Quote by Author: Each one of us owns a spark of the Infinite,
and since the soul is imperishable, we can go on forever !  

Every thought and every action causes a reaction  
and since your life is a magnetic field
your energies are the catalysts for creation and devotion.  

If you are kind, sincere,  accepting and possess self control
then you will attract positivity in your life.  
Your positive behavior and rightful speech is a reflection
of your soul's power and  its infinite ability for goodness.  
You are most capable of affecting others with authentic
karmic genuity,
if you live everday with purpose, and benevolent intention.

Love is a breath of fresh air in the park, a sapling inhaling sunshine
Open your heart to it and it will surely make you feel wonderful    
Veer towards it and it will take you through the dance of life
Each and every one of us is capable of such, just don't ask too much

Icebergs melt at the sight of it, so do icecaps in Love's Hemisphere
Scintillating emotions bubble up when it draws close, so enjoy it !

Eager to please love is always on the roll cruising right past go
Veer towards it and it will take you through the dance of life
Eye candy it is not, its much more than that, its enduring and strong
Regard it with great passion and zeal, for it is something you can't steal
Grow with it and know that when its true love, it never dies, like the    
Rose, even when the petals fall away, the memory of its scent remains  
Enameled in your heart forever and a day, Love is like the evergreen tree
Enlisted in nature's plea, it is always well taken care of, by the devotee  
Night never closes in on it without a sweet goodnight, love oh love, it is !

Glass illusions forestry of butterflies in flight
swiveling and turning wing, aiming for sun
hovering over lulling waters of purple hues  
Breathing like flowers, frilling up the air
inside a cornucopia world of rich and bright
Birds are calling from afar symmetrical chirps
of grandeur, across the wide expanse
nocturnal illumination of the heart and soul
Varathane music sonatas, flute escapades  
within a dormant brook, nature's usurp
Fairies, trellises, and magic twigs interlinked
inside the Foloi forest, the mighty oak respires
aside centaurs and dryads, of their time
an emerald green, bottled by nature herself
all is transformed here even the sky is pinked  
Altered, Remodeled, Reworked, Transformed,
by my sweet, poetic imagination...
                           "Follow Me  "

Mid February dreams amongst the winds of change
I am waiting for the season to relinquish its hold
like the frost on the  rooftops, the snow at my door
sooner or later will be no more...
I am watching the pine tree swaying in the cold sun
dipping its branches, courtesies of a winter's day
A piano plays softly in the background
as I sit here contented as a well fed cat
Mid February dreams amongst the winds of change

From my rocking chair, lavender fields remembered
sun born kisses with eyelet flashes of white linen
suntanned arms raised before a blue, blue ocean
airborne on a surfing board secured as an eagle
like a beach boy I flew, and who ever knew
She came to me like an August dream and
slipped her tiny hand in mine, we became one
like the summer stars in the sky when they bly
from my rocking chair lavender fields, I remember

Winter enclosures well aged in composure I sit to admire  
the view, amazed at how everything secretly, expires.

She walked down the isle in an eburnean dress
looking like a beautiful Madonna I must confess
her hair long as Rapunzel was braided in a tress
she walked and she talked like a Royal Empress

I sat there in a wooden pew solitary as a mouse
admiring her stature, she was marrying a louse
but money is what she needed, and a big house
I was no more than a little poor hungry grouse

Abask in the infusion of her sun I was her host
lost inside an old church, just like the Holy Ghost
the preacher began to talk and I hid behind a post
counting my losses feeling small, and very lost...

She swayed, turning two lustrous eyes my way
waiting for me to speak, what I couldn't say
poor as a church mouse all I could say is nay
then she said no, and that really made my day.

Quote by : James Russell Lowell
All God's Angels Come To Us Disguised


A glimpse of light beyond the sea
soft gentle winds upon the shore
a whispered secret I can't see
you are the angel, I adore
a breath away from your influx
I enter in and you restore
concealed beyond earth's parallax
you are the angel, I adore
Archangel of God's Paragon
protector of the rich and poor
you come to serve as you bring calm
you are the angel, I adore
A glimpse of light beyond the sea,
you are the angel, I adore.

