I remember well those eyes that sparkled every year on Valentines day
mom would adorn the dining area with red tablecloths and fresh flowers
A beloved Cupid kept vigil by the kitchen window as she shooed us away        
from the melt in your mouth cupcake ganache, too soon to be devoured

Music streamed from an old radio, Barbra crooning to "The way Were"
dishes set side by side, while her Fleur De Rocaille wafted in like a blur    
dad clean shirted and thankful bowed his head in prayer to St. Valentine,
Patron Saint Of Love, after all it was his day and so we drank a little wine

Years later when she died each Valentine's day dad brought home cupcakes  
we would sit around the table and recall the years she would bake like a gem  
it was a tradition we didn't have the heart to destroy, so we did partake
every year, as if she were still here. When the rose died, I saved the stem

I remember her smile and the way she celebrated every moment of the day,  
Cupid gets put away every year but he always returns, it was mom's way.

Feb 19m 2021

I see a world in dire need of rose colored glasses
though the earth has memorized the cradle of my form
I have yet to find the fitted shape of my reality;
Looking around me I see scared people living in fear
crucially masked they long for, yesterday's dream;
The elongated hope that has stretched our living days
is coming to an end.  It is time for positive change...
One day soon you will see my pupils once again
and I will blind you with the sight of my smile !
You will feel my hug, and when we touch again  
the cornerstone of our free world
will pierce through past illusions
and you will see me as the girl you once knew
I will be happy all the time and I will never be blue.

Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2022

Jesus be my light my One and only
my candle in the dark my saving lark
help me to avoid all things not Holy  

in this life be my lantern for night's dark  
so when my Grace arrives on eagle wings
I may behold the murmur of your calling hark    

you are my Faith diamonded ring      
all that I hold most dear like trust and love  
you are the Master of my puppet strings  

in you I find refuge and hope from above
you, joy of my success are my one true Love.

Adoring eyes in the morning breeze
the water hypnotizes and the trees hold out their arms
sunshine rays of beauty fall like a water cascade
in the morning dawn
A fawn arrives breaking the spell of day
with her spotted body lean, alert and spry
by the edge of the lake its not time to die  
over by the shore...
Air is music it fills my lungs, wind picks up
playing an old melody that reminds me of,  
Adoring eyes in the morning breeze
The water hypnotizes and brings me to my knees,
one more time...

Meditate upon the natural order of things.  When you go outside yourself,  take the mossy path of consciousness over to the waters edge and drink.  
Refresh from its wonders and it will give you more then mere matter . Dip in its joyful splash, soak in its contentment, wash in its delirium and it shall be yours;  
THE JOY IN YOUR HEART
WASN'T PUT THERE TO STAY
JOY ISN'T JOY UNTIL
YOU GIVE IT AWAY
Joy is built on gratefulness, awareness, and kindness. When you realize the value of JOY, it will never be undersold, underrated , nor given away   easily.  Don't let others define what joy is and is not for you. Some find it as easily as breathing while others never find it at all. Lost in their own conditions, they never do.  
If worries arrive at your door, take a look at them but don't  let them live there too long, Don't let them destroy your serenity and peaceful state of mind. Carry Joy in your heart and don't let the world tear it apart. Its yours
JOY IS THE CONTINUUM
OF A CONTENTED LIFE
ALWAYS PARE IT GENTLY  
AWAY FROM  STRIFE
meditate upon the natural order of things when you go outside yourself, and if you do you will always find "JOY" Inside your deepest self.
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2021

Inside the forestry of his heart I live
inhaling the scent of his deep woods
I could never fill those Timberlands boots
nor explain the thrill that he provides  
when he arrives at the grove of my soul
and whispers, "Darling, I love you "

softly cloaked and protected by his pine  
I am evergreen in moments like these
Existing in this charming jungle of love
I could never retrace my steps, for  
arriving in this place of no return
I feel as suitable as a thriving conifer  

Inside  this  evergreen existence, I just am  
breathing in the fragrance of his loyalty  
I feel like a woman in love, ...
After a lifetime of bending, to his will    
I am the wind that blows on his heart
when I get to him, I just breathe...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5BuMGrFadqU

