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Rooster
Personality Occupying the 10th position in the Chinese Zodiac, the Rooster symbolizes such character traits as confidence, pompousness and motivation. Those born under the Chinese Zodiac sign of the Rooster are loyal, trustworthy individuals who are blunt when it comes to offering their opinions. Their bluntness stems not from being mean but from being honest; a trait which Roosters expect from others. Roosters are extremely sociable and prefer being the center of attention, always bragging about themselves and their accomplishments. They continually seek the unwavering attention of others which can be annoying. Roosters are as proud of their homes as they are of themselves. They’re extremely organized individuals as evidenced by the fact that their homes are always neat. Health Overall, Roosters are active individuals and their preference to be active helps keep them in good health. When they do become ill, they feel better quickly. They can at times however, take on too

Rooster Song - Fenix Tx
[Spoken] -Suck my deeack! -Hey Cletus, Are you goin' over there to uhh? Uhh, Gunter's house for thanksgiving? I heard hes got a 90-pound turkey going cook up for the whole town -That ain't no turkey stupid, that's a chicken -That's not no chicken man, that's a BIG cock -That's a big cock! I got a big cock He's so damn big I got a big cock He even ate a pig I got a big cock A big cock for your mouth I got a big cock And he gets into cock fights I got a big cock Better watch out he bites I got a big cock Got a big cock for your mouth When I'm alone all I can do is think of you And all the ways that I can give you my big cock Then on Thanksgiving Got a big cock Is what you'll be given My big cock Got a big cock for your mouth I got a big cock And he's oh, so tasty Got a big cock I sop him up with gravy Got a big cock Got a big cock for your mouth When I'm alone all I can do is think of you And all the ways that I can give you my big cock... Geddalong little dawgy Yeah! Big cock comin' to

Roots
Anything to run away, she prays "May today become my last" No God within, the sirens fade Silence screams into you "I cannot continue to believe in myself For I too descend" So much greed and hunger With all relief denied Loved ones become hindrances Discover what death really tastes like Drowning in the embrace of alcohol She pushes her way through the sky The world turns a shade darker "My eyes shut on that day Opening to view a new world Inhabitants all scabbed" Silver rose to the surface Opened eyes, providing necessary restraint She became the soil; surrounded my roots

Root Beer Contest!!!
Hey all just wanted to invite you all to be apart of my new contest. "FUNNY ROOT BEER PICS CONTEST" there are only a few simple rules: 1. All pics must contain a ROOTBEER or ROOT BEER content. 2. No NUDITY please. 3. Winners will be chosen based on RATES & COMMENTS, You may comment as often as you like. The contest will beginas soon as I have sufficent entries. Just click the dancing banner below to link to my page and leave me a message if you wish to enter. THANX S~E~X~Y.

Roots
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Root Beer In The Gift Shop We Got It There!
Ok To start off I just wanted to say thank you to all my wonderful freinds who have put up with me reposting the "help me get ROOT BEER into the gift shop" bulletins and to those who have re- posted it as well. Sum one recently told me it would never happen that the powers that be at cherry tap would nevr bother to put one in. lmmfao I said to them obviously you do not know the power of good freinds and strenght in numbers, I later found out through another freind that my bulletins were in vain because market man was on holidays untill after the new year. I told him that when he returned I hoped his message box was full of requests to add root beer to the gift shop and it must have been full, because he is back today and guess what There is ROOT BEER in the gift shop so to all my freinds that sent him messages you guys ROCK!!! I have sent a request to market man to see if he can get me a list of all those who sent him a message for me cause I have a lil sumthin special for all of you.

Rootbeer & Twinkies
One day a little boy told his mother that he was going to take a walk and spend some time at his grandmother's house she said okay and packed him his favorite snack which was rootbeer and twinkies then she sent him on his way. To his surprise he finds an old tired man sitting down by the river so he stops andoffers the old man a twinkie and a rootbeer he gladly accepts the little boys kind gesture. The little boy asks the man what his name was and the old man says his name is God. the little boy says it's nice to meet you gets up and begins to go on his way . He turned around and the old man smiled and disappeared. On his way back the little boy finds another little boy sitting by the river he looked thirsty and hungry so once again he shares his twinkies and rootbeer with the little boy. He asked him what his name was and once again the little boy ssid my name is God. the little boy got ready to head home , turned around and smiled at the little boy. He smiled back and disappeared. t

-roots That Never Fail-
-Friends are like a tree....all seasons will come and go...the leafs will change colors and even fall of the branches- -The branches look strong and full of surpport but when you swing on them they break at a moments notice- -The only part you can rely on is the roots..cuz no matter what they are always there and they keep growing deeper-

The Root Of All Evol
so,the way i see it,evol is started each day by lousy service from beverage sales people and stores.think about it,4 out of 5 people are in a rush because theres a crowd at thestore,thirstyand impatientas is,then the clerk is either cool but chatty,or a total imbecile.then,add in the elderlyman who needs 75 lotto tickets at 7 in the morning,even though he has all day free-this all adds to the frustration and thusis born road rage.now because 711 is chaotic,and thirsty people encountered stress satifying their thirst,highways and roads become speedways with enraged ,late sheep,frustrated and powerless,and looking to vent.the stress builds with every litle slight at work,till by the end of the day people need to get drunk to relax.then drive-more stress,more lives wrecked.its a simple chainthat could be broken if we as a society demanded better qualifications of our convenience store clerks.it couldnthurt if they spoke english as well,we dont all speak tongan.

Root Of A Man
The ROOT As A MAN as flowers of female identity we float with pride in our strength, consent ruling and remembrance in who bares the child who bares the fears of emotional ties, we are binding to the world of emotional graduated. As strong as our stem and soft as our petals we would not stand straight if not for our root our root as in he who shares our soul. Yet our root not so pretty ruff around the edges yet it plants it self strong to embrace winters summer heat and storms. When we fall when we brake a flood of water a flood of emotional despair comes rushing to crush our inner selves every thing we held all the strength we have endured falls, yet we have not felt the ground we have not lost our feet. It is in that moment the most powerful the one with the most strength embraces us. Even when the emotion is killing them more so then the flower will ever know, they hold us, rock us breath in our pain to stand by our side, showing nothing but strength, yes child birth is pain f

Roots Of The Soul
The discrepancy of the world tears apart at the liberty of the bonds that we reach on our flight to the sun. Fear inhibits our souls from slowly drifting away in the currents of the strong rays. Our love and earthly needs slowly drift away from the omnipresent faith of the sun. His tentacles burn as the light grows brighter and my faith is slowly being torn from the serenity of my earthly soul. The soul is being twisted and contorted by the ill will of the destructive sun. The soul exhausted by the torments of the sun only looks for peace and serenity. For the soul is now dying and the world closes its meaningless doors to its begging chant. Silence surrounds the sun as it sees its own seeds of death being spread to the dark world, now the soul will suffer no more only to find peace within his own emptiness.

The Root Of All Evil
For the record. My Great Aunt is lying in a hospital bed in the cardiac unit right NOW. She can't even have any morphine because she had problem with it after her husband shoved fiberglass into her arms in an attempt to kill her slowly. BUT REALLY, LET'S JUST TALK ABOUT YOUR G@DDAMN PROBLEMS AND HOW FUCKED YOUR LIFE IS BECAUSE SOMEONE MADE THE MISTAKE OF LOVING YOU. There. Now that IS something that I have said. Right there. In print. And you know what, it's something I wouldn't normally say. But I'm pissed the m#therf^cking hello off right now. Sadly, she really was married. To bad.

The Root Of Unhappiness
Longing is the root of happiness of relationship problems. It spins off from four different mind sets. 1. Reality is not the way we want it 2. We want somebody or something to change 3. We believe we are responsible to bring about change in someone or something. 4. We want to protect or rescue someone. Longing is an obsession. You can't get your mind off a person or problem. You don't know what you can do. If anything to make a difference but you desperately want to help somebody or something change. You fantasize the possibilites worry, an fret,Like if you love someone who is in trouble someone who is out of control he or she may have an emotional problem of some sort. Allow that person to come to you and talk listen and be supportive not judgemental and most importantly dont be cruel to the way the person feels offer support words such as I am here and I care and if you need help I will do what I can make sure you leave the person with the decision and allow them to

Roots
Roots Leaves fall one by one. Limbs linger like an appendage, Shade hides me from the sun, This is what you do to prevent damage. This taint of darkness is not a protection, It is a cage and I the mouse. I scurry weak and mild to you affection, You are the fruit, and I the louse. Your overreaching reactors bear fruit like a bearing Some days you give sweet peaches. Other days you serve sour apples with a side of caring I can not swallow the rancid manners you teach and preach. Your subdivisions needle me near Like a wave draws an unsuspecting beach near the ocean. This security will only secure a sense of fear, I’ve learned to despise your display of devotion. When it rains I curl up in your arms, When it snows I climb into your hollowed trunk. I whisper for lightning to show it’s constructed charms, I am the commander who wants to see you sunk. You want me to measure myself by your rings, You want me to shelter myself by your shade, You want me to

The Root Of Desire
Saturday, December 15, 2007 The root of desire Most of the things you think you desire are only shallow substitutes for what you truly would like to have. Learn to look past each immediate, superficial wish to uncover the real, profound and fulfilling desire beyond it. There's no sense spending your time, effort and resources in pursuit of things that are not even what you genuinely desire. Look instead at the root of each desire and put your energy into what you truly wish to bring about in your life. The things you crave may satisfy you momentarily, yet they cannot fulfill your deepest desires. By giving in to your cravings, you're actually pushing yourself further and further away from what you truly wish to have. Choose to raise your expectations. Instead of merely chasing pleasures that quickly fade, work on creating joys that do not end. Instead of diversions that just amuse you, create experiences that wholly fulfill you. There's no need to settle for substitut

Root Chakra
The Base Chakra is the energy centre that controls our energy levels, our connection to the earth and our ambitions. The base chakra is positioned at the base of the spine, near the top of the legs. On a physical level this chakra governs the back, legs, hips, feet, spine and the circulation of the blood. When functioning negatively, this chakra causes aches, strains and loss of mobility to these organs. There is an old saying that we use when we are in trouble. That saying is, that we must get to the root of the problem so that we can heal the situation. This is true in the physical, mental and spiritual. The base chakra is the root of our manifestation, our existence. When we learn about our base or root chakra we come to understand that this centre is the base to past, in this life and our past - lives. . . It is our connection to the earth and to the physical. . . The physical being what you can see, feel and hear - True reality. How we function on this level depends on

Rootbeer Float Cupcakes
RootBeer Float Cupcakes Mother’s Day is the time to express your gratitude, show your love, and spread compassion to all the people who look after you. It’s time to make a sweet statement with delectable cruelty-free goodies. Treat your mom and others to fun, cholesterol-free cupcakes. You can also educate others about your efforts to eat veg and ask them to try it with you! Ingredients: 1 cup rootbeer soda 1 tsp. apple cider vinegar 3/4 cup sugar 1/3 cup vegetable oil 1/2 tsp. vanilla extract 2 tsp. rootbeer extract 1 1/3 cups flour 3/4 tsp. baking soda 1/2 tsp. baking powder pinch of salt Frosting 1 cup vegetable shortening 3 cups confectioner’s sugar 2 Tbs. vanilla soymilk 2 tsp. vanilla extract Directions: Preheat your oven to 350 degrees and line a dozen cupcake tins with papers. Combine the soda and vinegar and let stand for a few minutes. Add the sugar and oil, whisking vigorously until slightly frothy; integrate the extracts, and gently introdu

The Roots - The Seed (2.0)
Knocked up nine months ago And what she's fittin' to have, she don't know. She wants neo-soul cause hip hop is old. She don't want no rock'n'roll. She want platinum, ice and gold. She want a whole lot of somethin' to fold. If you're an obstacle, she'll just drop you cold. Cause one monkey don't stop the show. Little Mary's bad, In these streets she done ran, E'ry since when the heat began. I told the girl, look here, Calm down I'm gonna hold your hand, To enable you to keep the plan, Because you'se quick to learn, And we can make money to burn, If you allow me the lay this game, I don't ask for much but enough to room to spread my wings, And a world fittin to know my name, just listen to me. I don't ask for much these days, And I don't bitch and whine if I don't get my way. I only wanna fertilize another behind my lover's back. I sit and watch it grow, roots standin where I'm at, Fertilize another behind my lover's back, And I'm keepin my secrets mine. I push

Root Vegetable Gratin
From: Campbell's Kitchen Prep: 20 minutes Cook: 5 minutes Bake: 1 hour 5 minutes Stand: 10 minutes Serves: 6 Ingredients: 3 tbsp. unsalted butter, softened 1 small butternut squash (about 1 1/2 pounds), peeled and thinly sliced (about 4 cups) 1 lb. red potato, peeled and thinly sliced* (about 3 cups) 1 bulb celery root (celeriac), about 1 pound, peeled, cut in half and thinly sliced (about 1 cup) 1 bunch leek, washed well, white part only, thinly sliced (about 1 cup) 1 3/4 cups Swanson® Vegetable Broth (Regular or Certified Organic) 1/2 cup heavy cream 1 tsp. minced fresh thyme leaves 1/2 tsp. ground nutmeg 1/3 cup grated Parmesan cheese Directions: Heat the oven to 400°F. Spread the butter in a 13 x 9 x 2-inch baking dish. Add the squash, potatoes, celery root and leeks to the prepared dish. Heat the broth, cream, thyme and nutmeg in a 2-quart saucepan over medium heat to a boil. Season to taste. Pour the broth mixture over the vegetables and toss

