Ode to a Rose ~ please add your "Rose" favorites ...

[In_The_Wind]

Nelson Willie sang about Black Rose

Way down in Louisiana amongst the tall grown sugar canes
Lived a simple man and a domineerin' hen and a rose of a different name
The first time I fell lightly I was standing in the drizzlin' rain
With a trembling hand and a bottle of gin and a rose of a different name
The devil made me do it the first time the second time I done it on my own
Lord put a handle on a simple handed man and help me leave that black rose alone

When the devil made that woman Lord she threw the pattern away
She was built for speed with the tools you need to make a new fool every day
Way down deep and dirty on the darker side of shame
You caught a cane cuttin' man with a bottle of gin with a rose of a different name
The devil made me do it the first time...
The devil made me do it the first time...

[WCGreen]

1. Love is a rose...

But you better no pick it....
Only grows when it's on the vine....
Handfull of thorns and you'll know you've hit it...
Loose your love when you say the word mine....

[In_The_Wind]

3. Love is sweet ...

[WCGreen]

2. Self DElete

[In_The_Wind]

4. ...

oops ...

[MissHoneychurch]

5. The Rose by Bette Midler - on of my top favorite songs

Some say love, it is a river
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
and you its only seed.

It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
who cannot seem to give,
and the soul afraid of dyin'
that never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been to long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose.

[In_The_Wind]

6. I posted a thread with the monologue from The Rose ...

however ... I won't be able to provide you with the link without the advanced search feature ...

[MissHoneychurch]

7. how about

[In_The_Wind]

9. O M G ~ I Feel Like I've Just Been Kissed!

"Kiss From A Rose"

There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and
The light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh,
The more I get of you,
Stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grave.
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain,
My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny.
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grave,
I've been kissed by a rose on the grave,
I've been kissed by a rose
I've been kissed by a rose on the grave,
...And if I should fall along the way
I've been kissed by a rose
...been kissed by a rose on the grave.
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain
My power, my pleasure, my pain.
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny, yeah
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grave.
Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah
And now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the grave
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grave.







Thank You Miss Honeychurch . May I hang a copy of that beautiful photo in my bedroom?

[MissHoneychurch]

11. of course my dear

what a question

[peacebuzzard]

28. Nice pic...

[peacebuzzard]

29. duplicate msg

[In_The_Wind]

32. How are you ~ peacebuzzard?

I do hope you be joining us in DC on September 24th.

[peacebuzzard]

40. You have a beautiful clip there Joan. I am still working on the days off

thing. I will know for sure around the 13th/14th .....
I have not been well w/ this catastropic tragedy Joan. Not well at all.
Thanks , and you?

[DeposeTheBoyKing]

8. No one's mentioned the weird Seal song?

"Kiss From A Rose"?

[In_The_Wind]

10. As you wish ~ DeposeTheBoyKing ... ^

[LaraMN]

12. Robert Burns poem. My Love is like a red, red rose.

My Mom used to sing it.


0, my love is like a red, red rose,
that's newly sprung in June.
0, my love is like a melody,
that's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair thou art, my bonnie lass,
so deep in love am I,
And I will love thee still, my dear,
till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
and the rocks melt wi' the sun!
And I will love thee still, my dear,
while the sands of life shall run.

And fare the weel, my only love!
And fare the well awhile!
And I will come again, my love.
Tho it were ten thousand mile!

[auntAgonist]

13. my Mum used to sing that also !!!! Welcome to DU!

thanks for posting this.


aA

[In_The_Wind]

14. A lovely piece from the Scottish Poet! Thank you ~ LaraMN

I wish the whole world could have heard your mother sing Robert Burn's words

We should all be so lucky as you, a mothers lovely voice cannot be matched ...

[LaraMN]

22. I hope I didn't give the impression

that my Mom is deceased-- she's not. She plays Irish folk music in a local band. I remember being a kid and being SOOO embarrassed by her. It's quite traumatic to have your friends subjected to your parents "wierd" music, as an adolescent, but I endured the horror of my Mom blasting bagpipe music (the phase before the Irish folk music gig) when my friends came around. By High School, though, I had friends that actually thought she was really cool. I'm so glad I had "wierd" Mom. The experience has served me well.