The scent of night perfumes my pillow here tonight
Alongside jasmine dreams that will never go away
a traceless dusk awaits me by tomorrow's infant light
as I dream beneath the ombre of a lost forgotten day
Silently I revel by the flowered gates of paradise
jarring open with my fingers parting veils of time
a harp of gold is being plucked right before my eyes
as I float towards its cadence I feel quite sublime ...
Ephemeral presences with the feel and touch of home
everything is moving smoothly as I begin to fly
oh blessed day I have arrived here I stand alone
my bare soul with nothing to hide
here inside this fragrance kingdom an aromatic bliss
permeating right through heaven, just like a gentle kiss.

Looks so peaceful there upon thy grave
where once these flowers never bloomed
I think the concrete angel on your stone
is lipping me a truth I've never known

Up there in heaven where you are
I could not rest like you my love
These hands were made for toiling darlin'
AND this heart was made for loving you, alone

Looks so calm here yet a storm is brewing
shackling my thoughts and rendering me sad
I think its almost time for God to close the gate
but if I hurry, maybe I can ****** you back to life ;

Up there where doves cry and Angels sigh
where flowers bloom at will on Abba's yonder sill
There is a bench for two engraved by you,  
some day we'll sit there just like we used to do.  

Words by: Mystic Rose

We no longer move in normal ways    
and all this because of Covid 19  
I no longer watch the news these days
Each day I pray for a simple cure
but as the numbers climb I realize
prayer is the only way to procure
Time lapses and we are losing ground
wish I could see a miracle or two
perhaps it would help me feel sound
Guardian angels are prepping their wings
preparing for their journey on earth
if I cup my ear,  I can hear them sing
Hope is the only thing worth a keeping  
in this world of uncertain terms
we got each other so lets keep steeping
Soak in the Faith as if it were a straw
we are al so very vulnerable
and none of us are above the law  
Life is a gift so we shouldn't assume  
never take any one for granted  
hold on to each other while in loom
Thank the stars above that our still here
and even if you are afraid
by brave, and never give in to fear.

"One day I woke up to a world of topsy-turvy
one moment sharing a meal and hugging my kids
and the next,  I was keeping distance in a masked smile"

I believe that tomorrow was never ours
and that hope is the rafter that keeps us afloat
I believe that this pandemic has changed our attitude  
and given us a chance to realize how precious life is

I believe that if we persevere and work together
we can find a solution this dilemma
I believe government is doing the best it can
we can't slap our leaders, if we need their hand

I believe in miracles, especially in these difficult times
one day can make a difference
I believe that mountains can crumble and so can people
but if we fight the good fight, we can win

I believe in good old fashioned courage
putting a little water in our wineglass
I believe we owe it to ourselves and to our loved ones
to continue to do all that we can, to stay healthy and alive.

Oh to live in the pulse of the sun and feel blessed  
and smell the sweet scent of a flower's in-chide  
to inhale all the power of summer's attest  
and exhale it towards God's ambrosial tide

To bathe in the peace of the stars during night
and flow with the light of the dawn like a kite;
To course through the heavens and never lose sight,
one must sound out the trumpet of summer's respite;

To dream by the oak and awake by the sea
when August has ripened and turned Jubilee
you must enter dominion of summer's delight
and live in the rapture of candescent light

Oh to live and to love one must first learn to kiss,  
the kinetics of summer, with eternal bliss.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qb86FLDntbA

I took my love, I took it down   Climbed a mountain and I turned around
And I saw my reflection in the*   snow covered hill
'Til the landslide brought me down    Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail through the changin' ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons    of my life?         Mmm
Well, I've been 'fraid of changin'  'Cause I built my life around you
But time makes bolder  children get older
And I'm gettin' older, too 2x
Well, I've been 'fraid of changin'  'Cause I built my life around you
But as time makes you bolder   children get older
And I'm gettin' older too,   I'm gettin' older, too
take my love and take it down     you climb a mountain you turn around
if you see my reflection in a snow covered hill
the landslide brought it down
And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well, a landslide brought it down, let the landslide bring it down.