Root Canal
On my first visit, I changed my mind. The endodontist Dr. Clayton used laughing gas, the O2 and N2O tanks for which were right behind the chair. Since I have very long arms, when no one was in the room, I could just reach the lever for the N20 and tap it all the way from the 4 setting it was on up to the top setting of 12. I got high as a fucking kite. Moreover, his assistant, Beverly, who looked to be just a few years older than me, was a piece of ass, bearing a strong resemblance to Suzanne Sommers--complete with big smile and big tits, but slimmer. She always wore those zip-up-the-front type of uniform tops, which displayed her ample cleavage quite nicely. He had a high-tech chair that lowered me down so he could work on my tooth from a sitting position, yet kept my feet raised up high. I was practically upside down, which gave me an even better view of Beverly's breasts, as she frequently had to lean across me to assist him. Ironically, I came to look forward to the ser

Root Of Evil
Money it can destroy all that is pure and good. It starts off as a helpful tool buy things that are useful. Then it can have mankind turn to greed, lust for it, kill for it the color of the dollar no longer green. There lays the seduction of the paper and coin making people do unspeakable things just to hold it in there grasp. Working honestly, brown nosing, shaking your ass, wishing for a sugar mama or daddy will only lead to saddness leave that mind binder alone. Being poor is the way to go because in the end poor people have the best relationships, connections, love, family, laughs, down to earth, these are the things that make us rich not that paper or coin that be lost in a blink of an eye. Remember money can be helpful but the lust, greed, love of it can always does destroy you from the inside out! SilverMoonWolf 4-14-09

Root Canal!
OK, so I have had this appt for months! But then I have the fall!!! They want to charge me $50. to cancelhave my Dad drive me, I was totally never numb and kicked well kneed him in thhe nuts!!! e tol;d me to let him know if I was uncomfortable. I am waiting on the asshole of my life (aka father of my Princess to pick her up for his weekend) Then maybe I can get some sleep! Or just warning readers, things will be mixted up and mispelled, but I mean well!!!!

The Root Of My Happiness? A Yes, A No, A Straight Line, A Goal.
ubmissive Needs/Wants taken from Submissivewomenspeak.net These aren't my wants or needs ,these are the wants and needs of the sub from the website given. I thought they were pretty funny. This sub is extremely selfish, it can't always be about her. Even the needs are stupid. If you are able to type out that you "may" be to submissive and need to have no way you can "escape" him; this means you're really not submissive and you're trying to set rules. I say just let your Dom be dominant in his own way. I want to play frequently, much more frequently than he chooses to. - He must not be hitting it right... I want him to do new things to me or more elaborate things to me than he already does. - Maybe you should help him plan something.. I want him to do all those active things he is incapable of doing because of his physical disability. -? I want him to do the same things to me--and with the same intensity--as he did during our first week together, when I was in "su

Roots
My father answered the phone. Without a greeting, I asked, “Isn’t it beautiful?” “It is,” he said. “It is.” We were referring to the rain, the rain that has avoided us for months and now has arrived, a long-overdue visitor. We will feel grateful if it stays for the rest of the day, but hope in our hearts that it will linger for a week. The chickens needed tending, so I donned a rain coat and headed out into the rain, sweet rain. Though my jeans were instantly soaked by the southern-slanting drops, I didn’t mind. I raised my face to be washed by the sky, delighted in the cold squish of toes in my waterlogged shoes. I splashed through puddles, resisted the urge to dance, and cheerfully delivered the morning’s food to my girls, who were all unhappily cooped up. Unlike me and my garden and the many thousands of acres of row crops surrounding me, the hens haven’t minded the lack of rain. But, despite their obvious discon

The 18 Root Vows
The eighteen root vows require that you abandon below actions of body speech and mind: 1. Praising yourself and denigrating others. You must avoid praising yourself and, with delusion, criticising and denigrating others through wanting to gain offerings, respect or some sort of profit. Praising yourself and criticising, denigrating or complaining about others creates heavy negative karma as well as breaking this root bodhicitta vow. 2. Not giving wealth and Dharma. If you refuse to help others with financial assistance or Dharma teachings when you are able to do so in response to their requests, you will break this root vow. You must practise generosity of material things and generosity of Dharma to those who are suffering, confused and dissatisfied. You should teach those who want teachings and show them how to meditate and remove their suffering. This root vow is part of the perfection of generosity 3. Not forgiving though someone apo

A Root Should Plant Itself In Soil...
i stand in front of a broken mirror i try to find my own eyes gaze a spider's web of broken glass makes it hard to see things clearer maybe what is shattered says, my life has been a jungle, and also been a maze i have been in search of answers, for so long i don't know when i have traveled far and long and wide and don't recall where all i've been i can't recall the many faces or the places, as often as i've tried i never felt much need nor comfort, in loitering in one place for long i would always feel a strumming on the inside of my being from subtle to increasing, to ignore it felt so wrong somewhere else on down the road, was another place to sing i would gather my belongings, and set myself in motion braving wind, and rain, and cold, and heat without a second thought, and devoid of much emotion always with the thought in mind, that freedom tastes so bittersweet

Ropa Al Por Mayor En Línea - Prendas De Vestir De Buena Calidad Con Precio Barato Etiquetas
Ropa al por mayor es la mejor opción para aquellos que les encanta comprar ropa de marca y de moda, sin tener que pagar una fortuna en ellos. La mayor ventaja de la compra de los mayoristas es que ofrecen sus productos a precios muy razonables, lo que es mucho más barato que lo que se obtiene a partir de los minoristas. La mayoría de ellos tienen sus sitios web oficiales, desde donde se puede navegar por su catálogo de productos y comprar las ropas de la moda que te gusta.-abrigos mujer online La asequibilidad y la amplia gama de opciones: La mayor parte de los mayoristas están directamente afiliados a las unidades de fabricación y marcas líderes, y por lo tanto son capaces de ofrecer mejores precios en comparación con los minoristas. Dado que venden ropa al por mayor de sus sitios web, ahorrar mucho en marketing. Esto les permite ofrecer sus productos a precios muy reducidos. Usted seguramente no será capaz de obtener su ropa de marca favorita en las tiendas locales para

Ropa Personalizada Puede Mejorar Su Negocio Y Su Vida
Ropa personalizada puede servir para muchos propósitos. Algunas empresas utilizan ropa personalizada para promociones. Otras personas usan ropa personalizada para obtener el mejor ajuste. Ropa modificado puede ser eficaz para cualquier propósito. Hay ropa de varios diseñadores en línea que diseñará ropa a un precio asequible. Tenga en cuenta cómo estas ofertas ropa puede ayudar a mejorar su negocio o armario.-tiendas ropa online Personalizado ropa promocional Prendas de vestir personalizadas pueden promover los negocios de forma gratuita. Cuando una compañía incluye su logo en una camiseta, camisa o chaqueta de golf, la empresa recibe publicidad gratuita cuando un cliente o empleado use la ropa. La ropa es una excelente inversión para las empresas que necesitan proporcionar a los clientes potenciales con recordatorios sutiles para probar su producto o servicio. Muchas empresas dan a sus clientes leales chaquetas o camisas de golf para llevar si asisten a un evento de gol

Ropa Urbana Y Líneas De Ropa
Las nuevas tendencias y la moda han hecho algunos cambios relevantes en el estilo de la ropa y por lo tanto la mayoría de las personas optan por la ropa urbana en estos días. La ropa y el estilo urbano impresiona a la mayoría de los clientes con variedad y elegancia. Las prendas de vestir urbanas están disponibles para los consumidores de todas las edades y coinciden perfectamente con su apariencia y sabor. Por lo tanto, la gente busca los trajes urbanos que reflejan su propio sentido del estilo y la personalidad.-abrigos de mujer Que van desde el botón de las camisas del club a los vaqueros anchos, también se puede encontrar una gran cantidad de prendas de vestir esas diseñado tanto para hombres como para mujeres. Usted puede encontrar un montón de colores y diseños de la ropa en línea urbanas e incluso llega a ser mucho más fácil de seleccionar entre varios trajes de moda. Si desea mantenerse al día con las últimas tendencias a tu manera de vestir ropa urbana entonces s

Ropa Deportiva: ¿cómo Usted Puede Comprar Ropa De Deporte
Hay muchas Tienda Ropa de deporte que venden ropa y accesorios deportivos. Si usted está teniendo dificultades para localizar ese determinado tema o desea costumbre prendas de vestir hechas deportes, entonces es posible que desee llevar a su búsqueda en línea. Hay sitios web que tienen accesorios deportivos para cualquier equipo que se pueda imaginar. Muchos sitios web tienen ropa deportiva camisetas totalmente personalizables y sombreros. Consiga que sus equipos deportivos favoritos camiseta con su nombre impreso en ella. En línea es la mejor ruta para ir en la búsqueda de objetos raros. Si usted está buscando para la ropa de deportes firmado entonces usted probablemente tendrá mejor suerte en línea.-ropa bebe barata Cuando Deportes Ropa localmente para ropa deportiva y accesorios que hay límites a lo que puedes encontrar. En línea usted puede encontrar toda la NBA, NFL, MLB y artículos de deportes de la universidad. Todo lo que quiero es sólo una búsqueda de distancia.

Ropa De Moda Asiática - Hot Styles Para Cada Ocasión
La moda está en constante cambio. Las tendencias cambian cada año, cada temporada. Por lo tanto, lo que se ve o desgaste puede ser popular hoy en día, pero no puede seguir siendo mañana popular. Hoy en día, en las tiendas de diseñadores de todo el mundo, ropa de moda asiática es evidente. Tanto para hombres y mujeres, hay una gran variedad de ropa formal, ropa casual y deportiva donde se puede comprar ropa barata en línea. Hoy en día, usted encontrará ropa de estilo asiático en casi todas partes. Se los puede ver en las tiendas, centros comerciales locales y tiendas online. Este estilo de ropa no sólo le gustaba por los asiáticos, el ventilador siguiendo los EE.UU. y Europa es enorme también. Cuando se trata de ropa de moda asiática, Corea y Japón son los dos países más influyentes. Eso no significa que India, Singapur, Malasia, Hong Kong y China están muy a la zaga. A través de diseños innovadores y elegantes estos países poco a poco, se han convertido en popular.-abrigo

Ropa Para Hombres India
Lo más singular de hombre Ropa de la India es que todos los estados del país tiene su propio rango distinto y tradicional de trajes y ropa para los hombres. En este país, conocido por su unidad en la diversidad, la tradicional ropa para hombre incluye la dhotis, churidar, kurtas, sherwanis y mucho más. Estos atuendos tradicionales, que están estrechamente relacionadas con las costumbres y tradiciones seguidas en cada estado se han convertido de hecho en una fuente de reconocimiento. La diversidad en la ropa para hombre es una de las características distintivas de la India.-comprar ropa mujer La ropa más comúnmente encontrado tradicional para hombres incluye las dhotis y kurtas, que se usan principalmente en las regiones occidentales y centrales del país. Aderezo tradicional es más específicamente se recurre durante épocas de fiestas y celebraciones en las que es más necesario y añadir el glam extra mirar idealmente satisfaciendo la ocasión. Por ejemplo durante una boda Ra

Ropes Of Sand
To weave ropes of sand we walk on a golden beach hand in hand like our love we weave,we weavropes of sand. dreams and futures to hod,happiness to be planned by my man,I together will make a stand. we make the world a better place without thought or demand.and all is pretty when we weave ropes of sand.

Rope Trick
She was flushed red, angry at the thought of being trussed up like Betty Page. Her large breasts with the pattina of freckles, rising at each deep breath. I pushed her aganst the wall a little roughly, she growled a bit but I was used to her complaints by this time, her scent raising into the air between us. I flipped her around her breast slapping the white tiled wall, I brought her arms behind herbound her wrists and then barrel wound them up to the elbows. I pulled the rop between her arms and ran it between her thighs. flipping her back to face me I ran the rope up and around her neck, and back down between her thighs again. She attempted to fight back a bit, I slapped her nipple on her right breast, then pinched it and began pulling it to her left side forcing her to put her back to me again. I pressed her against thecold tile and kicked her legs apart. Pulling the rope back over her right shoulder, and spinning her back round to face me taking her heavy breast and starting

The Rope
11 PEOPLE ON A ROPE Eleven people were hanging on a rope under a helicopter, ten men and one woman. The rope was not strong enough to carry them all, so they decided that one had to leave, because otherwise they were all going to fall. They were unable to decide who would let go, until the woman gave a very touching speech. She said that she would voluntarily let go of the rope, because, as a woman, she was used to giving up everything for her husband and kids and for men in general, and was used to always making sacrifices with little in return. As soon as she finished her speech, all the men started clapping.