[In_The_Wind]

51. Having a mother who likes bagpipe music ...

sure sounds like fun. I'm glad she is still playing with a local ban.

[ashling]

55. I was just about to post that one

Bobbie Burns

[greendog]

74. June Tabor does a wonderful version of that one...

...she has a whole album of "Rose" tunes (rosa mundi) ...highly recomended!

[peekaloo]

15. Pretty Pink Rose by David Bowie

I heard this song as a duet on an Adrian Belew(sp) album. It rawks.....especially the "left wings broken the right's insane" line.
--------------
She's just been to Russia and they're dying their faces
They're dying over there
A pretty pink rose

That r'n'r lady takes a space-ship ride she's out of this world
A pretty pink rose

And we're living for you my love, we're living for you
And we're dying for you my love
Pretty pink rose

She tore down Paris on the tale of Thom Paine
But the left wings broken the right's insane
A pretty pink rose

Have a nice day, it's a killer, turn a cheek
It's a christian code
A pretty pink rose

And we're living for you my love, we're living for you
And we're dying for you my love

Pretty pink rose

She's the poor mans gold she's the anarchist crucible
Flying in the face of the despot cannibal
She's a pretty pink rose

Never let it rain, never let it rain on the heart of the pretty pink rose

Pretty pink rose

And we're living for you my love, we're living for you
And we're dying for you my love, pretty pink rose

Get me thru the pain, thru the pain of the thorn on the pretty pink rose

Never let it rain, never rain never rain, the pretty pink rose

Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart, of the pretty pink rose

Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart

[In_The_Wind]

44. never let it rain ...

[wildhorses]

16. every rose has it's thorn

is that by guns and roses?

[wildhorses]

17. love is a rose

but you better not pick it
only grows when it's on the vine
handful of thorns and you know
you missed it
lose the love when you say the word
MINE

did Neil Young write that?
seems like Linda Ronstadt did a version of it?

[Bobby_Miller]

19. Poisson

Poisson

[In_The_Wind]

45. Guns N' Roses and Poison both recorded Every Rose Has Its Thorn

[Bobby_Miller]

18. Every rose has its thorns

We both lie silently still
In the dead of the night
Although we both lie close together
We feel miles apart inside

Was it something i said or something i did
Did my words not come out right
Though i tried not to hurt you
Though i tried
But i guess that's why they say

Chorus:
Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn

Yeah it does

I listen to our favorite song
Playing on the radio
Hear the dj say loves a game of easy come and
Easy go
But i wonder does he know
Has he ever felt like this
And i know that you'd be here right now
If i could have let you know somehow
I guess

Chorus

Though it's been a while now
I can still feel so much pain
Like a knife that cuts you the wound heals
But the scar, that scar remains

Guitar Solo

I know i could have saved a love that night
If i'd known what to say
Instead of makin' love
We both made our separate ways

But now i hear you found somebody new
And that i never meant that much to you
To hear that tears me up inside
And to see you cuts me like a knife
I guess

Chorus

Yeah, I know it's from an 80s "hair band". Still a nice song though.

[In_The_Wind]

21. Hey ~ Bobby_Miller ....

to DU

It is a nice song ...

We do have some old folks in the Lounge ...

I'm glad you're here! :hi:

[Bobby_Miller]

23. We Ain't Old Damnit!

LOL. Just more experienced (in sooooooo many ways)!

:-)

And thank you for the welcome, Joan!

[Sugar Smack]

36. *uh oh*

Bobby, I don't know how I know this, but I feel you're going to be a new DU heartthrob very soon.