Written by: Vienna Bombardieri
aka Mystic Rose

He ran around shooting unsuspecting souls with his golden tip arrows
and one perfectly bent, Port Orford Cedar bow. Wearing nothing
but a diaper and a silly grin he aimed, shut one eye then Wham!
love is dapper               always a gentleman                     respectively yours
He studied at the Rose City Archery where all smart Cupids go for  
an Education on falling in love!  What he wasn't expecting was some
day he would fall for a crazy red head who was a Pixie in disguise.
he leveled the arrow               it ricocheted back                   to his heart
She baked him cinnamon hearts both spicy and hot to the taste.  Then she
took him to a magical place where every day felt like Valentine's day.
It wasn't long before a winged infant carrying a bow and a quiver of
arrows  bounced up and down on Cupid's knee.
I'm a Cupid                             he said, to his daddy           with Pixie Ma, Whoo-ee

hospital gown sealed
nightfall and twilight gloaming
black and white stark tiles  

                

a giant snowflake falls to the ground
a cadence of silent whispers surround  
a dying rose a heartbeat, confounds      
a giant snowflake falls to the ground
a dying rose a heartbeat, confounds      
a flower goes to heaven a soul abounds  
a giant snowflake falls to the ground
a cadence of silent whispers surround  

                  *

Sundown fantasies dipped in the artistry of a diamond jubilee
centennial moments of living, death is at her door, she cries to  
Rumi stars as she wraps her skin with light and sinks, within.

Haiku/Triolet/Sijo

She's like the nigh, a lampshade lit across the room
also a rose in the summer garden, ready to bloom  
She's like a thousand stars surrounding the moon
a celestial scene of beauty here then gone too soon

Ink  Empress of the site she comments like an Angel
always kind and always perceptive she enables
Ink Empress of my heart, you make me grateful
for you read my poetry, but you never label...  

You are a cyber friend from afar a leading star
a paridot of the sky with a hue one cannot mar
Without soul blemish you always win by far
for your kindness and gentleness, is on par

Ink Empress of the night you contain so my sight,      
that even the quill of a bird, can see your light.  

This is a tribute to a dear poet who always makes us feel at home,  
and if you haven't read your poetry yet, then please drop by her
page and have a read, of this amazing lady.

He was an ancient warrior from times of old
back in the days when the sun was new
and the stars at night were brilliant blue  
like the canopus star he once knew

Often, he was found rummaging the forest
looking for ther rarest mushrooms
as the eagles flew he counted tree rings    
indenting the roots of ancestry wings  

Then one day, he was reborn again
in an era of squabble filled with wars
silence became an oddity full of slew  
and "The Sacred" a rarity hidden in full view

They tagged him with bipolar with doctorate degree
for this was a world of medicine and mental deficiency
yesterday he howled at the moon and cloaked the stars
today he is a sad man longing for a trip to Mars

He the ancient warrior of days of old
fights the good battle everyday, with tools of old
mistletoe on oak, he held his staff
all the time knowing his time would pass

Written by: Mystic Rose
For a friend who suffers from bipolar

A touch of grace upon the face of the earth is what she is, this  
Bacchus of sweet ecstasy that resides within us strong and true    
Cheek of the Gods, amulet of power she pulses through us with    
Dulcet lights ingratiating the mind and heart like a warrior of old
Echoes of past lives transgress silently as the pure essence of her  
Flashes before our eyes, suggesting that we strive to live a stoic life  
Garlands of gold precious as honey, ribbon through like the sun      
Heartbeats pulse with motion and it feels like a thousand butterflies
Immaterial part of our living experience she is often mistreated
Jam packed with survival moments rough as diamonds un-tumbled  
Karmic turns of the sacred wheel  she turns us around each time  
Love and love alone exists here, a litigating lioness, she owns a
Mothering instinct and a fathers protective incline, because
No other part of our bodies can do what she does,  she brings  
Oneness to that inner world, she thrives on meditative states
Pleasing the senses more thoroughly than any earthly pleasure can  
Queen of the night, she contains more light within than a Sirius star
Review her as you would review the latest good film you saw,  
Soulistic Beauty Of The Soul, ...that is what I'm talking about
Trust in the nature of all things that are good, no never quit for
Universal truths she will bring to you, if you search and find
Veer towards her light and bathe in her perfume dear one
Whilst God and the Angels rule the heavens, she rules you
Xebec sails flapping in the wind, remember to glide don't run  
You only get once chance to get it right my friend, so live life  
Zealously, in the face of adversity, ... use your soul power.  