Rope Of Love By: Deaundra
It seemed like through everything we came out on top. But when this test came ova our love began to fade away and eventually it stopped. Even though we've officially broke it off and called it quits Our love will continue on through all of it. We've went our seperate ways but i'll neva forget how u brighten up my darkest days. You see people ask if u did all this for me, why are we not together.... But i say we came in each others life all wrong but left makin each other betta. You taught me all about the L the O the V and the E L was for all the love we made complete O is for how we opened each others heart and became each others heart beat. V is for the vows we neva broke E is for the endless knot of love that tied our love to a rope So no matter how far we are apart This rope can always pull us back into each others heart

The Rope
-author unknown- A story is told about a mountain climber who liked to climb tall mountains for fun and to impress his friends. After years of preparation and training he felt he could handle any mountain terrain in the world, regardless of the degree of difficulty. During a climbing trip, with five other men, he decided he would make the final climb to the summit, solo, so he could get there first and claim the glory, while the others slept. After the rest of the climbing party turned-in for the night, he put on his climbing gear and headed toward the summit. As he started his climb, he was very glad there was a full moon to help him see where he was going. Although it was foolish to climb at night, alone, he did use a rope and put in good piton protection as he climbed. With the benefit of the full moon, he made rapid progress up the mountain, in spite of the fact he was climbing at night. His confidence soared as he neared the summit, but unfortunately, thick clouds were st

A Rope & Two Knots!
One day a young cowboy and cowgirl decided to get married. He was a man of the world. She was an innocent bride with no experience. After the wedding they left for their honeymoon. While driving down the road, the new bride sees two cows having sex. The new bride asks, "What are them cows up to honey?" The husband, a bit flustered, answers, "Why can't you see? Them cows, they're roping!" She replies, "Oh, I see!" After a few more hours of driving they pass two horses having sex. Again the bride asks, "What are them horses doing honey?" The husband answers again, "Them horses, they're roping!" She replies, "Oh, I see!" Finally they arrive at their hotel. The couple washed up and started to get ready for bed. When they got in the bed, they start to explore each other's bodies. Things are going along fine until the bride discovers her husband's *****. "Oh my!" she cries, "What is that?" "Well, darlin'" he chuckles proudly, "That's ma'rope!" She sl

Ropes And Nails
I crossed another line out of my comfort zone last weekend. I signed up to be rope bound at a club. So the fact that I was in public was the first turn on. The second was the man roping me and the third was 2 specific men watching. The man roping me was just learning from a master, so it took longer than expected, but I was thoroughly enjoying the anticipation. By the time he finished the process, I was nearly hyperventilating and weakened by an uncontrollable exiliration. I was led around by my binder, which made me more playful and "awake", but when he was untying me, I started feeling weak and faint again. He was behind me and one of the other men was in front playing with me. He had to hold me up and help me to my car...well, ok, his car. The night continues into morning, but my story doesn't....at least not for now. Let's just say that as much as long fingernails on men have been a turn off for me, there are definite advantages.

Ropeing A Deer
I had this idea that I was going to rope a deer, put it in a stall, feed it up on corn for a couple of weeks, then kill it and eat it. The first step in this adventure was getting a deer. I figured that since they congregated at my cattle feeder and do not seem to have much fear of me when we are there, (a bold one will sometimes come right up and sniff at the bags of feed, while I am in the back of the truck not 4 feet away) that it should not be difficult to rope one, get up to it and toss a bag over its head (to calm it down) then hog tie it and transport it home. I filled the cattle feeder then hid down at the end with my rope. The cattle, which had seen the roping thing before, stayed well back. They were not having any of it. After about 20 minutes my deer showed up, 3 of them. I picked out a likely looking one, stepped out, from the end of the feeder, and threw my rope. The deer just stood there and stared at me. I wrapped the rope around my waist

A Rope
A relationship is like a rope. You on one end, you're significant other on the other end. The goal is to work together to keep the rope tight. Now, there is nothing wrong for one of you to work a little extra now and then to keep the rope tight. That shows committment. But it isn't fair for one of you to be holding both ends of the rope while the other doesn't do a thing. If that is what is going on, get out. You are being taken advantage of and deserve someone who is willing to do their fair share. If you are the one letting the other person hold both ends of the rope, shame on you. This person loves you enough to do the work of both of you to keep the relationship in tact and you just sit there and let them. At least have the common decency to end the relationship. Just my .02 worth.

Rope N Ridin Rodeo
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Rope N Ridin Rodeo
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Rope For My Collection
Well today I have purchased more rope for my collection and hope that it will come to some use. Need to prepared it for some shibari that will be doing in future. I spoken to some lovely submissive women in their journey to find the special one. That is a wish I hope they can succeed in as many try and are only played on their emotions. Be safe

Rope Boondock Saints
Connor: [picking out weapons and gear] Do you know what we need, man? Some rope.Murphy: Absolutely. What are you, insane?Connor: No, I ain't. Charles Bronson's always got rope.Murphy: What?Connor: Yeah. He's got a lot of rope strapped around him in the movies, and they always end up using it.Murphy: You've lost it, haven't you?Connor: No, I'm serious.Murphy: Me too. That's stupid. Name one thing you gonna need a rope for.Connor: You don't fucking know what you're gonna need it for. They just always need it.Murphy: What's this "they" shit? This isn't a movie.Connor: Oh, right. [picks up large knife out of Murphy's bag] Is that right, Rambo?Murphy: All right. Get your stupid fucking rope.Connor: I'll get my stupid rope. I'll get it. This is a rope right here.

Ropin & Ridin
Ridin the range all day makes a cowboy’s life so tough What you need is some cowgirl love Baby, I know you like it a little rough I know how to rope you until your struggle stops I know how to please you Until your resistance drops I’ll round you up, Darlin and lock you in my corral Don’t try to run away from this hot, hard riding gal We’ll fit together just right Be my saddle, Baby Get some cowgirl love tonight Just a few lashes with this riding crop I’ll have you beggin for mercy and hopin I won’t stop all the lasso tricks in this torrid rodeo show It’ll be a “Hard” night Baby We’ll ride until you can’t go

Roping A Deer
I think that this is one of the funniest things I have ever read! Talk about a bad Idea.......! I had this idea that I was going to rope a deer, put it in a stall, feed it up on corn for a couple of weeks, then kill it and eat it. The first step in this adventure was getting a deer. I figured that since they congregated at my cattle feeder and do not seem to have much fear of me when we are there (a bold one will sometimes come right up and sniff at the bags of feed while I am in the back of the truck not 4 feet away) that it should not be difficult to rope one, get up to it and toss a bag over its head (to calm it down) then hog tie it and transport it home. I filled the cattle feeder then hid down at the end with my rope. The cattle, who had seen the roping thing before, stayed well back. They were not having any of it. After about 20 minutes my deer showed up - 3 of them. I picked out a likely looking one, stepped out fro

Roping A Deer
I had this idea that I was going to rope a deer, put it in a stall, Feed it up on corn for a couple of weeks, then kill it and eat it. The first step in this adventure was getting a deer. I figured that since they congregated at my cattle feeder and do not seem to have much fear of me when we are there (a bold one will sometimes come right up and sniff at the bags of feed while I am in the back of the truck not 4 feet away) that it should not be difficult to rope one, get up to it and toss a bag over its head (to calm it down) then hog tie it and transport it home. I filled the cattle feeder then hid down at the end with my rope. The cattle, who had seen the roping thing before, stayed well back. They were not having any of it. After about 20 minutes my deer showed up - 3 of them. I picked out a likely looking one, stepped out from the end of the feeder, and threw my rope. The deer just stood there and stared at me. I wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I would

Roping A Deer
Roping A Deer (Names have been removed to protect the stupid!) Actual Letter from someone who writes, and farms. ________________________________________________________ I had this idea that I was going to rope a deer, put it in a stall, feed it up on corn for a couple of weeks, then kill it and eat it. The first step in this adventure was getting a deer. I figured that, since they congregate at my cattle feeder and do not seem to have much fear of me when we are there (a bold one will sometimes come right up and sniff at the bags of feed while I am in the back of the truck not 4 feet away), it should not be difficult to rope one, get up to it and toss a bag over its head (to calm it down) then hog tie it and transport it home I filled the cattle feeder then hid down at the end with my rope. The cattle, having seen the roping thing before, stayed well back. They were not having any of it. After about 20 minutes, my deer showed up -- 3

Roping A Deer
Actual letter from someone who farms, writes well and tried this! I had this idea that I was going to rope a deer, put it in a stall, feed it up on corn for a couple of weeks, then kill it and eat it. The first step in this adventure was getting a deer. I figured that, since they congregate at my cattle feeder and do not seem to have much fear of me when we are there (a bold one will sometimes come right up and sniff at the bags of feed while I am in the back of the truck not 4 feet away), it should not be difficult to rope one, get up to it and toss a bag over its head (to calm it down) then hog tie it and transport it home. I filled the cattle feeder then hid down at the end with my rope. The cattle, having seen the roping thing before, stayed well back. They were not having any of it. After about 20 minutes, my deer showed up -- 3 of them. I picked out....a likely looking one, stepped out from the end of the feeder, and threw my rope. The deer just stood there and

Ror The Women
MENSTRUAL CYCLE-PLEASE READ! PASS THIS ON EVEN IF YOU DO NOT USE IT Recently this past week, my cousin Nicole Dishuk (age 31...newly grad student with a doctoral degree about to start her new career as a Doctor...) was flown into a nearby hospital, because she passed out. They found a blot clot in her neck, and immediately took her by helicopter to the ER to operate. by the time they removed the right half of her skull to relieve the pressure on her brain, the clot had spread to her brain causing severe damage. Since last Wednesday night, she was battling.. they induced her into a coma to stop the blood flow, They operated 3 times.. Finally, they said there was nothing left that they could do. They found multiple clots in the left side of her brain. The swelling wouldn't stop, and she was on life support.. She died at 4:30 yesterday. She leaves behind a husband, and a 2yr old Brandon and a 4yr old Justin. The CAUSE of DEATH - they found was a bir

Rosario Rubs Up On It
It got hot and heavy on the dance floor for "Sin City" resident Rosario Dawson and Italian actress/director Asia Argento last week. Mamma Mia! The two hotties were caught bumpin' and grindin' on the dance floor at Diesel's Live Show party in Florence. Viva Italia!

Rosanne Barr Calls Me A Traitor
I grew up enjoying Rosanne's stand up AND her TV show. I also find her charity work also noble.. HOWEVER... Her recent comments on our President and Vice President, and those who support them are extremely disturbing. She believes that Bush & Cheney are traitors and should be impeached. And Their supporters should be considered traitors as well. Now look... I understand that there are people in this country who are for peace. I am one of them. However, I also know that you can not achieve peace by ignoring world events. And in times like these, when our leaders are actually working to protect us and have been preventing attacks on our soil, I find it dissapointing that some who have a gaggle of fans like Rosanne Barr, would rather incite anger and divide instead of support for protecting our way of life. If ANYONE should be considered a traitor, it should be her. You can read her entire quote here.

Rosaries
from a friend In case you are wondering "What the bloody F*** is Abby up to?!?!" Well, here you go: Many years ago I dated a Catholic raised fellow. He had a rosary hanging from his rear view mirror, but he was pagan. So I asked him if I could take his kabob down and put a pentacle in its place. He was shocked, and disgusted by the idea. I couldn't understand why he would be though, as the intent behind the Rosary isn't a worship, but a mantra...and Christians aren't the only ones with prayer beads... ------------ --------- --------- --------- ------ From ppgs.10-11 of “Circle of Mysteries –The Woman’s Rosary Book” by Christin Lore Weber “Maybe stringing beads, experiencing them slip through our fingers and turning the experience into prayer is a natural thing, more basic to us than the distinctions our various religions traditions create. While I string the Jerusalem beads for my sister I sort though the images I associate with rosaries now, in th

Rosco's Info
we will be at roscos on nov. 2nd 3rd 4th. with a full mobile shop...come and see us injo the food and fun and bikes.... *free camping* music by -"the chili challenge band" & friends free bike games-featuring:$-pro-$ "weinnie bite"-"horseshoe championships" frthest ride trophy (awarded to furthest rider registered & present when called) $-arm wrestling championships-$ by lakeland all american gym $$-wet "t" contest-$$ admission-$40.00weekend saterday-$30.00 gate opens @ 8:00a.m. friday for cage & camper parking call: 863-858-2528*858-9728* 858-5590*815-7191 acroos from shady oaks drive...off knights griffin rd....near kathleen rd.....by 98N lakeland

The Rose
When walking through the garden one day I meandered past the tree of life when I became enamored by the most devine dark rose that nature ever fashioned. So astounding was this Rose that I was robbed of speech and breath. I fell onto my knees and stareduntil my eyes did hurt. The poor dark rose had suffered lack of proper care, resulting in an inert outer shell. I took great care removing petals scarred from winter's callous touch. I was amazed to see inside the tantalizing pink, dew covered flower open fore my eyes. A sight so wondrous cannot pass without adverse effects for those perhaps unlucky, perhaps most opportune of all. I knelt, bereft of voice, deviod of breath, and blind; the Rose, its beauty now replenished, took great pity on this wretched soul of mine. Perhaps it was the wind, perhaps it was celestial intervention, maybe Earth itself began to shake; you may believe whatever you decide but as I felt the Rose incline in my direction I knew then as I know now no forces were

Rose People Life
We are all like a Rose. Sometimes we think we should just bloom right away. There is a few things we just seem to forget. That as a Rose bud we need sun,water &lots of love. We just want to by pass everything.As humans we need alot but, we settle for very little in your live's. We need Hope.Love,Truth,Respect,TLC & much from other's. The one person we need to please is yourself within. We expect more from others.To yourself we give not much. We all have standards but we don't practice them. We are a ROSE bud just not ready to bloom yet

The Rose
There is a rose, I dream about, I long for it to be mine. Unfortunatly I cannot touch, this long-stem beauty, For another is holding it by. Oh, how I covet, to touch this rose, To have to hold forever, But I cannot, for nature's way, Has taken it to the other. I could spend all day, staring at it, Mezmorized by it's beauty. Such a caring thing, this gentle rose is, It takes it as it's duty. I've seen this rose, show it's affection, To others quite near to me, Just once I pray, this rose will show, It's true affecton... to me.

