Flowers of Life
Flowers blooming in the field,
How they make me breath and feel.
They lift my senses,
Relieve my tensions,
There is nothing like this mystique,
of floral sense blended together.
They must be Heaven sent,
Wherever.
They represent the beginning of a life,
To the sick and the old.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 2000.
You are a Fine Wine
You are a fine wine,
That you pore forth onto me.
And you are books I never read,
So you speak.
You are music that hasn't been written yet.
You are here in my poem.
You are flowers over my grave.
You say goodbye to my life that never was.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 2000
Ocean Mountains
The oceans have high, and fierce waves,
And white caps resembling mountains of cold stone.
The waves are like liquid mountains
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 2000.
Will Someone Help?
Have you heard of this dream?
They take and want more.
Why?
A trance?
An obsession?
Bones like gold are buried somewhere.
Love has led to indifference.
Now they dig.
So I die.
I had bad dreams.
I was in a lake, I had no boat.
I also saw the asteroid belt.
An angel sent to Hell.
I can not scream either.
Like in the lake, not awake.
Will someone help?
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 2000.
An essence
I wish I smelt like a rose.
Be the seed, and grow in the spring time.
My worth would be my essence,
And to live a complete life.
If I was any flower,
I would want to be a rose,
As red as my passion.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 2000.
White and Green
You say the equator.
I say the poles.
Everything in between don't mean a thing at all.
I like white.
You like Green and politics.
Life be just everything in between us.
Trust and honesty, love take my hand.
You say you're for good,
But are a far man.
You say I am a far girl,
but you still don't want to hold my freezing cold hand.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 2000.
Untitled 1
The depth of an ocean resembles,
the dark of the night's sky.
The ocean has specks of light,
that which can reach the bottom,
can reach the night.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 2001.
Untitled 2
He felt women through cool blue eyes.
Their sleep on a still ocean under a violin moon.
Copyright 2001 Jennifer Arbour.
Jennifer Jennifer
Jennifer Jennifer simple as a star.
Jennifer Jennifer purple, if a star.
Just when will you be up there?
Just when will you be dragged down there?
It is all up to me.
And I wonder why.
Jennifer Jennifer.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 2001.
Inspired by Donovan's Jennifer, Juniper.
The clock.
Are you ticking with time?
The clock is always there.
The time is always right.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 2001.
These poems copyright to Jennifer Arbour @1987-2001 under Canadian
and International Law.
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