As a child she was in the dark to what was unfolding around her
it was WW2 and she knew not of the deaths at Auschwitz and Sobibor
she recalls being taken from a ghetto to a transit camp in Westerbork
a ride to nowhere I knew not
when I was just a tot
others had been caught
She was taken from an orphanage kicking & screaming bruised and cut
then shoved her in a bus to transport her to a destination small as a hut
arriving at camp, they shoved her in a gas chamber, strange twist of fate
it malfunctioned ,she was left naked in a chamber overnight, was it Faith?
thumping heart and all
she curled up from a crawl
and cried to the wall
Angels of death rejected her, she was too sterilized with innocence
burning in an oven she didn't belong, she lived to tell without pretense
unfortunately scarred for life, she survived and lost her dear parents
on her wedding day she did cope
a survivor with an anchor a rope
dressed in white she took a *****
Jews,  burned in ovens all because of Adolf ****** and his hatred for Jews
Jews, God's people honest good living Citizens who did no wrong, Jews
Jews, human beings ripped apart, God opened gate then wept, JEWS  +

Streams I follow
            down memory lane
chasing my own tail
until I go
                           half insane
Trying to stitch a moment
             to my brain
like granny did while darning,  
                                 papa's socks !
Tales I once told
           lost in a slippery *****
having a hard time remembering,    
                               and I can't cope.

Please, pass me a rope.

Let me be a rose onto thy name
place a frivol kiss upon my rouge
wild as a breath of life I'm never tame    
caress my petal soft, my subterfuge  
Roses live for water, sun and shine
hold a stem, know that you are mine
I bloom at every turn of love my dear,  
wild flowers are always keeping time  
I am a rose of valor treat me kind
and I will never rob you blind
Place me in your heart and sing to me
until we both have set our hunger free
Let me be a rose onto thy name
I'll turn you over, make you right as rain

Incline your ear and press it to the earth dear soul on fire
feel the moist wet clod of God's rich dirt and don't speak a word;
Listen to the sound of your own hear beat
as it thrums through Mother nature's girth
move slowly, like the mollusk does
across The Sacred Land of its birth
Life is a song unsung, if you don't have love  
so sing a canticle of Glory to the heavens
and for goodness sake look up child
recall the lullabies your mother sang to you
the Heroic Anthems of your Father's story
and let your song be heard
from the mountains high !

Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2024

We look for that light eternal that does not come and go
the screen upon which life plays cognized in staid stillness slow


Steady as a star at night that draws me to its bright  
nuclear fusion, atom smash, suddenly there is light
Dependable as anchors when summer boats lay still
staid as somber water when the winds are finally nil

Here she comes that light that lights all lights
she is a moon lamp and her mimicry is out of sight
Resembling the moon she shines on and on
sending waves of luminescence from here to Milan

Life is montage on the shelf of my mind
I breathe the breath and am no longer blind
Lost in the radiance of a soul on fire
I approach my dreams with fervent desire

And as long as I look for that eternal light, I am okay,  
beneath the kind observant eye of my moon lamp ray..

Gentle as you are, you come uninvited but oh so quietly
as your floral scents permeate you arrive bipinnately
Invigorating every tree and garden full of parsley
with evening's refresh breezing in succinctly
With futuristic birth that winter could not borrow    
you draw us in then gift us with tomorrow  
Sprigs of blooming life grow inside your yarrows
insuring us with every shade of rainbow    
Calendar favored you are the in between season
ear marked for a very good reason
renewed and refreshed you are a beacon
without treason
Gentle as you are Spring, you arrive just in time    
like a rose, getting ready to consign.

I assumed you would always be there
like the sun and the moon and the stars
Deducing that we were like resin and glue  
always adhesive as two

I imagined a life together as one
forging metal, releasing the fire  
into the furnace of love we would go
how was I to know

That a star is none else but a fixed point of light
and the sun is a gleam, of radiant confusion
that the moon is none else but reflective sparks,  
I presumed we'd be together forever

like the sun and the moon and the stars,  
like the sun and the moon and the stars.