Roses Are Red
Roses are red violets are korny, when I think of you I get fucking horny, Eat me, Beat me, Bite me, Lick me, Suck me, Fuck me, Very Slowly, if you kiss me, don't be sassy, Use your tongue and make it nasty!!!

Roses And Such
The Roses aren't red for her anymore They are dead and squashed on the garden floor Someone decided a long time ago, that these beautiful flowers had to go. The goddess she cries when she thinks of the loss of her children, the roses now covered with moss And though vengence is not a part of her scheme This is different, this was murder, loudly she screams. And all of the seasons hearing her call Send opposite weather to the world over all Where is rains, it now shines, arid and dry Where it shines it now thunders, rain filled skie And the goddess she has the biggest surprise Boots to big to see with both eyes And downward she stomps, having a fit Says " I feel better," and thing settled a bit. So humans be careful just what you decide to pull, kill, or weed out, you might cause a tide If the goddess wants roses,or any old flower We better listen, cause her boots, they got power. © Copyright 2005 Amawitch-granny witch

The Rose
The Rose I reached out to touch a rose today, Growing so beautifully, so passionate As my hand grasped the stem I pulled suddenly away with pain I had closed my hand not thinking On the thorns that grew from the stems. As I looked at the drop of blood on my finger The pain still fresh in my mind I couldn't help desire to Reach back and pick the rose Knowing what happened once could happen again. It was at that moment Deep in my heart and soul It made sense to me I now understood why God created the Rose And why it was a symbol of Love So powerful was my discovery that I felt it burn in my heart. When you look at the Rose what do you see? You see a flower so powerfully beautiful The color so deep red as that of the blood from my finger The petals as soft as flesh itself So wanting to be held and kissed And let's not forget the scent So intoxicating one can ever get enough Yes the Rose is beautiful. But least we forget... the thorns They are all around the Rose Along with it's

A Rose I Read
A Rose I Read by Anonymous_Xo Roses are read To show what is true. From each petal revealed, My heart is led To see different aspects Of you. This one, bare And soft to touch, Like you. I've longed To hold as such, with Tender, everlasting Care. Like a cheek, one turns, So very slight, Revealing to me Your gentle smile, Which adds to my day A glorious sensation: Delight. Yet, still another, fresh And as new As your presence In what was once A lifeless day so blue, Then suddenly became A time I bless, Through floral eternity, From a rose I read

A Rose That Stood Alone
a solitary rose grew in the darkest corner of the sorrounded by many others, yet remained alone time passed and trials came and went one dealt a severe blow and the rose began to wilt and wither FORGOTTEN.... then...as if by a miracle... there came a soft and gentle breeze followed by a ray of light as all the other roses fell into darkness the solitary rose began to shine shining with a special light... and watered by a gentle cascade... a cascade of love a cascade of selfless afflection "I do...not now but FOREVER..." said the rose to the sunlight and there they remain a rose full in bloom with her sunshine smiling down on her... You are my sunshine, my life, my very soul and I your rose blooming in the light of you love

Roses
Roses by Harrison Elliot In a field of yellow flowers, underneath the sun. Bluest eyes that spark like lightning... Boy with shoes undone. He is young and full of hope, reveling in tiny dreams. Filling up his arms with flowers, fit for giving any queen. Running to her, beaming bright... While cradling his prize. A flickering of yellow light, within his lover's eyes. She holds them to her heart, keeping them where they'll be safe. Clasped within her very marrow... Crimson roses in a vase.

Rose
There will always be another Rose... One that is prettier, one that is more vibrant, full of fresh colors But due in time, that Rose will too....start to crumble Petals all fall off, one by one But always know and remember.... There is no other Rose like yours.

The Rose
A splendid rose stood all alone, Surrounded by a wall of stone. Around the wall were roses too, Yet neither knew the others grew. So often we like flowers dwell, Too deep within our human shell And pass through life “not understood” - Nor making all the friends we should. So tear down those walls where we all hide, And in each other we should confide. For we are the same, yes you and me, We are people, not flowers - for eternity.

A Rose Pressed In Time
A Rose is a precious flower. A symbol of that precious hour. A flower that stands for love. A love that that no matter what two people use to rise above. Pressed a held in the pages of time, Of memories that seem to be left behind. But when the troubles of the world come crashing down, you can open that page and drown out the sounds. You hold that Rose close to your heart, So close that the memories begin to start. And when the memories take all your troubles away, You can press that Rose back into it's page. And hold it there pressed in time for another day. love u jeff

The Rose....
I got this kewl rose from an awesome person...bc i was alone...I love it..=== 'bidwecc' spewed forth the following at '2006-10-14 01:58:12'.. > > "tell me about it"Click here to return the favor!Click here to see this gift on your profile.

Rose
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Rose The Ruler
I opened my e mail box yesterday and got quite a shock, I had recieved a message from Rose the Ruler after nearly three months. She's been away, and now she's back, my friend is back and I am sooo happy :D She was the subject of several of my poems, Love at First Sight and many others. We are only friends now, but what a great thing that is to have her around again, I had missed her so much :)

Roses And Hanging Baskets
ROSES AND HANGING BASKETS A teenage granddaughter comes downstairs for her date wearing a see-through blouse and no bra. Her grandmother just pitches a fit, telling her not to dare go out like that! The teenager tells her, "Loosen up Grams. These are modern times. You gotta let your rose buds show!" and out she goes. The next day the teenager comes down stairs, and the grandmother is sitting there with no top on. The teenager wants to die. She explains that she has friends coming over and that it is just not appropriate... The grandmother says, "Loosen up, Sweetie, if you can show off your rose buds, Then I can display my hanging baskets." Happy Gardening....

A Rose For My Friend
A Rose For My Friend Thank you for sending me little things To make me think, laugh or smile. For when I am down, it picks me up If only for a while. That is why friends are so dear, Just because they care for you. And you know they're there with a listening ear Or to take away the blues. And I give thanks for all the friends The good Lord sends my way For He knows we all need some cheer Each and every day. So to all my wonderful friends, I send my love to you Because I know that you're my friend Forever, through and true. So take this rose, my special friend, And hold it close to your heart And always remember me, your friend, And we'll never be apart.

Rose Aylmer
Rose Aylmer by Walter Savage Landor (1775 - 1864) Ah, what avails the sceptred race; Ah, what the form divine. What every virtue, every grace, Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep, but never see; A night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee.

Roses Are Red....
Roses are red violets are korny, when I think of you Ohh baby I get horny, Eat me, Beat me, Bite me, Blow me, Suck me, Fuck me, Very Slowly, if you kiss me, don't be sassy, Use your tongue and make it nasty!!!

The Rose (written 21yrs Ago By Me)
The Rose I reached out to touch a rose today, Growing so beautifully, so passionate As my hand grasped the stem I pulled suddenly away with pain I had closed my hand not thinking On the thorns that grew from the stems. As I looked at the drop of blood on my finger The pain still fresh in my mind I couldn't help desire to Reach back and pick the rose Knowing what happened once could happen again. It was at that moment Deep in my heart and soul It made sense to me I now understood why God created the Rose And why it was a symbol of Love So powerful was my discovery that I felt it burn in my heart. When you look at the Rose what do you see? You see a flower so powerfully beautiful The color so deep red as that of the blood from my finger The petals as soft as flesh itself So wanting to be held and kissed And let's not forget the scent So intoxicating one can ever get enough Yes the Rose is beautiful. But least we forget... the thorns They are all around the Rose Along with it's

A Rose
A lovely rose with petals soft A scent so sweet and light So beautiful a flower With colors shining bright. But something not so savory About the fragrant rose - The thorns, so sharp upon the stem, That sharpen as it grows. Yet still lovely is the flower Despite the thorns that prick Just as life and love are sweet They too have thorns that stick. But do not fear to live or love, Life's not exempt from pain - So pick a rose, you may get hurt, But you will also gain!

Rose Colored Glasses . . .
I get very annoyed with people who have such a "rosy" view of the world. These people bug me for one main reason: EVERYTHING in this world is wonderful and good and nothing bad should ever happen to anyone. To thos people I say: You are NAIVE. It is unhealthy, and very unsafe, to wander around with rose-colored glasses on. it gives you blinders to the world, and makes you think everything is okay. There's a difference between being optimistic and BLIND. Hypothetical Situation: You have three children - two boys, aged 6; one girl, aged 4. Some random stranger, for no reason, just decides to abduct, rape, and murder your 4 year old baby girl. They catch him, finally. Would you want to see this man punished? I spoke with someone who claimed that No, she would with hold judgment because she believes in Karma and a higher power. What kind of answer is that? It's a cop-out, is what it is. If you can seriously tell me, without batting an eye, that you would NOT wan

The 3 Roses
the gift i give to you is the gift i give to no other the joy you bring to me is the joy no other has filled me with.... the Love i give to you brightens my day the love you give to me brightens my life.... the single rose i give to you holds the single desire of my life to be yours.... the single rose you receive is a hope that you share my desire.... the second rose i give to you holds the second desire of my heart.... to be your best friend, held by you, comforted by you and to walk beside you.... the second rose you receive is a hope that you will always walk beside me, comfort me and be my best friend.... the third rose i hold out to you is the gift of my complete submission to you, my power turned over to you.... the third rose you accept from me is your acceptance of my gift the gift i give freely without reservation my life held by you and only for you!!

Rose Plus Two
Rose Plus Two by shapeshifter37 © Authors Notes and Disclaimer: All works are drawn from my own experience or imagination and are the sole intellectual property of the author. Names have been changed to protect the parties involved. Reuse of these stories is limited to reposting; any edits or changes are not authorized. Read this story at your own risk. The subject material is of an adult nature and is not appropriate for minors. Do not download this story in violation of any applicable laws in your locality. If you are under the age of 21, you are not authorized to view this material. This story depicts unsafe behaviors and is only a fantasy. ********** Rose and Sue were talking outside of the locker room when Rose saw him. He was just coming through the door, his dark hair still wet from a shower, and she found herself unable to take her eyes away from him. He was both tall, around 6'4", and very muscular, and it was obvious that he was with the university baseball tea

Rose's Two Helpers
Rose's Two Helpers by Mr_Neb © There would have been no way that Rose could have gotten all that furniture up to her second floor apartment by herself. She was really in a jam. The delivery men from the furniture store weren't satisfied with her copy of the invoice. It clearly indicated that her apartment number was 202 and that certainly meant that she lived on the second floor. But the men insisted that there was an extra charge for delivery to anything above the first floor so unless she could prove that she had paid the extra amount, they would not carry the stuff inside the building. It was very fortunate that Frank and Roger passed by when they did. They were just returning from playing basketball and graciously volunteered to continue their workout by coming to Rose's rescue. For two hours the well conditioned young men patiently and good-naturedly brought up each item and placed it exactly where she wanted it. Sometimes they had to move things around several times. They

The Roses Of Love
The red rose whispers of passion, And the white rose breathes of love; O the red rose is a falcon, And the white rose is a dove. But I send you a cream-white rosebud With a flush on its petal tips; For the love that is purest and sweetest Has a kiss of desire on the lips

The Rose...
a prick from the thorn draws blood ... bringing the finger to my mouth... i lick the crimson flow... the taste of rust on my tongue... touching the silky surface of the leaf... i remember the softness of your skin... as you lay there while i watch you sleeping... smiling like it's a secret you've been keeping... the velvety petals feel like your hair... as they brush against my face while you turn... with a smile that takes my breath away... as i lost myself in your embrace... burying my face in its fragrance...

A Rose By Any Other Name...would Still Stink.
If love is unspoken, Why can't we shut the hell up? If I'm suposed to follow my heart, Why do my feet run me the other way? If love is unbreakable, Why is our relationship shattered? If what we did was making-love, Why was there none when we stopped? How can I quit crying When the only one who can make me stop, Is the one who made me start? I can't sleep. I can't eat. Sometimes I can't even breathe. All I can do is write. My note book is full. My pens out of ink. I've run out of words. I just can't think. I have to give up. It's unfair to try. To rekindle flames. I watched dance in your eyes. The songs almost over. The stars no longer shine. The nights become empty. And I can't sing the last line....