[In_The_Wind]

37. *perkin' up my radar* Miss Sugar ... Were you callin' me

www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=show_topic&forum=105&topic_id=3889478

[Bobby_Miller]

48. Ummm.

There isn't a blushing smiley.
:)

[Ptah]

20. Yellow Rose of Arizona

[In_The_Wind]

46. Thank you, Ptah. That is a beautiful Yellow Rose!

Yellow Roses By Dolly Parton

Hello you said the day we met
Handing me a yellow rose
You asked me out
And to your surprise
And to mine I said I'd go
I thought it so romantic
And I found you sweet and bold
Though we'd only met
I still said yes
To a single yellow rose
And for years to come
You were the one
To sleep with me at night
To laugh and talk
And share my thoughts
And hold me when I'd cry
And on every occasion
And for no good reason to
A big bouquet or a single yellow rose
Was sent from you


Yellow roses
The color of sunshine
You loved me at one time
Why did you have to go
Yellow roses
Are you sending your new love
My bright yellow rose buds
I still love you so

I never see a yellow rose
That I didn't think of you
It's still my favorite flower
Though the yellow's turned to blue
The day you left my teardrops fell
Upon your farewell not
You said goodbye like you said hello
With a single yellow rose
Yellow roses
The color of sunshine
You loved me at one time
Why did you have to go
Yellow roses
Are you sending your new love
My bright yellow rose buds
Oh I still love you so

Yellow roses
The color of sunshine
You loved me at one time
Why did you have to go
Sweet yellow roses
Are you sending your new love
My bright yellow rose buds
I still love you so

[caty]

24. "Buy Me a Rose"

LUTHER VANDROSS

He works hard to give her all he thinks she wants
But it tears her apart 'cause nothing's for her heart
He pulls in late to wake her up with a kiss goodnight
If he could only read her mind, she'd say:

Buy me a rose, call me from work
Open a door for me, what would it hurt
Show me you love me by the look in your eyes
These are the little things I need the most in my life

Now the days have grown to years of feelin' all alone
As she sits and wonders if all she's doin' is wrong
'Cause lately she'd try anything just to turn his head
Would it make a difference if she said, if she said:

Buy me a rose, call me from work
Open a door for me, what would it hurt
Show me you love me by the look in your eyes
These are the little things I need the most in my life


And the more that he lives the less that he tries
To show her the love that he holds inside
And the more that she gives the more that he sees
This is the story of you:and me
So I bought you a rose on the way home from work
To open the door to a heart that I hurt
And I hope you notice this look in my eyes
'Cause I'm gonna make things right for the rest of your life
And I'm gonna hold you tonight, tonight
Do all those little things for the rest of your life

[In_The_Wind]

47. Thanks caty. I love to listen to Luther Vandross.

[Ptah]

25. Lida Rose, I'm home again, Rose

To get the sun back in the sky.
Lida Rose, I'm home again, Rose
About a thousand kisses shy.
Ding dong ding
I can hear the chapel bell chime.
Ding dong ding
At the least suggestion I'll pop the question.
Lida Rose, I'm home again, Rose
Without a sweetheart to my name.
Lida Rose, now everyone knows
That I am hoping you're the same
So here is my love song, not fancy or fine
Lida Rose, oh won't you be mine
Lida Rose, oh Lida Rose oh Lida Rose.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

26. How beautiful these all are, my dear Joani...

I've bookmarked this thread, because all these songs tear at my heart...

And I love them all....


Thank you....


:loveya:

[In_The_Wind]

49. Peggy ... I love to smell Roses and take pictures of them ...

but I haven't started adding them to my garden ...

this one I grew in a large flower pot on the terrace of my old apartment ~ >

I do believe this is the first time anyone has said "I've bookmarked this thread" ... Thank You Peggy

[CaliforniaPeggy]

60. Why, my dear Joani...this thread will be one I return to time and

again...

I know several of the songs here, but never knew all the lyrics...

And now I do know them....

Thank YOU.... :loveya:

[In_The_Wind]

64. The list just keeps getting longer ...

every time I think I'm making it toward answering almost the last post ... someone thinks of another 'rose connection'. I've done nothing for the last two hours but google search answers to post on this thread.