On the brush of morning a wisp of air
a tendril round my senses, like sweet perfume
Liquid skies that move with the waves
of a soft whispering wind
Calling the birds of the air, calling butterflies;
Each jostled thought calms as my remote lips  
cup and my eyes feast on a clear view
of one Godly, beautiful day*

Special calls from ancient pine trees with arms
loaded with pinecones and sentinel scents
My oh my, how I love the early morning
with all its aerate lawns and flower beds

First glance, first kiss, first contact
nature is cupping her velvet ear and
listening to me, truly listening;

As I gulp each morsel of peace it imparts,
I know without doubt that have been
truly love, this very morning.

On the brush of morning a wisp of air
a tendril round my senses, like sweet perfume
Liquid skies that move with the waves
of a soft whispering wind
Calling the birds of the air, calling butterflies;
Each jostled thought calms as my remote lips  
cup and my eyes feast on a clear view
of one Godly, beautiful day*

Special calls from ancient pine trees with arms
loaded with pinecones and sentinel scents
My oh my, how I love the early morning
with all its aerate lawns and flower beds

First glance, first kiss, first contact
nature is cupping her velvet ear and
listening to me, truly listening;

As I gulp each morsel of peace it imparts,
I know without doubt that have been
truly love, this very morning.

A sprinkling of fairy dust early in the morning
an airy dawn arrives on the wings of an angel
music of nature flutes by with all its first bring  
I own daylight quills and Longfellow's archangel
While the rose sleeps beneath the moist earth
safely beneath the snow  waiting for rebirth
guardians of the galaxy are closing in on stars
I don't hear a sound not even the tooting of cars
Outside the breeze is slipping through the trees
as quietly as the memes of God's silent smiles
I own hopes so big they bring me to my knees
and a belief that will help me through the miles
Dance while you still can He says to my heart,  
as I hear the sound of music, ... I do my part.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vzo0MGCel7g

Hush, little one, let me sing you to sleep
Moonlight has come, now, drift off to a dream
Sail from the day to the wonders awaiting you out there
In the deep
               Off little one, chase the wind on the waves
Adventure is calling, so go and be brave
But if you get lost as you're tossed in the dark of the sea
Look for me             I will wait at the shore for you
I will weather each storm standing by 'til
Safe, you return from the night
My love is a lighthouse  
        So darling, my darling
Look for the light (light)
The light (the light, the light)   I will wait at the shore for you
I will weather each storm standing by 'til (standing by 'til)
Safe, you return from the night (safe, you return from the night)
My love is a lighthouse   So darling, my darling
Look for the light
                  The light               The light                 The light

Lost on a sailboat going nowhere but towards a dream
I glide deeper in blue waters looking for the endless seam
night has fallen softly all around me, I can only gleam
here in my sailboat, standing spar to spar a pulpit realm

Finding only calm I mesh as one with the dolphins in the sea
the wind blows softly in my ear whistling past the bow now free
the calendar of time fades as dull as grandad's silver cutlery
I breathe deep, deeper then mermaids, there are three *

Entering forbidden lands, my fantasy is real  and real is not , I could  
for I'm warrior of old navigating, counting knots on a  piece of wood
ancient trees wave from a distance standing where they always stood
while my unflappable sails align to the sky, 15 knots no more all good

Finding solace in a cup of Joe  sitting on a berth at the edge of night
the stars are pantomiming with the flicker of their equestrian light
she sits beside me  reading my tea cup in her flimsy gown of white
the ghost of my Fedora, together we are lost it a nautical twilight.


May 25, 2021

Quote: Lost in the velvet of your heart I am
none else but, your Valentine !

Finding my way back to the days when you and I were  young
I flip back the pages of our youth and smile  
Two wide eyes juveniles meeting at the altar of love
ready to meet each other soul to soul ...
Enraptured in this moment of sweet remembrance
I recall the young man I once married.  
How he always stayed by my side and never tarried
when it came to loving me,
he was always, right on time..

