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From: Springfield, Louisiana
Member No.: 446
Real Name: Larry D. Jennings
Writer of: Poetry & Prose
Referred By:Just wondered in.
Ode to a Lily
Your fragrance… cinnamon and honey laced assails my senses; they admit defeat, surrendering but glad of being placed within your aura. It is such a treat
to smell and see a miracle in bloom or watch as buds reveal a tranquil face. They touch the soul and brighten every room with springtime’s scent and petals of white lace.
But as with everything that time may touch, your beauty fades; so too your bouquet wanes until there’s nothing left. Death comes to such whose loveliness, like melody’s refrains,
spawns memories we cherished of life’s song we learned to sing and found a fragile throng.
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When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the areas of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John Fitzgerald Kennedy
Kindness is a seed sown by the gentlest hand, growing care's flowers.
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Real Name: Daniel J Ricketts, Sr.
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A very tight and well-phrased sonnet, as always, Larry.