I'm not complaining ...

just sayin'

[sundog]

27. audrey rose

[AVulgarianHue]

30. The Sick Rose (blame sundog & his posting)

O rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

William Blake

[In_The_Wind]

50. oh my sundog

[skooooo]

31. Lily, Rosemary, and the Jack of Hearts

a Bob Dylan song!@

[pilgrimsoul]

35. Go, lovely rose

Tell her that wastes her time and me
how sweet and fair she seems to be
Tell her who's young and shuns to have her graces spied
that hadst thou sprung in deserts where no men abide
thou wouldst have uncommended died.

Small is the worth of beauty from the light retired.
Bid her come forth! Suffer herself to be desired
and not blush so to be admired.

Then die, so she the common fate of all things rare
may read in thee...
how small a part of time we share
with things so wondrous sweet and fair.

[In_The_Wind]

52. Hi skooooo ... that song is really something!

The festival was over and the boys were all planning for a fall
The cabaret was quiet except for the drilling in the wall
The curfew had been lifted and the gambling wheel shut down
Anyone with any sense had already left town
He was standing in the doorway looking like the Jack of Hearts.

He moved across the mirrored room "Set it up for everyone" he
said
Then everyone commenced to do what they were doin' before he
turned their heads
Then he walked up to a stranger and he asked him with a grin
"Could you kindly tell me friend what time the show begins ?"
Then he moved into the corner face down like the Jack of Hearts.

Backstage the girls were playing five card stud by the stairs
Lily had two queens she was hoping for a third to match her pair
Outside the streets were filling up, the window was open wide
A gentle breeze was blowing, you could feel it from inside
Lily called another bet and drew up the Jack of Hearts.

Big Jim was no one's fool, he owned the town's only diamond mine
He made his usual entrance looking so dandy and so fine
With his bodyguards and silver cane and every hair in place
He took whatever he wanted to and he laid it all to waste
But his bodyguards and silver cane were no match for the Jack of
Hearts.

Rosemary combed her hair and took a carriage into town
She slipped in through the side door looking like a queen
without a crown
She fluttered her false eyelashes and whispered in his ear
"Sorry darling, that I'm late", but he didn't seem to hear
He was starring into space over at the Jack of Hearts.

"I know I've seen that face somewhere" Big Jim was thinking to
himself
"Maybe down in Mexico or a picture up on somebodys shelf"
But then the crowd began to stamp their feet and the house
lights did dim
And in the darkness of the room there was only Jim and him
Starring at the butterfly who just drew the Jack of Hearts.

Lily was a princess she was fair-skinned and precious as a child
She did whatever she had to do she had that certain flash every
time she smiled
She'd come away from a broken home had lots of strange affairs
With men in every walk of life which took her everywhere
But she's never met anyone quite like the Jack of Hearts.
The hanging judge came in unnoticed and was being wined and
dined
The drilling in the wall kept up but no one seemed to pay it any
mind
It was known all around that Lily had Jim's ring
And nothing would ever come between Lily and the king
No nothing ever would except maybe the Jack of Hearts.

Rosemary started drinking hard and seeing her reflection in the
knife
She was tired of the attention tired of playing the role of Big
Jim's wife
She had done a lot of bad things even once tried suicide
Was looking to do just one good deed before she died
She was gazing to the future riding on the Jack of Hearts.

Lily took her dress off and buried it away
"Has your luck turn out" she laughed at him'.
"Well I guess you must have known it would someday
Be careful not to touch the wall there's a brand new coat of
paint
I'm glad to see you're still alive you're looking like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were coming for the Jack of Hearts.

The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair
"There's something funny going on" he said " I can just feel it
in the air"
He went to get the hanging judge but the hanging judge was drunk
As the leading actor hurried by in the costume of a monk
There was no actor anywhere better than the Jack of Hearts.

No one knew the circumstance, but they say it happened pretty
quick
The door to the dressing room burst open a cold revolver clicked
And big Jim was standing there ya couldn't say surprised
Rosemary right beside him steady in her eyes
She was with big Jim but she was leaning to the Jack of Hearts.

