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VIRGINAL ROSEBUD



A virginal rosebud,
The colour of blood
Held in the palm of a virgin
Such beauty hidden deep
Taken from Lakshadweep - (island in Arabian Sea)
By her Prince of Knights
About to unfold
Its layer of overfold,
Imperforate
Not willing to share
Hidden deeply in its lair
But a heavenly scent
That drives us wild
Wanting, to be undefiled
Yet, left to be desired
In the mind of the beholder
With the devil on its shoulder
Wanting to be the first
To capture its essence
Feeling of indulgen… Continue

BLUE CANADIAN SNOW


Another season has come and gone
Winter is here, tonight the noon is full
Humm..mm Something about the moon,
Makes the snow looking so blue* (*stretch word for 2-3 secs. longer)
Whoa* oh so blue*

Tonight, I’m feeling blue
Like the blue Canadian snow
Feeling ohh so blue*
Whoa* ohh yes, so blue*

Music: solo – 8 secs. (sax/trumpet or piano)

No words in the diction-ary,
Will change the way,
That I’m feeling tonight, except
When I was in your arms*

Baby, we can turn back the… Continue

Seasonal Winds

Winter winds rave like mad men,
Dusting towns with their tempers and tantrums
While the spring winds howl,
Cleaning up the grounds of debris
Oh, the summer winds whisper,
While filling the air with flowery scents
But watch out for the fall winds,
Coughing up their grey clouds
And blowing around cold wet raindrops,
Are surely the signs of seasonal winds
Changing once again!


By Mary Anne Lonergan
Copyright 2007