The Roses Of Our Love
I came to you like a rose still in bud Each petal tightly closed in fear and shame Sometimes unable to open in the warmth Of your warm sunlight and gentle rain. I longed to bloom and share each tender petal But often wilted under the heat and light Of your bright smile and gentle urging And ran from promises whispered in the night. When I was unsure and closed up tightly You blossomed freely for me to see Another layer of who you are And shared your strength freely with me. One by one each petal opened As I was sheltered by your love and care And each morning kissed away the dews of passion Left shimmering from the nights we'd shared. Now our world is filled with our sweet fragrance As we bloom anew with love each day And eagerly unfurl new petals To show with these roses what words cannot say. I love you and offer you all the roses of my life and willingly accept a thorn or two with each one.

The Rose
The Rose (Die Rose) (Pushkin) (Translation into English based on that by Harold Drinker) Where is our rose, my friend? The rose, the child of dawn, has faded away and gone. O do not say: "Thus youth is passing," O do not say! "No joy is lasting." Say then to the flower: Pardon, for you will suffice me- And then let's turn there, where the lilies bloom. (Set to music by Nicolai Medtner (1880-1951) (And if anyone speaks Russian and has the original of the poem and it makes more sense or at least is less cynical in the original's ending than the sad opening and the wonderful and hopeful middle... I'd appreciate knowing. This is an attempt at a fairly direct translation from Medtner's German, in places.- E)

Roses Are Dead/ I Played You Too
I DIDNT WROTE THAT ONE I FOUND IT ONLINE BUT I LIKE IT ALOT HAHAH WELL THIS IS SOME YALL KNOW HOW IT WORKS BUT TO BE HONEST THATS NOT MY THING CAUSE IT IS JUST A STUPID GAME AND GOES AROUND AND AROUND SO PEEPS DONT PLAY THE GAME IF YA DONT KNOW HOW BAD THE ECHO WILL HURT YALL JUST KEEP IT REAL AND U WONT GET HURT ........ THINK ABOUT MY WORDS .........SMILE Roses are dead/ I played you too Roses are dead Violets are too I`m still in love But not with you You thought you hurt me And made me cry But I was in love With another guy Simply because you have No class All you can do Is kiss my ass You sit around And talk your shit So fuck you and your Little ass dick You thought you left me But I left you What my man is doing You can`t do You tell your homies You played me like a bitch And I tell my girls You have a little dick You said you loved me But it wasnt true Well guess what Motha Fucka I played you too

Roses
Roses are red Violet are blue Sugar is Sweet and So are you BUT......... The roses are wilted and the violets are dead The sugar bowl is empty and so is your head Okay so I am sitting at school in the ILC building waiting for class to start! I am bored!!!! Can you tell???? Entertain ME!!!!!!!!! >giggle< Stacy

Roses
roses ARE red, nuts ARE brown, skirts ARE up, pants ARE down, body 2 body, skin 2 skin, motor's runnin,lets begin. send to 10 people and see if u get it back that means someone wants to GET NAUGHTY WITH YOU. if i don't get this back i guess ur not my friend. if u have a lot of luv 4 someone.....copy and send to ur whole friend list and in 5 mins ur true love will call or im you. da naughty train - if u get it ur cute...u get it twice ur a hottie...u get it 3 times ur sexy...4 times ur REAL HOTTIE.........xoxoxoxox

Roses!!!
Roses are red, violets are blue, you are so sexy and special too. So with theses words that I say to you, I just wanted to show my gratitude. As I'm about to lay it down, please don't let theses words hit the ground. When I look at you and see your smile, it turns my frown upside down. When I hear your laughs all around, it makes me wanna bow to the ground. When I here your voice in my mind, it makes me think of you all the time. As I can go on and on, so you might as well believe that I'm sprung, so sprung that I will be there when you need me, oh baby please believe me, for these words that I say to you are very, very true, so I ask you now will you please be my boo, if you say no what am I'm suppose to do? Because baby you know I can't find nobody else like you. So please say yes so I can say that my dream has finally came true.....

Roses
Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say, I love you even more this year, than last year on this day. My love for you will always grow, with every passing year." She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear. She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day. Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away. He always liked to do things early, way before the time. Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine. She trimmed the stems and placed them in a very special vase. Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face. She would sit for hours, In her husband's favorite chair. While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there. A year went by, and it was to live without her mate. With loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate. Then, the very hour, The doorbell rang, and there were roses sitting by her door. She brought the roses in, and then just looked at th

A Rose That Once Stood Alone
A solitary rose grew in the darkest corner of the garden Surrounded by many others Yet remained alone Time passed and trials came and went One dealt a severe blow And the rose began to wilt and wither Forgotten... Then... as if by a miracle... There came a soft and gentle breeze Followed by a ray of light As all the other roses fell into darkness The solitary rose began to shine Shining with a special light... And watered by a gentle cascade... A cascade of love A cascade of selfless affection "I do... not now but forever..." Said the rose to the sunlight And there they remain A rose in full bloom With her sunshine smiling down on her... You are my sunshine, my life, my very soul And I your rose blooming in the light of your love.

Rose Gardens
Perhaps, long ago, before your mortal mind can remember, you stood wondering at the stars when your time would finally come. You'd heard of the joys and tender moments such as the rush as you reel in the first big catch, a bite of pumpkin pie upon your tongue, or his first look your way, and, the precious first touch of an infant child. Finally, that special day did come as you were born to this earth to a mother who loved you dearly. You discovered those joys and tender moments, those you had dreamt about before. Yet, mingled in those moments were times of struggle, grief, and despair. Tears of joy, tears of sorrow, tears of angels falling upon the roses. You learned that the flowers could not grow without the rain, that a young girl can not become a beautiful woman without the tears of joy, and sorrow. Perhaps, long ago, before my mortal mind can remember, I stood wondering at the stars when my time would come. I'd heard of the joys and the tender moments suc

Roses
2006-11-21 05:24:23 roses ARE red, nuts ARE brown, skirts ARE up, pants ARE down, body 2 body, skin 2 skin, motor's runnin,lets begin. send to 10 people and see if u get it back that means someone wants to GET NAUGHTY WITH YOU. if i don't get this back i guess ur not my friend. if u have a lot of luv 4 someone.....copy and send to ur whole friend list and in 5 mins ur true love will call or im you. da naughty train - if u get it ur cute...u get it twice ur a hottie...u get it 3 times ur sexy...4 times ur REAL HOTTIE.........xoxoxoxox

The Rose
The Rose In Loving Memory of my Sister, Lizzy The love of this rose is more than I can bare She lived a long life of only nineteen years old With her beauty and her kindness of her soul The brightness of her soul shined through Her smile and her ocean blue eyes The love of this rose is more than I can bare The kindness of her soul she took everywhere She shared her kindness with everyone even To people that really didn't know this rose That is what made this rose very special This love of this rose is more than I can bare She had the heart of gold and silver that poured Endlessly out of her soul like a river flowing free Even though this very special rose has died Her soul and life will live on forever and ever.....

Roses
I lay you upon your bed of roses Soft the petals sweet the scent And thorns which tear the flesh The red of roses The red of blood Deep is the color of their joining Exquisite are the textures The sharp softness Awaken long forgotten dreams You cry out not Just a soft sigh A murmur from deep within Lost in a world of visions Seen by you alone The color of roses

The Rose
The red rose screams of passion, the white rose whispers love. Oh the red rose is a falcon, and the white rose is a dove. So i send you a cream white rose bud, with a flush on its pettle tips. For even the love that is purest and sweetest, has a kiss of desire on its lips

Roses Are Red
Roses are red Violets are blue Words can't express How I feel about you My hair is brown My blood is red My heart is as fragile As a small baby's head The sun is yellow The grass is green Not once to me Have you ever been mean Some cars are big Some cars are small I'd rather be friends Than nothing at all

A Rose
A Rose For You" -- I would give a rose to you, one kissed by sun and morning dew, to show you what you mean to me and how your love has set me free. I would give a rose of red to show you how my heart has bled with ruby drops of pain and then, with drops of love I found again. A yellow rose I'd give to you to show you how my dreams came true, dreams worth more than all the gold that treasure chests could ever hold. A rose of white, like pale moonlight, the way your love lights up the night then paints the day with purest bliss, I'd give to you and then, a kiss. The rose of pink I'd save 'til last. It's fragrance wipes away the past and writes anew upon the slate. Your love for me was meant by fate. Yes, I would give a rose to you to show you that my love is true. To show you that my love will stay, I'd give to you the whole bouquet!

A Rose For Farewell
All works of Razorwolf are produced by Wolf himself using MadTracker 2.0 If you are ever faced with that moment where you are forced to say goodbye when you don't want to. If you could make that moment last forever, and never have to leave...

Roses
roses r red, nuts r brown, skirts r up, pants r down, body 2 body, skin 2 skin, when its stiff, stick it in. send to 10 ppl and see if u get it back that means someone wants to FucK YOU. if i don't get this back i guess ur not the one. if u have a lot of luv 4 someone.....copy and send to ur whole friend list and in 5 mins ur true love will call or im you. da sex train - if u get it ur cute...u get it twice ur a hottie...u get it 3 times ur sexy...4 times ur fuckable

Rose ~ Best Message In Some Time! Read And Learn! I Have Long Ago...
The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being She said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?" I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze. "Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked. She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, have a couple of children, and then retire and travel." "No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age." I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me. After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for

The Rose Will Grow
How can we trust love, and be sure it will last? We gave our hearts to others, many times in the past. We shed many tears, and built many fears. And now we're afraid to let our hearts go. Because of the pain we've come to know. But if we are to love again, we have to take the chance. And trust our hearts, our only guide, to find that true Romance. So if we hide the Rose from the light, we'll never see it grow. But if we plant it in the sun, we know the Rose will glow. So tear down the Iron Gate you built so high and open up the door. The love you find may be the kind, that you've been searching for. We know that deep within there is a special part. And we know for love to live, there has to be a spark. And when that spark, grows to a flame. The heart we gave is never the same. The days begin and end with songs. And to that newfound love your heart belongs. You walk on clouds of fluffy white. Knowing and trusting that your heart is right. Th

"rose Petal Memories"
a friend of mine requested some new writings from me...I've been busy lately but I feel I owe them the encore due to thier support and great comments...so ENJOY EVERYONE!! I wrote this for my wife when we had our first valentine's day together... "Rose Petal Memories" ----------------------- -A Rose petal walkway Down memory lane Filling up our hearts With treasures of yesterday ....a Kiss.... ..A smile... A look from the kindred eye Step by step Down this memory Lane Filling our hearts with Sensibility, And all the little things WE discover in between.. ---------------------------- i cut this into stanzes and put pictures of us that were significant under each pic and lined the hallway with rose petals...

The Rose
The Rose The Rose awaits… with patience Her silent beauty Anticipates his loving touch …As his lips linger Gently upon her pearly petals She sighs As flesh touches flesh A slow steady rush Her blushing bloom moistens With drops of delicate dew That glisten on satin softness With each captivating caress Of his tantalising tongue Her glistening bud pulses And her petals unfold ...She shudders He feels her hunger Her sweet honey nectar Her essence And with a ravenous thrust He enters... plunging... Penetrating… deeply Into her sultry sweetness Then with a rush of emotion Exquisite explosion Suspended in time For an endless moment Their souls merge Their senses soar As two becomes one Bathed in honey dew The Rose is now fulfilled She serenely rests her head Against his beating heart.

A Rose Makes A Garden More Lovely
LIKE ROSES IN A GARDEN KINDNESS FILLS THE AIR WITH A CERTAIN BIT OF SWEETNESS AS IT TOUCHES EVERYWHERE. FOR THE KINDNESS IS A CIRCLE THAT NEVER, EVER ENDS BUT JUST KEEPS EVER-WIDENING IN THE CIRCLE OF OUR FRIENDS. FOR HAPPINESS IS ONLY FOUND IN BRINGING IT TO OTHERS. AND THINKING OF THE FOLKS NEXT DOOR AS SISTERS AND BROTHERS, FOR THE MORE YOU GIVE, THE MORE YOU GET IS PROVEN EVERYDAY AND SO TO GET THE MOST FROM LIFE YOU MUST GIVE YOURSELF AWAY, AND IF THIS GREEDY WORLD TODAY WOULD START TO GIVE LIFE EVERYWHERE FOR EVERYONE WOULD BE MORE SWEET TO LOVE IF A ROSE SHOULD GROW IN HEAVEN, LORD PLEASE PICK A BUNCH FOR US, PLACE THEM IN MY FRIENDS ARMS AND TELL HIM THEY'RE FROM US. TELL HIM WE LOVE AND MISS HIM, LORD AND WHEN HE TURNS TO SMILE, PLACE A KISS UPON HIS CHEEK AND HOLD HIM FOR A WHILE. BECAUSE REMEMBERING HIM IS EASY WE DO IT EVERY MINUTE OF THE DAY BUT THERE ARE ACHES IN OUR HEARTS THAT WILL NEVER GO AWAY.