Two doors down the boys finally made it through the wall
And cleaned out the bank safe it's said that they got off with
quite a haul
In the darkness by the riverbed they waited on the ground
For one more member who had business back in town
But they couldn't go no further without the Jack of Hearts.

The next day was hanging day the sky was overcast and black
Big Jim lay covered up killed by a penknife in the back
And Rosemary on the gallows she didn't even blink
The hanging judge was sober he hadn't had a drink
The only person on the scene missing was the Jack of Hearts.
The cabaret was empty now a sign said. "Closed for repair"
Lily had already taken all of the dye out of her hair
She was thinking about her father who she was rarely saw
Thinking about Rosemary and thinking about the law
But most of all she was thinking about the Jack of Hearts.

[Zomby Woof]

33. "Roses In The Snow" - Emmylou Harris

I met my darlin' in the springtime
When all the flowers were in bloom
And like the flowers our love blossomed
We married in the month of June

Our love was like a burning ember
It warmed us as a golden glow
We had sunshine in December
And threw our roses in the snow

Now God had taken my darlin'
And left me with a memory
A memory I will always cherish
Are these last words he said to me

Our love was like a burning ember
It warmed us as a golden glow
We had sunshine in December
And threw our roses in the snow

My darlin's buried on the hillside
Where all the wild spring flowers grow
And when winter snows start falling
On his grave I'll place a rose

Our love was like a burning ember
It warmed us like a golden glow
We had sunshine in December
And threw our roses in the snow

[In_The_Wind]

54. That is such a sad song.

[AVulgarianHue]

34. A Cherokee Rose

(snip)

As wagons, weighted, marked their way,
from new Echota to where they close;
where each tear fell, as some will tell,
will be seen a Cherokee rose.

Rick Brown

[In_The_Wind]

56. Is that from the Trail of Tears?

[AVulgarianHue]

65. Yes, Hon

[In_The_Wind]

68. We were so wrong!

[SOteric]

38. W. B. Yeats; "The Lover Tells Of The Rose In His Heart"

ALL things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,
The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,
The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould,
Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.

The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told;
I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll apart,
With the earth and the sky and the water, re-made, like a casket of gold
For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.

[In_The_Wind]

62. W. B. Yeats is incredible!

BTW ~ Your sig line says it all!

[CanuckAmok]

39. Where the Wild Roses Grow...

They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day

From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
She stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild

When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face



On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?"

On the second day he came with a single red rose
Said: "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow"
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
He said, "If I show you the roses, will you follow?"



On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he knelt (stood smiling) above me with a rock in his fist

On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die"
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth



Nick Cave/Kylie Minogue

[In_The_Wind]

66. CanuckAmok!

this is most unsettling

[CanuckAmok]

80. Heh...yeah.

Beautiful song, though.

[anarch]

41. "Ramblin' Rose" as performed by the MC5

but mostly for the introduction part:

"Brothers and sisters, I want to see a sea of hands out there! Let me see a sea of hands. I want everybody to kick up some noise! I want to hear a little revolution, brothers, I want to hear a little revolution. Brothers and sisters, the time has come for each and every one of you to decide whether you are going to be the problem or you are going to be the solution. You must choose, brothers, you must choose. It takes 5 seconds, 5 seconds of decision. Five seconds to realize that it's time to move. It's time to get down with it. Brothers, it's time to testify and I want to know, are you ready to testify? Are you ready? I give you a testimonial... the MC5!"