What the Dickens! Santa ain't wearing knickers
well his pants got caught inside the chimney
now here's the kicker...
Little Joe woke up in the middle of the night
and gave Santa such a jolly fright
now here's the kicker...
It was drafty there wasn't any gas nor heat
Mrs. Chump snored upstairs like dead meat
now here's the kicker...
Mr. C was 5 feet tall and wasn't a Clause at all
he didn't know how to rob Peter to pay Paul
now here's the kicker...
The real Ms. C owned a solar panel, Oh what fun
gave it to Ming Ming who flew like a Son Of A Gun!  
now here's the kicker... Eh !  
He burned Santa's pants then laughed, giggled, scoffed  
but as Santa  danced around the sun poured in the loft  
now here's the real kicker...
Christmas was a blast now little Joe C could finally be,
toasty as a glow worm in a house built for three.

Merry Christmas Everyone !  
Love,
From Santa's Girl  :)

Love, epitomic incarnation of life
a holding of the heart with warm intent
a gust of wind between husband and wife
love, the only thing with rights to amend  
Communion with it and you will always
drink from the reservoir of its success
A look, a kiss, a touch, an honest gaze
and suddenly your sheltered in  its bless
Love, the interlocking mesh of two  souls
a generosity that keeps our hearts alive
a gathering of the heart that has one goal
if partnered in two, it will always thrive
Love, its the only thing without a doubt,  
that can claim you, then turn you inside out.

No greater gift then the gift of love
and when given freely, its purely love
Offering oneself to others is love  
nothing else matters when we are in love
we can save a soul by one act of love
No precious gem shines more then love
no feeling in the world is more cherished then love
all the tea in China cannot drown love
It is the magic cure for all that ails, sweet love
I could not live without love
Love is my challice, filled with goodness it
Overflows with goodwill.
Verily I say onto thee,
Enlist in the army of love, and be a warrior of love
LOVE ...

Some people seem to think that love is just for play
an eccentric emotion that ignites the senses for a while
so when it gets too complicated or think it out of style
they thrash the heart as if it were an ***** made of clay
While some believe it can't outlast euphoria of lust
others choose a paring knife aggressing it with carves  
Setting small fires round town they love to play  
over hot irons of passion, while love slowly starves;
Some people are given a fine bow and a good violin
from the start, others look from the sideline but never go in;
I for one would trade my last piece of bread for love,
if treated right by one and other it becomes a turtle dove;    

Some people seem to think that love is just for play,
I for one would give away my heart for ONE, Devotional allay.

They arrive on the wings of a dove, quiet loyal and true
always on time they fill the hour with beauty and grace
Cinnamon hearts and chocolate, it is Valentine every day
when you realize that love is the only thing worth giving

They show up in the most convenient times, each second
a moment on the heart, each minute a revelation of love
Love's tender moments cannot be bought nor borrowed
they are living in the hourglass of perfection, we all know

That love cannot be bought nor can it be sold, it has to be
lived under the umbrella of altruistic  emotion, and love,  
cannot be overrated for it all that it deems to be for many
love is the millisecond that saves, for others its a drowning

Love's tender moments are either  received or rejected
according to the temperatures of the individual it is either
embraced with open arms or dejected, regardless of this
Love is Love, in eternity's plan, it always show up on time.

It's a soup that's made to order never from a store  
A little bouillon treat that's filled with herbs galore
Not the kind you get from packets, no not that kind !
with itty bitty chicken bits it has onions you can find.
I start with chicken base then add a clove of garlic,  
turmeric and salt with a dash of home made magic.
I simmer for an hour while the veggies steam & swim,  
singing in a playful voice,   "a little blessed hymn".    
I start with a clean counter then tuck my hair right in  
wearing pinafore of white, with little ducks that swim    
I stew it then I stir it, with a large wooden spoon
telling funny stories to a soup that cooks til' noon
Made with love and kindness, it really hits the spot,    
I cook it just like mama did, when I was just a tot.
It's a soup that's made to order, never from a store,    
this little bouillon treat is filled with herbs galore.

Enjoy !