The Rose - A Poem By Cdn Geoff Whynot
The Rose - A Poem by CDN Geoff Whynot (first poem i wrote written August 2006) The Rose,... So beautiful,...So elegant with uniqueness the petals do grow not one petal like like another but together growing,... creating the most admirable signature of beauty In which the stem holds high with comfort and security proudly showing to the world it's divine beauty For every rose needs,... strength,... to be held high,... not to be let down The Stem,... every rose needs a stem,... a stem that never lets go a stem to hold on and to hold on to never dose the stem let go of the beauty that clings to it this poem is a metaphor for relationships the girlfriend being the actual rose and the boyfriend

The Rose (love Song)
Some say love it is a river that drowns the tender reed Some say love it is a razer that leaves your soul to blead Some say love it is a hunger an endless aching need I say love it is a flower and you it's only seed It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance It's the dream afraid of wakingthat never takes the chance It's the one who won't be taken who cannot seem to give and the soul afraid of dyingthat never learns to live When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long and you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong Just remember in the winterfar beneath the bitter snows lies the seed that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose

A Rose
A Rose A rose remains red and my heart is now blue 'cause i now know i could never have you you'll never be mine for me to hold 'cause you love some one else or so im told you make me laugh 'cause of the things you do guess i'll never know if you are true but that is a chance i take too and that's the reasonwhy i chose you but still i watch you from a far and wish upon every shooting star that maye one day you could be mine and become the love i seek to find

Rose
I'm like a rose blossoming its lovely petalsto your love you've given to me But yet I ponder, these petals I have bloomed, have begun to wilt with somber. One by one, the petals begin to deminish because your love that you have given to me, was, and always will be remembered. I move on to a new beginning where its free of somber and disaster. One by one, my love has regained conscienceness, and these beautiful petals begin yet again. Because of a new love I've found, I hope you understand. These petals that I grow bring joy and happiness, not only to myself, but to others who see me as a different person as you did. In the end it all comes together, I'm a happy person, I'm like a lovely rose waiting for a new beginning. ~Nina R. 2001

Roses And Masters
She struggled with her bag, her keys, and her sunglasses as she fumbled around trying to hit the 'down' button on the elevator. The cell phone in her pocket rang as the bell announced the elevators arrival, but she ignored it. Whoever it was that had decided to call her right as she was ending her shift deserved to wait for her voicemail to kick in. As she slumped against the elevator wall she exhaled deeply and closed her eyes. He'd be home when she got there. She'd had to work late and it bothered her. This was his week to work from home and she longed to be there with him instead of pulling her normal shifts at the hospital. She could almost smell his cologne and feel his arms pulling her close to him. How wonderful it would be to get home. The elevator stopped and the bell announced her floor of the parking garage. She slid into her car, started the engine and pulled her cell phone from her pocket. She smiled a little smile and felt a small pang of guilt for not answering w

Roses Are Red
Roses are red Violets are korny, When I think of you Ohh baby I get horny, Eat me, Beat me, Bite me, Blow me, Suck me, Fuck me, Very Slowly, If you kiss me, Don't be sassy, Use your tongue and make it nasty!!! Pass this on to at least 8 people and 1 back to me... If you get it back at least 5 times, you know your a SEXY beast!

A Rose For My Rose
In flight of day a lovely rose Did speak by subtle sway And stirred a heart so long lain dead No flower could ever stay. But embers did to fire aglow And whispered soft affection And bared a breast to open light In trust and insurrection. How to know the honest heart Would blush the lovely rose? A teardrop fell in shame and guilt, No blush did it propose. But only tender souls may touch In magic born of heart And dare to dream of times to come When they''re not far apart. For all we have in life is Love, To give, to share, enhance; Would you deny ourselves A hope? a prayer? a chance? And so my honest heart does ask In lines of rhyming prose If I might share my love with you, My sweet and lovely rose.

Roses- The Meaning Of Each Color
Roses- The Meaning of Each Color Roses come in a wide range of colors. Each different color has a different meaning.It sends a silent, yet extremely important message from the sender to receiver. Make sure you are sending the right message when you select roses for someone, else he or she will get the wrong message! Red = Love, beauty, courage and respect White = Purity and innocence, silence or secrecy, also reverence and humility Pink = Appreciation,"Thank you", grace, perfect happiness, and admiration Dark Pink = Appreciation, gratitude Light Pink = Admiration, sympathy Yellow = Joy, gladness, friendship, delight, the promise of a new beginning Orange = Desire, and enthusiasm Red and White = Given together, these signify unity. Red Rosebud = A symbol of purity and loveliness White Rosebud = Symbolic of girlhood Thornless Rose = Signifies "Love at first sight"

Roses/say Alot
I stand here with this rose in my hand, And I would like to give it to you. for you deserve a rose,... you are my friend. A rose maybe saying"I like you." A rose maybe to say you are more than liked. you are specail/desired A rose to say,Thank You or Your Welcome, A rose to say I love you, A rose to say I'm sorry please forgive me. Even though the rose& it's beauty may die, roses always bloom again, and the memory of having recieved a rose never dies. @---[---------

A Rose
A Rose! With so much beauty comes also much pain, One must weigh the cost of loss versus gain. Paralyzed in her presence as her beauty hypnotizes me, Yet her thorns dig deep in my soul where no pain should be. Weak, wounded and forever broken is this heart of mine, As her footprints leave scars that block all hope of sunshine. Yes the cost of great love does come with a price, Lately it seems as random as a roll of the dice. Is there such a love that is worth this agony I feel? Then answer eludes me in my present state of mind, In my heart all I know is this pain that is so real, Yet my soul still searches for an answer yet to find.

A Rose Witout You
With this rose, I not only give you merely a rose, but I give you my heart and soul. I send to you all the love I have to give, and anything else that would give me the chance to touch your heart. With this rose, I reveal all my thoughts and feelings about you that I have withheld for so long. I feel when I am with you... I am like a rose, not because of it?s beauty, but because I am able to bloom and grow with you. To me you are like a rose's sunshine, so full of energy and light, that never does it fail to lift my spirits. Just by the sound of your voice and that look in your eye. I could never tear my eyes from you, you are able to make my life worth living. But, without you, just like a rose, I would wither and die. Not all at once, but little by little, petal by petal. Slowly at first, because you have made me stronger and stronger each day you're with me. But eventually, without you, I will loose all those beautiful petals y

Rose....a Jitterbug Poet
Rose... Inspiration found in the speed of youth, speaking so fast Our old ears can't keep up. Run-on sentences that never slow down We laugh with your enthusiasm, yet Recognize the pain in your smiles. Roller coaster never slowing down Even on the way up Hang on for the ride down of youth As you carry us all along.

Roses For Rose
Roses for Rose Red roses were her favorites; her name was also Rose, And every year her husband sent them tied with pretty bows. The year he died the roses were delivered to her door, The card said "Be My Valentine" like all the years before. Each year he sent her roses and the note would always say, "I love you even more this year than last year on this day, My love for you will always grow with every passing year," She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear. She thought he ordered roses in advance before this day, Her loving husband did not know that he would pass away. He always liked to do things early way before the time, Then if he got too busy everything would work out fine. She trimmed the stems and placed them in a very special vase, Then sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face. She would sit for hours in her husband's favorite chair, While staring at his picture and the roses sitting there. A year went by and it was

Rose That Stood Alone
A solitary rose grew in the darkest corner of the garden Surrounded by many others Yet remained alone Time passed and trials came and went One dealt a severe blow And the rose began to wilt and wither Forgotten... Then... as if by a miracle... There came a soft and gentle breeze Followed by a ray of light As all the other roses fell into darkness The solitary rose began to shine Shining with a special light... And watered by a gentle cascade... A cascade of love A cascade of selfless affection "I do... not now but forever..." Said the rose to the sunlight And there they remain A rose in full bloom With her sunshine smiling down on her... You are my sunshine, my life, my very soul And I your rose blooming in the light of your love.

Roses-r-red
Roses r red, nuts r brown, skirts r up, pants r down, body 2 body, skin 2 skin, when its stiff, stick it in. send to 10 ppl and see if u get it back that means someone wants to FucK YOU. if i don't get this back i guess ur not the one. if u have a lot of luv 4 someone.....copy, and send to ur whole friend list and in 5 mins ur true love will call or im you. da sex train - if u get it ur cute...u get it twice ur a hottie...u get it 3 times ur sexy...4 times ur fuckable......???send this and see how many times u get

A Rose Is A Rose
God, grant me courage and hope for every day Faith to guide me along my way Understanding and wisdom, too And grace to accept what life gives me to do. It's easy to grow downhearted when nothing is going our way It's easy to be discouraged when we have a troublesome day But trouble is only a challenge to spur us on to achieve the best that God has to offer if we have the faith to believe Helen Steiner Rice

A Rose Of Cardinal
Mirror images and light Refractions of a minute Dated portrait inset Pains are merely hinted Fine line of a feather Brushed with artists hand Justifying moments Hourglass in sands Shadows in a mirror Etched in time's array Fevered image photo Seclusion in the grays This woman like a rose in time Rosy cheeks a glow Breathing in this moment Another breath she glows Aloof and charming angel Rose of Cardinal red Visions of a dreamer Love and tender fed Careful is this image Always looking back Intelligence of wisdom With mirror imaged tact.

Rose Color Meanings
Rose Color Meanings These tend to vary quite a bit, but some common meanings are listed below. Of course, your Valentine may also have a favorite color of rose, despite its meaning. And don't forget, your Valentine may even prefer to receive a different type of flower. Color of Rose Meaning Coral Desire Lavender Love at first sight, enchantment, uniqueness Orange Fascination; I am fascinated and enthusiastic Pink (Dark) Thankfulness Pink (Light) Grace; admiration; gentility; friendship Red I love you Red (Deep red) Unconscious beauty White I am worthy of you; spiritual love; purity White (Bridal white) Happy love Yellow Joy and gladness; friendship Combined Colors Red and White Roses Mixed Together Unity Yellow and Orange Roses Mixed Together Passionate Thoughts Yellow and Red Roses Mixed Together Congratulations

3 Roses (don't Kill The Messenger...i Just Post Them!!)
Subject: 3 Roses A very sexually active woman tells her plastic surgeon that she wants her vaginal lips reduced in size because they were loose & flapping. Out of embarrassment she insisted that the surgery be kept a secret & the surgeon agreed. Awakening from the anesthesia after the surgery she found 3 roses carefully placed beside her on the bed. Outraged, she immediately calls in the Dr. "I thought I asked you not to tell anyone about my operation!" The surgeon told her he had carried out her wish for confidentiality & that the 1st rose was from him: "I felt sad because you went through this all by yourself." "The 2nd rose is from my nurse. She assisted me in the surgery & empathized because she had the same procedure done some time ago." "And what about the 3rd rose?" she asked. "Oh, that rose is from a man upstairs in the burn unit. He wanted to thank you for his new ears."

The Rose That Grew From Your Grave
Vanish into the darkness, my heart is telling me to tear apart this, this love is falling into an abyss, and I cannot resist, banned from the heart of this, I am removing the fragments of your flesh from my lips, to remove the existence of a single kiss, a last kiss, tearing at instant desire, my heart it burns in a fire, bleeding for hours it sifts through my fingers, catching every thorn, from the rose that grew from your grave, I watched as you were falling with a razorblade between your fingers, the blood slipped from between my fingers and I cut up underneath my soul, tearing at instant desire, my heart it burns in a fire, bleeding for hours it sifts through my fingers, catching every thorn, from the rose that grew from your grave

A Rose
A Rose...It's beautiful, delicate, silky, smells wonderful, always colorful, sexy in so many ways, yet still has a thorn that can come out and bite you. A Rose, becareful how you touch it. Will you get bitten, caressed or nibbled...your choice....

Rose
The Rose 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 it's 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 dying That never learns to live. When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long. And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong. Just remember in the winter Far beneath the bitter snow Lies the seed that with the sun's love, in the spring, becomes the rose

The Rose... (i Was 21 And Heartbroken)
The Rose I reached out to touch a rose today, Growing so beautifully, so passionate As my hand grasped the stem I pulled suddenly away with pain I had closed my hand not thinking On the thorns that grew from the stems. As I looked at the drop of blood on my finger The pain still fresh in my mind I couldn't help desire to Reach back and pick the rose Knowing what happened once could happen again. It was at that moment Deep in my heart and soul It made sense to me I now understood why God created the Rose And why it was a symbol of Love So powerful was my discovery that I felt it burn in my heart. When you look at the Rose what do you see? You see a flower so powerfully beautiful The color so deep red as that of the blood from my finger The petals as soft as flesh itself So wanting to be held and kissed And let's not forget the scent So intoxicating one can ever get enough Yes the Rose is beautiful. But least we forget... the thorns They are all around the Rose Along with it's

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Roses Of.....
Ten Roses...of Blessing. I will know my true friends if you send it back. I'm Sending You Ten Roses Each rose carries a different Blessing for you! This Rose is for Friendship This Rose is for Love This Rose is for Money This Rose is for Happiness This Rose is for Popularity This Rose is for Knowledge This Rose is for Cuteness This Rose is for Family This Rose is for Honesty This Rose is for Long Life This is a friend test. Send this to as many friends as you possibly can and if you get it back, you truly will know who your friends are

The Rose
There was once a poor woman who had two children. The youngest had to go every day into the forest to fetch wood. Once when she had gone a long way to seek it, a little child, who was quite strong, came and helped her industriously to pick up the wood and carry it home, and then before a moment had passed the strange child disappeared. The child told her mother this, but at first she would not believe it. At length she brought a rose home, and told her mother that the beautiful child had given her this rose, and had told her that when it was in full bloom, he would return. The mother put the rose in water. One morning her child could not get out of bed. The mother went to the bed and found her dead, but she lay looking very happy. On the same morning, the rose was in full bloom.