[In_The_Wind]

71. The introduction Is what makes the Difference.

You might like David A. Carson's book GRIT, NOISE & REVOLUTION - The Birth Of Detroit Rock'n'Roll (University of Michigan Press) where several chapters are dedicated to the MC5


RAMBLIN' ROSE

Love is like a Ramblin´ Rose
The more you feed it
The more it grows,
Ramblin´Rose, Ramblin´Rose,
Come on home

Ramblin´ Rose,
Is such a ball
Diamond rings
And a Cadillac car,
Ramblin´ Rose, Ramblin´ Rose
Come on home

Ramblin´ Rose
Ramblin´ around,
Ramblin´ Rose
I´m gonna put you down
Ramblin´ Rose, Ramblin´ Rose
Come on home

Love is like a Ramblin´ Rose
The more you feed it,
The more it grows
Ramblin´ Rose, Ramblin´ Rose
Come on home

I need a Ramblin´ Rose
Ramblin´ Rose


(As sung by Wayne Kramer on 'Kick Out The Jams')

[Wapsie B]

42. Rose On My Table

by Noel Ang
There sits atop my desk a white rose
A great silken blossom larger than my open palm
Sustained by something so ever simple as clear
Fresh water, unperturbed in a slender fluted glass.

The white rose stands for pure love, she said.
My wife, last night, said as we ate supper,
I don't know what it means.

And it sits there my
White rose, unmoving and steadfast for
Weeks, months! I know because
I have counted the days -
Since she found out
My wife, months ago, that I kissed your mind.

It has quietly sat there, my
White rose, through the storm front:
The wronged love,
The gut-wrenching search for soul-truth,
The secret, unrepentant conviction.

And now, my poor
White rose, now, in the
Eye of my storm, in the
Deceiving calm -
Will you still be there,
When the consequences of my
Decision come to pass?

Do you know what the yellow rose stands for? she asked.
My wife, last night, asked as we ate supper.

It stands for friendship, I said
And ate, and
Stared at the vibrant, young yellow
Rose on the table, between us.

[In_The_Wind]

73. That is lovely, bushwentawol ...

The couple that can withstand the test of time ...

and forgive indiscretions ...

are truly blessed ...

in the end when all is said and done ...

what is love without friendship ...

[BamaGirl]

43. My Rose

pretty as a flower ;) Emma Rose

[In_The_Wind]

76. WOW ! Your Rose is beautiful, BamaGirl.

She is lovely.

[Ladyhawk]

53. Lo, How a Rose E'er Blooming

It's one of the few hymns I still like:

http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/l/h/lhowrose.htm

Lo, how a Rose e’er blooming from tender stem hath sprung!
Of Jesse’s lineage coming, as those of old have sung.
It came, a floweret bright, amid the cold of winter,
When half spent was the night.

Isaiah ’twas foretold it, the Rose I have in mind;
With Mary we behold it, the virgin mother kind.
To show God’s love aright, she bore to us a Savior,
When half spent was the night.

The shepherds heard the story proclaimed by angels bright,
How Christ, the Lord of glory was born on earth this night.
To Bethlehem they sped and in the manger they found Him,
As angel heralds said.

This Flower, whose fragrance tender with sweetness fills the air,
Dispels with glorious splendor the darkness everywhere;
True Man, yet very God, from sin and death He saves us,
And lightens every load.

O Savior, Child of Mary, Who felt our human woe,
O Savior, King of glory, Who dost our weakness know;
Bring us at length we pray, to the bright courts of heaven,
And to the endless day!

[In_The_Wind]

78. It's 'funny' how the Rose reappears connecting us back to biblical times.

Rose was also the name used for Mary Magdalene when it became unsafe to refer to her as the wife of Jesus.

Magdalene was thought to actually be the Holy Grail.

[ashling]

57. The Last Rose of Summer

When I was a kid, my Dad used to sit on the bed and read poetry to my brother and I. The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner, Casey at the Bat, The Ballad of somebody or other, and this one - which was one of his favorites.

After he died I read it as we scattered his ashes in the Sangre de Christo mountains of New Mexico.


The Last Rose of Summer
Thomas Moore (1779–1852)

'Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming all alone,
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone.
No flower of her kindred,
No rose bud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.

I'll not leave thee, thou lone one,
To pine on the stem;
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go sleep thou with them;
'Thus kindly I scatter
Thy leaves o'er the bed
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.

So soon may I follow
When friendships decay,
And from love's shining circle
The gems drop away!
When true hearts lie withered
And fond ones are flown
Oh! who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?