Abecedarian Form :

From an aerial view, the sight of a beautiful red train
chugging along down the railway track
takes my breath away;
One moment I am watching a funnel shaped smoke stack sending puffs,  
up towards the white cottony clouds then disappearing,  
and the next I am hearing the sound of a whistling blowing.
A melodious voice is heard as a conductor enounces,  
"tickets please,"
Out of my pocket I produce an admission ticket
that was long overdue ...
With one cotton white glove he presses the ticket
between his fingers then holds it up to his gold monocle and smiles ,
"welcome aboard then !"
He traipses over to supposedly important passengers that I cannot see  
and leaves me sitting there, wondering about our destination.
How I got so lucky as to enter this magical snow train I have no idea,  
but the scent of this leathery kirlian man, still clings to my thoughts
like a revenant moment from a long forgotten past.
To Be Continued...

Quote by author: Angel feather colors hold no meaning,
if the messenger of God is not a paragon of virtue.

Every year she wore the plumage with such grace
and her beauty raptured every being around the liquid festival
Caribana black and gold tassels pasted on each tender ******
She lost herself in a night of debauchery.  One that took her further away from truth and the love that she so hungered for.
dance little lady dance
by a ***** man's glance
you don't stand a chance
That night she went too far and ended up by the side of the river. Her face streaked of mascara dripped onto a shattered heart, and turned into a million shards of glass.  A celebration of life turned deadly cold beneath the winds of deceit.  Sand blown bits of broken moon entered her soul as she lay still on the ground.  Heaven's stars muted stunned, held space as  
a concrete angel
invisible but able
touched by a glacial pulse  
noticed she was still breathing but scarcely, so wrapping the dying girl in feathers woven from God's fibrous root, she washed the red off her soaked plumage, and cleaned up her wounded back.  Two vestal hands bathed her with life's essence, and just like that, she was born again.
"Choose Life" was the last thing she heard uttered to her faint ear.   Then she heard the sound of a beautiful silence, as the Angel of God spread her glorious veiny wings and flew away.
the grass held its dew
and the wind blew
a woman child grew
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2023

Cackles were heard from down under on a hill far away
fifty little saucy spiders scurry helter skelter out to play
A hefty witch stirs her cauldron next to her Bagoon
snake eyes spoon an evil mush as feet dance around the room
Strumpa strumpa crumpetta crumpetta, stomps and rhythms yes they're dead
The stars in heaven grow fangs and the moon wears a skirt of thorns
chainsaw demons flee the sky with decapitated scorn
Oh my oh my Halloween frights are here, although the night is young
old smelly garlic garlands have been strung,  
Strumpa strumpa crumpetta crumpetta, stomps and rhythms yes they're dead
She's here to petrify, terrify, horrify and glorify her trade
when they get here they will drink purple blue Kool-aid
Oh Gee Oh Gosh she has lost her pompadour galosh
perhaps its hiding in the pumpkin squash
Strumpa strumpa crumpetta crumpetta, stomps and rhythms yes they're dead.

Spookaroo where are you he yells while standing at the window
his diaper is sagging and his witches hat is crooked and all askew

The ghostees are busy tonight preparing candy for the big kids
she says, and the sorcerers are chanting in the forest of doom

But when are the Spookaroos coming, I don't see a think out there
then he sticks a thump in his mouth and pops out his big blue eyes

They are flying in the sky my love checking out the little children
now let's put your costume on and shell out, remember no peeking

He walks bow legged to his room and parts the curtains just a wee
Hoping to catch their attention, he bangs at the window with a shoe

Spookaroo spookaroo where are you, I got gummy bears for you
the witch's costume waits on the bed, he catches a cold Achoo!

Mom lifts him up and runs to the den with a voice singing soft and low
" they're a comin a comin, and they love naked bellies my son "

Quick get your costume, hide your navel, the spookaroos are here
toeing, he runs with his hands in the air screaming, no fair no fair !  

Mystic Rose

Immanent, at the heart of blood of the One who made    
Me, I am part of the great I am, the flesh and bone of His  
Magnificent creation.  As concrete as the firmament of earth,  
And as solid as the moon and stars that exist in the sky.  
Nascent as the first rose of summer and first newborn child
Every fiber of my body is connected with tissue and brain.  
New to this interplanetary home I often exist alone,  
Transcending the overpass of life sometimes, go beyond.  
Yet the lessons I have learned in this lifetime have been slow
Eager to experience the comforting light of the au de la,  
To a higher order I have entrusted my journey towards home.
Transcending time and space I fly towards the Universal hub of
Reincarnation, checking my Akashic records and knowing that my
Algorithms have been installed in me long before I was born.
No greater joy on earth than moving upward and beyond, in a  
Sacred manner.  I breathe in, hold my breath, then breathe out  
Climbing up the invisible ladder of spiritual success and  
Enlightenment. All of His philosophical teachings given through    
Nacre moments of pure intent.  Like the Mother of Pearl when the
Dharma wheel turns I follow its winding path, without push I  
Ease into the shift and become one with the Omnipotent Light.
Nascent as the first rose of summer, a first newborn child,
Trusting I will be well received, on the other side....

Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2023

His hand slipped inside hers and suddenly it was
as if the world learned how to breathe again
Perhaps it was the cadence of the blessed moon
sweeping away all the harsh lights of yesterday
Perhaps it was the way his eyes slanted sideways
as if to say, "there you are"
Anointing her wounds with Spikenard moments
of Grace, the room lit up like a roman candle
burning bright and fervent;
His Sacred Heart revered her shattered soul
and she turned into His Lily of love,
weaved by gold threads that were spun from Angels above.
There, bathed in the Holiest of Silence she became whole again
Walking towards Him unafraid, barefoot and wholesome,
as the day she was conceived.

There once lived a gal whos name was Eve
she was married to a man named Steve
she owned a pet spider
that she called slow Rider
quite often he slept inside her sleeve      

Brushing their toes as he crawled aside
there were so many places to hide
inside her white bonnet
without fuss or a fret  
Spider-Rider spun dreams made of hyde

There once lived a spider named Rider
so great as a friend and confider
night was so much brighter
when he slept beside her
together they slept all the wiser

By: Mystic Rose

He gathers them all in his arms then drops them to the ground,  
the air is fresh, the autumn breeze is like a gentle kiss upon our cheeks.
To my heart he sends his voice booming with fall messages.
Little gifties from heaven I called them as they swiveled down my feet.
Precious crisp leaves each one with a personality and color of its own.
He flies up then lands on a pile of leaflets, a peel of laughter escapes.  
He's my sibling, my bro, my partner in crime, my confident one .
Together we dream as one beneath a lapis blue sky, tinged as deep  
as  his superman suit.  Oh how I remember my youth, and my hero !
                                                        **
Align your rulers adjust your lenses step into the future with me.  
Today even the touch of one leaf or the scent of one Autumn day,
can bring me back to those golden years when we were young, carefree.
Gifties from heaven that they were and he, a segment of my soul.
Together we dreamed beneath a Lapis blue sky until our childhood
ended, and then Superman had to fly home.

She walked by on the beach one day at the end of one sweet summer
and found a golden rose tucked safely between the shore and the rocks
She was a messenger of God and so she listened deeply when He said
" its all about fair trade my child, its all about fair trade"  
She tucked it in her pocket and was about to go back home
when suddenly she heard the sound of a seagull's cry.
There upon the beach a loner sat, with a despondent, brokenhearted sigh
She handed her the golden rose without a word, then passed her by
Five silver Angels watched, then fanned the mounting tide  
and turned the shore to shreds of light they raised her off the floor  
" its all about fair trade" she heard them say  
as she found another rose in the sand, and this one, was a lovely
shade of rose*
She tucked it behind her ear then gave Him thanks for one more year  
"No regrets my Lord, no second thoughts, "    
At her age you see, she had finally understood the art of letting go.
So taking one last look behind she just smiled, then moved along.

Scintillating lights softly dancing with the moon
dreamy music playing from the halls of our memory
this is your story and this is mine
Tall willowy blades of grass leaning gently towards hills
midnight fantasies that calm our weary minds
this is your place and this is mine
Secrets of lives yet untold beneath the honest stars
each thought becomes a healing bless of joyful rest
this is your moment of glory and also mine  
Glide with me towards tomorrow leave behind all sorrow
join the magic of night's journey and come away with me
this is your story, and it is also mine.

"All a man really wants, is a girl who looks good in a bikini." - Jack Freestone

All a girl wants is a man who looks amazing in a tiny suit
one that will make her heart race when he flexes his glutes
one who comes charging down the beach on a white horse
and swoops her in his big strong arms, without any force

All a girl wants is a good looking man with a **** strutt
with crazy thunder thighs and trunks that plunge n' cut
one that will place tanning lotion all over her warm body
and make her purr like a kitten after drinking hot toddy

All a girl wants is a swimsuit God who is named Bolt Upright
it has to fit him almost right,... but just a wee bit tight
one who can save her if she's about to drown at sea
and give her mouth to mouth on bended knee.  

"All a girl really wants, is a man who looks good in a bikini" - Yummy !