Roses Are Red
Roses are red, Violets are corny, When I think of you Ohh baby I get horny, Eat me, Beat me, Bite me, Blow me, Suck me, Fuck me, Very slowly, if you kiss me, don't be sassy, Use your tongue and make it nasty!!

The Rose
I would rather have one little rose, From the garden of a friend, Than to have the choicest of flowers, When my stay on earth must end, I would rather have one pleasant word, In kindness said to me, Than flattery when my heart is still, And life has ceased to be, I would rather have a loving smile, From friends I know are true, Than tears shed round my casket, When this world Ive bid adieu, Bring me all your flowers today, Whether pink or white or red, Id rather have one blossom now Than a basketful when Im dead!

Roses And Their Meaning
Red Roses Red roses proclaim "I love you." They are the ultimate symbol of romantic love and enduring passion. Florists can't keep up with Valentines Day demand for red roses, which makes them especially expensive in February. Buy Red Roses Online. Pale Pink Roses Pale pink roses connote grace, gentleness, and gratitude. Light Pink Roses A joy to behold, light pink roses express fun and happiness. Deep Pink Roses Deep pink roses say "Thank you." Lilac Roses Lilac roses indicate the sender has fallen in love at first sight with the recipient and is enchanted. White Roses Pure white roses symbolize truth and innocence. They also send other messages: "I miss you" and "You're heavenly." Coral Roses Coral roses express one thing with their passionate color: Desire. Peach Roses Peach roses speak of appreciation, gratitude, and also sympathy. Orange Roses Orange roses communicate enthusiasm and desire on the part of the sender. Yellow Roses Yellow roses in

A Rose That Cry's
Raindrops flow deeper than tears to a rose Raindrops fall; Tears are shedded, over the years to a loved one. Raindrops Yet, we as women or men will take the roses from their bushes To dream over, to love over and romance with or to wear for scent Yet we still wish to shed tears over them When in the bushes, gradening we cry over them in love, sarrow, hope, joy, pain, and anger When we cut them from their home we still do the same Raindrops flow deeper than tears to a rose Raindrops falls; Tears are shed Loneliness is never a problem when one lives Yet, we still shed tears when we are around roses Even a smile is shown with joy and tears Tears of joy, laughter, and tears of suprise Ask a rose to drink of one of these tears No, I as a rose will take teh drop of rain water We ask why? The tears are salted with to much love and hate for me as a rose It makes me sad and ill: Tearsdrops are like drinks of wine to humans I can get drunk o

Rose
Rose Spring of the dawn morning light of the sun shining down like a stairway to heaven a rose has bloom essential to scent that air once gave life to its beauty tears from the sun painted its color and gave it life to blossom to something beautilful and elite each day reflection change a bit to better the worse into maturity a sign with a gift from the air supremacy that give off ofspring of its smell her desziny sweet ecstasty answered prayers of eternity a rose bless by wind that speak in silence peace bless her wings of charm that flap 180 degree in the deep blue sea of sacred faires that breathe clean worship of freshiness snowflakes that keep her warm weeds sworn protector of her golden pride garden of Eden generate her heart full of joy and pasion of poularity attracted from the world of tourism such as wing-lords of the skies, signs of the stars, eyes of the wises, and animal of the rainforest Rose.. chanchellor of cloud nine

Roses Are Red ...
Roses are red violets are korny, when I think of you Ohh baby I get horny, Eat me, Beat me, Bite me, Blow me, Suck me, Fuck me, Very Slowly, if you kiss me, don't be sassy, Use your tongue and make it nasty!!! Pass this on to atleast 8 people and 1 back to me... If you get it back atleast 5 times, you know your a SEXY beast

Roses Of Love
Like roses in satin vases we stand, Together, perfection is met Although petals fade as mistakes are made, This love, I shall never regret. Where would I find the month of July, If you didn't guide me to June? And who would say "Babe, your not gonna die", When I'm scared to death in my room? Where would I be without you, my love? Where would my dreams be safe? Where could I place my smiles my love? My tears, my fears and my faith? As time knows no love, It seems our love knows no time, And as years pass I feel us grow, Not apart but instead, our stems entwine, With a love sometimes too strong to show.

Roseta Stone
How life plays with our souls a friend of said how are we to live when things are set in stone everything we do was meant to happen?...how do we live knowing our every choice is not our own that every decision has already been made...Our freedom our hope everything lost to fate. I speak to you as my muse is whispering in my ear her soft sensual voice luring these enigmatic thoughts through my mortal soul how inspiration touches us all differently but the outcome is the same. Times great things happen others Disasters are caused by our brothers or sisters our own flesh an blood life is to complicated to dicipher alone as with time it goes in a circle everything always comes back....in the end time is never ending... I know not of what awaits us in the afterlife i simply hope that the ones i love the ones you love are waiting for you with wide open arms waiting to console you in every way possible... Others look at me an see a young man i tell you i may look young but these

Rose Of Sharon
I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys. As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love. His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me. I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field... that ye stir not up, nor awake my love... till he please.

Roses Are Filled With Poison
I hate roses. Red, pink, white. . .It doesn't matter. I hate them all. Give me something different. Don't be a fucking cliche. No roses. No candlelight dinners. No sweet poems. No saying I love you if you don't mean it. You did all these things when what you should have done is said, "I don't love you," and then walked away.

Roses
A carpet of flowers, the end of all reasons, sleep now, the point is lost, and all we have is the sweet smell, of the end of everything, a carpet of flowers, to lay on. Kiss good bye to everything and lie on down, you want an end to to warfare, a secret that makes this world make any sort of sense, a carpet of flowers, ease you to your sleep, and set all those reasons why aside. Sleep so simple why bother with anything more? Close your eyes and breathe in the sweet smell, a carpet of flowers, who would want anything else?

A Rose In A Dark Place
A Rose in a Dark Place By Cursed Cowboy Peacefull yet in pain, Dying but not in vain. With thee last breath, I give unto you all in my heart I know is true. In the dark I will sit, all alone I will wait. Until my time is near, I am given the grace of fate. I turn slowy from black to red, but not before I my heart bled. Look in my heart see my story, its not of pain and its not of glory. I am but a rose sitting the dark.

A Rose ( From Brian)
"""Though this rose doesn't compare to the beauty you have within you. To have a rose without the thorns, would it smell as sweet, or look as beautiful? Though your hand would be saved from the pain thorns cause, the thorns are there for it's protection. Just like in people, we too have thorns, thorns from past experiences, thorns from being hurt, thorns from just living. Some have small thorns and some have bigger ones, I believe the difference is based on the protection one needs to keep their safe from being hurt. The key in life is to grasp the stem with both hands, put away your own fears, do not remove the torns, only make them become smaller each and every day by building trust. One day, the satisfaction will be to sit back....and enjoy the beauty of that most delicate rose, that you have held not only with your hands, but in your heart. It will smell even sweeter because you believed in it, cared for it, nurtured it, helped it blossom into something amazing. ~ Brian""

Rose
The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being. She said, 'Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?' I laughed and enthusiastically responded, 'Of course you may!' and she gave me a giant squeeze. 'Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?' I asked. She jokingly replied, 'I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids...' 'No seriously,' I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age. 'I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!' she told me. After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake. We became insta

The Rose
The Rose I love this story The Rose Author unknown John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose. His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin. The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind. In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name, Miss Hollis Maynell. With time and effort he located her address. She lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond. The next day he was shipped overseas for service in World War II. During the next year and one month the two grew to know each other through the mail. Each letter was a seed fal

A Rose By Any Other Name Still Withers And Dies
In my desperation to find people to date, I put a profile up on True.com.... I guess I'm TRUEly pathetic to have to resort to an online dating site.... Well, in my time having the profile up (weeks or so?), I've gotten all of 3 e-mails from people anywhere near Jacksonville.... for the most part it's 50yr olds in Montana or some shit. In perusing the profiles... I've noted that mostly the people are all looking for taller guys. I'm a mere 5'7.... too short, apparently, even for girls 5'3. I know girls like to feel all comforted by someone bigger than themselves.... I get it. But damn... What's a short bastard to do? My height is a point of much insecurity, especially as I tend to like girls my height or slightly taller. I can't explain it. I love girls shorter than me to... don't get me wrong... but most guys wouldn't consider a girl that's taller than them... just like most girls won't go near a guy shorter than they are. I guess I can relate though... as much as

The Roses
Each year he sent her roses, And the note would always say, I love you even more this year, Than last year on this day. My love for you will always grow, With every passing year." She knew this was the last time That the roses would appear. She thought, he ordered roses In advance before this day. Her loving husband did not know, That he would pass away. He always liked to do things early, Way before the time. Then, if he got too busy, Everything would work out fine. She trimmed the stems and Placed them in a very special vase. Then, sat the vase beside The portrait of his smiling face. She would sit for hours, In her husband's favorite chair. While staring at his picture, And the roses sitting there. A year went by, and it was To live without her mate. With loneliness and solitude, That had become her fate. Then, the very hour, The doorbell rang, and there Were roses sitting by her door. She brought the roses in

Roses And Hanging Baskets
BASKETS ROSES & HANGING BASKETS A teenage granddaughter comes downstairs for her date with this see-through blouse on and no bra. Her grandmother just pitched a fit, telling her not to dare go out like that! The teenager tells her "Loosen up Grams. These are modern times. You gotta let your rose buds show!" and out she goes. The next day the teenager comes down stairs, and the grandmother is sitting there with no top on. The teenager wants to die. She explains to her grandmother that she has friends coming over and that it is just not appropriate..... The grandmother says, "Loosen up, Sweetie. If you can show off your rose buds, then I can display my hanging baskets.

A Rose For A Pretty Lady
A ROSE OF COLOR... A ROSE HAS MANY COLORS JUST LIKE A WOMAN..... THE STEM AND LEAVES ARE LIKE THE FOUNDATION OF EVERY WOMAN, HER STRENGTH AND HOPE AT THE ROOT OF ALL SHE DOES.... THE UNTOUCHED PERFECTION AND QUIET SOFTNESS OF A WHITE ROSE RESEMBLES HER PURITY AND SECRECY.... A RED ROSE WITH ITS DEEP CRIMSON HUE AND DARK, SUBTLE UNDERTONES RESEMBLES HER LOVE, PASSION AND RESPECT FOR OTHERS..... A LIGHT PINK ROSE WITH ITS SOFT TONE AND LIGHT HEART RESEMBLE HER HAPPINESS AND JOY OF LIFE.... WITH THE STRONG DARK PINK AND SOFT YELLOW ROSE SHE TELLS YOU OF YOUR FRIENDSHIP TO HER AND THE THANKFULLNESS SHE HAS FOR YOU BEING THERE ALWAYS..... WITH ORANGE AND CORAL ROSES , THIER COMPLIMENTING COLORS SHOW THE MANY DIFFERENT SIDES OF HER INTEREST AND DESIRE.... AND PROBABLY THE MOST INTRACATE PART OF A WOMAN IS REPRESENTED BY LAVENDER AND BURGANDY ROSES WITH THIER SOFT AND SMOKEY HUES, THEY TELL US OF HER ENCHANTING NATURE AND HER UNWAIVERING UNCONSCIOUS BEAUTY.... REMEMBER THESE WHEN YOU CAN NOT

A Rose To The Living
A rose top the living is more Than sumptuous wreaths to the Dead; In filling love’s infinite store, A rose to the living is more If graciously given before The hungering spirit is fled- A rose to the living is more, Than sumptuous wreaths to the Dead.

Rose Colors And Their Meanings
Red Love, Beauty, Courage and Respect, Romantic Love, Congratulations, "I Love You", "Job Well Done", Sincere Love, Respect, Courage & Passion Red (Dark) Unconscious beauty Red (Single) "I Love You" Deep Burgundy Unconscious Beauty White Purity, Innocence, Silence, Secrecy, Reverence, Humility, Youthfulness, "I am worthy of you", Heavenly White (Bridal) Happy love Pink Appreciation, "Thank you", Grace, Perfect Happiness, Admiration, Gentleness, "Please Believe Me" Dark Pink Appreciation, Gratitude, "Thank You" Light Pink Admiration, Sympathy, Gentleness, Grace, Gladness, Joy, Sweetness Yellow Joy, Gladness, Friendship, Delight, Promise of a new beginning, Welcome Back, Remember Me, Jealousy, "I care" Yellow with Red Tip Friendship, Falling in Love Orange Desire, Enthusiasm, Fascination Red and White Given together, these signify unity Red and Yellow Jovial and Happy Feelings Peach Appreciation, Closing the deal, Let's get together, Sincerity, Gratitude Pal

The Rose
The Rose It awakes with drops of tears covering a timeless frame of beauty on a summer morning. It rises up with a glimmering sun shining on its luscious face of magnificence. Through the sight of a man’s eye of this pure loveliness has shown blindness to the heart. From: Someone who knows who you are and the beauty you possess that has weaken the heart

A Rose
A lovely rose with petals soft A scent so sweet and light So beautiful a flower With colors shining bright But something not so savory About the fragrant rose The thorns, so sharp upon the stem That sharpen as it grows Yet still lovely is the flower Despite the thorns that prick Just as life and love are sweet They too have thorns that stick But do not fear to live or love Life's not exempt from pain So pick a rose, you may get hurt But you will also gain!