I love you Dad

[In_The_Wind]

81. Thank you, ashling.

>

[WePurrsevere]

58. I Never Promised You a Rose Garden

I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden
Along with the sunshine there's got to be a little rain sometimes
When you take you got to give so live and let live or let go ooo oooo
I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden.

I can't promise you things like big diamonds rings
But you don't find roses growing fields of clover so better think it over
When if sweet talking you would make it come true
I'd give you the world right now on a silver platter but what would it matter
So smile for a while and let's be jolly love shouldn't be so melancholic
Come on and share the good times while we can

I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden
Along with the sunshine there's got to be a little rain sometimes

I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden
I could sing you a tune and promise you the moon
But if that's what it takes to hold you I just too soon let you go
But there's one thing I want you to know
You better look before you leap still water runs deep
And it won't always be someone there to put you out
And you know what I'm talkin' about
So smile for a while and let's be jolly love shouldn't be so melancholic
Come on and share the good times while we can

I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden
Along with the sunshine there's got to be a little rain sometimes

[In_The_Wind]

82. Well, I'm glad you didn't!

Rose gardens take so much work!

[WePurrsevere]

59. The poem "The Rose Beyond The Wall" has a lot of deep meaning to me...

It was on a card I received when my daughter (#2of3) died of SIDS back in 1980. It helped so much that I carried that card around for many years until I just plain wore it out. Thankfully I found it on the Internet about 10 years ago, it's helped me through other deep loses as well.

The Rose Beyond the Wall

Near shady wall a rose once grew,
Budded and blossomed in God's free light,
Watered and fed by the morning dew,
Shedding it's sweetness day and night.

As it grew and blossomed fair and tall,
Slowly rising to loftier height,
It came to a crevice in the wall
Through which there shone a beam of light.

Onward it crept with added strengh
With never a thought of fear or pride,
It followed the light through the crevice's length
And unfolded itself on the other side.

The light, the dew, the broadening view
Were found the same as they were before,
And it lost itself in beauties new,
Breathing it's fragrance more and more.

Shall claim of death cause us to grieve
And make our courage faint and fall?
Nay! Let us faith and hope receive--
The rose still grows beyond the wall,

Scattering fragrance far and wide
Just as it did in days of yore,
Just as it did on the other side,
Just as it will forevermore.

From the writings of A.L. Frink

[DawgHouse]

61. Cracklin' Rosie!

What is a "store-bought woman" anyway?

[AVulgarianHue]

67. Whiskey n/t

[Chichiri]

63. Rose = name of the first girl I ever kissed.

Way back in the day.

[In_The_Wind]

83. That must be a lovely memory ...

from ~ way back in the day :thumbsup:

[Whoa_Nelly]

69. Mighty Lak' a Rose

Mighty Lak' a Rose
Words by Frank L. Stanton, music by Ethelbert Nevin, 1901


Sweetest l'il feller,
Everybody knows;
Dunno what to call him,
But he mighty lak' a rose!

Lookin' at his Mammy
Wid eyes so shiny blue,
Mek' you think that heav'n
Is comin' clost-ter you!

W'en he's a dar a-sleepin',
In his li'l place,
Think I see de angels
Lookin' thro' de lace.

When de dark is fallin',
When de shadders creep,
Den dey comes on tiptoe
Ter kiss 'im in his sleep.

Sweetest l'il feller,
Everybody knows;
Dunno what to call him,
But he mighty lak' a rose!

Lookin' at his Mammy
Wid eyes so shiny blue,
Mek' you think that heav'n
Is comin' clost-ter you!

[no name no slogan]

70. "Prairie Rose", by Roxy Music

Texas That's where I
Belong
It seems to me
Texas Lonesome star
Shine on
The big country
Texas With open skies
And you
For company
Texas Oh prairie rose
How happy
I should be
Hey hey You can take it from me
Hey hey I'll be coming, you'll see
Hey hey Oh what a state to be in
Hey hey You're tantalising me
Texas I will compose
In fancy rhyme
Or just plain prose
Texas A song of praise
to you
Prairie rose
Texas Though I'm not sure
I can explain
Your strange allure
Texas Prairie rose -
A crown of thorns
A scented flower
Hey hey I'd better leave right away
Hey hey I can hear you calling me
Prairie rose

[WePurrsevere]

72. My DH reminded me this morn' that he calls me his "Wild Irish Rose"....

and sings it to me now and then as well. :loveya:

If you listen I'll sing you a sweet little song
Of a flower that's now droped and dead,
Yet dearer to me, yes than all of its mates,
Though each holds aloft its proud head.
Twas given to me by a girl that I know,
Since we've met, faith I've known no repose.
She is dearer by far than the world's brightest star,
And I call her my wild Irish Rose.

My wild Irish Rose, the sweetest flower that grows.
You may search everywhere, but none can compare with my wild Irish Rose.
My wild Irish Rose, the dearest flower that grows,
And some day for my sake, she may let me take the bloom from my wild Irish Rose.

They may sing of their roses, which by other names,
Would smell just as sweetly, they say.
But I know that my Rose would never consent
To have that sweet name taken away.
Her glances are shy when e'er I pass by
The bower where my true love grows,
And my one wish has been that some day I may win
The heart of my wild Irish Rose.

My wild Irish Rose, the sweetest flower that grows.
You may search everywhere, but none can compare with my wild Irish Rose.
My wild Irish Rose, the dearest flower that grows,
And some day for my sake, she may let me take the bloom from my wild Irish Rose.

[greatauntoftriplets]

75. Don't mean to go all religious on you.....

but this is the first thing I thought of that I hadn't seen posted. I am a real

Lo, how a Rose e’er blooming from tender stem hath sprung!
Of Jesse’s lineage coming, as those of old have sung.
It came, a floweret bright, amid the cold of winter,
When half spent was the night.

Isaiah ’twas foretold it, the Rose I have in mind;
With Mary we behold it, the virgin mother kind.
To show God’s love aright, she bore to us a Savior,
When half spent was the night.

The shepherds heard the story proclaimed by angels bright,
How Christ, the Lord of glory was born on earth this night.
To Bethlehem they sped and in the manger they found Him,
As angel heralds said.

This Flower, whose fragrance tender with sweetness fills the air,
Dispels with glorious splendor the darkness everywhere;
True Man, yet very God, from sin and death He saves us,
And lightens every load.

O Savior, Child of Mary, Who felt our human woe,
O Savior, King of glory, Who dost our weakness know;
Bring us at length we pray, to the bright courts of heaven,
And to the endless day!

:evilgrin: type

[distantearlywarning]

77. Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

[merh]

79. This world that we're a living in is mighty hard to beat

You get a thorn with every rose, but ain't the roses sweet! :hug:

:hi: :loveya:

[pippin]

84. Rose, Rose I Love You

Rose, Rose I love you with an aching heart.
What is your future, now we have to part?
Standing on the jetty as the steamer moves away,
Flower of Malaya, I cannot stay.

Make way, oh, make way for my Eastern Rose.
Men crowd in dozens everywhere she goes.
In her rickshaw on the street or in a cabaret,
"Please make way for Rose," you can hear them say.

All my life I shall remember,
Oriental music and you in my arms.
Perfumed flowers in your tresses,
Lotus-scented breezes and swaying palms.

Rose, Rose I love you with your almond eyes.
Fragrant and slender 'neath tropical skies.
I must cross the seas again and never see you more.
Way back to my home on a distant shore.

(All my life I shall remember,)
(Oriental music and you in my arms.)
(Perfumed flowers in your tresses,)
(Lotus-scented breezes and swaying palms.)

Rose, Rose I leave you, my ship is in the bay.
Kiss me farewell now, there's nothin' to say.
East is East and West is West, our worlds are far apart.
I must leave you now but I leave my heart.

Rose, Rose I love you with an aching heart.
What is your future, now we have to part?
Standing on the jetty as the steamer moves away,
Flower of Malaya, I cannot stay.