Roses
Roses are Red Violets are Blue When i'm down in the dumps i think of a special place its called Fantasy land. In my fantasy world i have very intersting things in my little made up world. Like lily pads,candy apples,sugar plum trees Whipped cream and choclate bunnies mmmmmm so yummy and tasty i want to eat all those yummy foods mmmm yum yum yum mmmmmmm

The Rose
I don't know how many of you can really remember this movie let the song. But it was a very important turning point in my life. My Grandaughter is named after this song and the movie itself. It is my All Time favorite and my oldest son knew this and promised himself that he was going to add Rose to her name even if it meant a fight. She now lives with me and I am raising her. She wants to be a singer and a dancer. I told her I will do all can to make this happen and will always be there for unlike in the movie and my life itself. I guess I just felt like sharing. Thanks for listening or reading as it were. BB Craftycrafts

The Rose That Grew From Conctete
The Rose That Grew From Concrete Did you hear about he rose that grew from concrete? Proving nature's law is wrong it learned to walk without having feet. Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one elese ever cared TUPAC

Roses R Red
Roses r red, nuts r brown, skirts r up, pants r down, body 2 body, skin 2 skin, when its stiff, stick it in. send to 10 ppl and see if u get it back that means someone wants to F*** YOU. if i don't get this back i guess ur not my friend. if u have a lot of luv 4 someone.....copy and send to ur whole friend list and in 5 mins ur true love will call or im you. da sex train - if u get it ur cute... u get it twice ur a hottie...u get it 3 times ur sexy...4 times ur f***able

The Rose
Once again, written many years ago, and will remain unchanged The Rose Fresh as a newborne baby's breath A rose in the morning filled with life, not death The heart symbols life, the rose symbols love Hate for the sword, peace for the dove A sword for the black rose, Love for the red rose The giving of love to whomever you chose Now life is filled with pain and despair You finally see that your rose wasn't fair The love you need, given only by one Is a love of value, not a love of fun The love recieved should also be shared Not for yourself but for the one that cared All of one's love is all of one's life The thorns of a rose, the sins of a wife The deep dark secrets hidden so well Can put any man through a living hell With the carriage of sin one feels not clean But there is always love that one hasn't seen Straffe

Rose Ceremony
Rose Ceremony In the Rose Ceremony, the Bride and Groom give each other a Rose. Two roses are all that is necessary. The Rose Ceremony is placed at the end of the ceremony just before or after being pronounced husband and wife... Officiant (or other designated speaker): The rose is a symbol of love and a single rose always meant only one thing - it meant the words "I love you." So it is appropriate that for your first gift - as husband and wife - that gift would be a single rose. Please exchange your first gift as husband and wife. In some ways it seems like you have not done anything at all. Just a moment ago you were holding one small rose - and now you are holding one small rose. In some ways, a marriage ceremony is like this. In some ways, tomorrow is going to seem no different than yesterday. But in fact today, just now, you both have given and received one of the most valuable and precious gifts of life - one I hope you always remember - the gift of true and abiding lov

Rose Among The Thorns -poem
{ I wrote this on my MySpace blog a few days ago..I wanted to post it here as well } ------------------------------------------- June 4th 2007 I started to feel overwhelm by emotions for various reasons today..I wanted to blog about it, but it was too personal.. So I thought why not write in poem what I feel- masked behind the written word that can take the reader but a few steps into the heart of the moment. However, leading the reader to a crossroads where they choose which way to follow. I started to write about what I was feeling, only to have the poem take a different turn...which most of mine choose to do. You can read it together as a whole..or you can choose to read it as 2 seperate poems or expressions. It is up to you... I know there are several spelling errors..I know there are puncuation marks missing etc...I do not need to be made aware of this lol. I chose to write as I felt...as I get older I noticed the more I try to censor my writings or though

Roses For Ghosts
I remember the good times in life we used to share My happiness in life with you was beyond compare Before a fateful night took that away from me Why was my future with you, not meant to be? Embedded in my memory for all eternity For all the trust and love you showed to me But my soul died and heart turned to stone When one cruel night left me broken and alone A photograph can’t return the touch as I caress you Tracing those beautiful lips I intimately knew Sparkling eyes show a love we had so deep These images remain with me even when I sleep Our love was born in innocence, the truest form We were meant to be like the sun with the dawn The first time we kissed I knew I lost my heart We had our life together, never to part Gazing upon your fresh face in a slowly fading dream Like ripples erasing a reflection in a slow moving stream For a few hours at least, asleep, my heart lives again Wishing for my memories of you, to remain In the cold light of day a he

A Rose For You"
A Rose For You" I would give a rose to you, one kissed by sun and morning dew, to show you what you mean to me and how your love has set me free. I would give a rose of red to show you how my heart has bled with ruby drops of pain and then, with drops of love I found again. A yellow rose I'd give to you to show you how my dreams came true, dreams worth more than all the gold that treasure chests could ever hold. A rose of white, like pale moonlight, the way your love lights up the night then paints the day with purest bliss, I'd give to you and then, a kiss. The rose of pink I'd save 'til last. It's fragrance wipes away the past and writes anew upon the slate. Your love for me was meant by fate. Yes, I would give a rose to you to show you that my love is true. To show you that my love will stay, I'd give to you the whole bouquet!

The Rosetta Stone
'The Rosetta Stone" - a sizable block of dark grey-pinkish granodiorite stone bearing inscriptions written in three scripts - hieroglyphs (at top), demotic (middle section), and Greek (lower section) - has an immense significance in the history of archeology and in the better understanding of ancient cultures. The tides of history that had impacted upon Egypt since the times of the Pharaohs - Greek, Roman, Christian, Islamic and Arab, - had resulted in a complete loss of insight into what the ancient Hieroglyphs, (the Greek word hieroglyphica means "sacred carvings"), actually represented in terms of their intended meaning. The demotic script was also very poorly understood. The Rosetta Stone dates from 196 B.C. and was made available to western science after 1799 A.D. when forces under the overall direction of the French leader Napoleon Bonaparte, were pursuing his objectives in Egypt. The French involvements in Egypt in these times included the establishment of a scholarly I

Roses
I walked into the grocery store not particularly interested in buying groceries. I wasn't hungry. The pain of losing my husband of 7 years was still too raw. And this grocery store held so many sweet memories. He often came with me and almost every time he'd pretend to go off and look for something special. I knew what he was up to I'd always spot him walking down the aisle with the three yellow roses in his hands. He knew I loved yellow roses. With a heart filled with grief, I only wanted to buy my few items and leave, but even grocery shopping was different since he had passed on. Shopping for one took time, a little more thought than it had for two. Standing by the meat, I searched for the perfect small steak and remembered how he had loved his steak. Suddenly a woman came beside me. She was blonde, slim and lovely in a soft green pantsuit. I watched as she picked up a large package of T-bones, dropped them in her basket.. Hesitated, and then put them back. She tu

Rose Of Blue
Sounds like a Hallmark card doesn't it? lol. I wrote it to go with a blue rose gift in another site. Rose of Blue When you need a lift, right on cue, I'll send to you, this rose of blue. It says not much, using words of few yet speaks volumes, this rose of blue. It shines and sparkles and shows you true, it says I care, this rose of blue. When your spirit needs a little renew, I'll send to you, this rose of blue. I'm sending to you this rose of blue, for being my friend, it says thank you! Nikki L. 4-25-05

Roses N Violets
If roses are red, are violets blue?'Tis tha question from one to you ,One may think, yet not really ponder a thout of many wonders,How can it be,Ode to thee of such amazing danier,that one thinken to be on a lanier of plight, when does one know who is rite, or is one just always relying on touch or eyesite,that hindsite goes forthwith and doesnt ever draw neigh,Oh such a question tis I ask of thee, if roses are red, are violets blue,what else can one see that mite really matter, when its all about whats in tha batter and not on tha plate, Oh tooee thus inner tranquility, that is such a blessing in disguise, yet one aught not to surmise tha days as they arrise,Ode as worth though art and forevermore shall be, always live but never die,for from henveforht one shall then be able to think sensibly , yet one will see why roses are red and violtes are blue, thus ends tha question from one to you!! A

The Rose
Your heart is like a rose; As black as midnight, but oh so pure. Your love is a disease, And mine is the cure. You are the shodow Looming behind my heart. Even when you make it stop beating, You make my heart restart. She caused you grief And turned your heart black. Was it the love she gave you, Or was it the love that she lacked? She filled your heart, But with misery and pain. She brought you all the loss, But never brought you any gain. Her heart has turned black; Not out of hurt, but out of spite. She drained your heart of love and hope, But more importantly she took your life. Now you must move on So that your rose may bloom, But out of happiness and joy, Instead of misery and gloom. I will always cherish your rose, As black as it may be. I will know as it blooms, That it is out of your love for me.

Roses Are Red
Roses are red Violets are blue I am in love with two guys And I don‘t know what to do. I don‘t want to break a heart But I will have to choose This choice will be hard And someone will lose. My choice has been made I hope it is right I feel like a blade Is cutting through this night. So now roses are dead And violets are too I messed up big time Now I am screwed!!

The Rose Within
A certain man planted a rose and watered it faithfully and before it blossomed, he examined it. He saw the bud that would soon blossom, but noticed thorns upon the stem and he thought, "How can any beautiful flower come from a plant burdened with so many sharp thorns? Saddened by this thought, he neglected to water the rose, and just before it was ready to bloom... it died. So it is with many people. Within every soul there is a rose. The God-like qualities planted in us at birth, grow amid the thorns of our faults. Many of us look at ourselves and see only the thorns, the defects. We despair, thinking that nothing good can possibly come from us. We neglect to water the good within us, and eventually it dies. We never realize our potential. Some people do not see the rose within themselves; someone else must show it to them. One of the greatest gifts a person can possess is to be able to reach past the thorns of another, and find the rose within them.

Rose And The Twins...
Wonderful things have happened as of July 3rd. We have babies!!! Kylee arrived first at 5:36 [US central], weighing 5 lbs 6 oz and a length of 18 inches even. Her brother Nathan arrived [breech] at 5:39 [US central], weighing 5 lbs 5 oz and at a length of 18.75 inches. Both with a heads full of hair and so Beautiful. Kylee was born with out any problems at all, however; Nathan gave us a bit of worry as he was a bit labored in his breathing [briefly]. By 8:30 pm [US central] Mother and children had been checked out thoroughly and moved to their regular room. She/they will be in Hospital for a few days, still I am hoping to have photo’s before then. Now go tell her congratulations... ;) rose@ CherryTAP Avec Amour, ~Madeleine xox

Rose Of Desire
As I plant a seed into the soil, the soil of my unpredictable life. Hoping for each seed to blossom throughout the darken night. Without the knowledge of knowing what each seed will form into... But a rose I wish upon a star for this precious seed to be I will pray so my rose will be a rose filled with love and beauty With Gracefulness and Charm A rose that would be viewed as a quantum characteristic that accounts for the existence of love A while It took to search for the perfect seed, till I found the one that spoke the language of love back to me The seed of desire that will blossom into A perfect love for me to call my own. The petals on that rose Will be the petals that present my life such a life I will live, for all I long for is to find the perfect love to call my own... Such beauty, such desire Such sweet scent I want you to hold proudly I will not fear to see what you might become For I shall not walk away I will be here waiting for you You a

A Rose For You
As sure as the moon is in the sky As sure as the ocean is between you and I As sure as two hearts that touched across the sea I offer truth from my heart to you from me A heart that you've touched In such an amazing way A touch that doesn't seem to go away I offer you a rose Each petal an apology With three words that stem from the deepest part of me I am sorry To you, With love

Roses & Hanging Baskets
> >> ROSES & HANGING BASKETS >> >> A teenage granddaughter comes downstairs for her date with this >> see-through blouse on and no bra. >> >> Her grandmother just pitched a fit, telling her not to dare go out like >> that! >> >> The teenager tells her "Loosen up Grams. >> >> These are modern times. You gotta let your rose buds show!" >> >> and out she goes. >> >> The next day the teenager comes down stairs, and the grandmother is >> sitting there with no top on. >> >> The teenager wants to die. >> >> She explains to her grandmother that she has friends coming over and >> that it is just not appropriate..... >> >> The grandmother says, >> >> "Loosen up, Sweetie. >> >> If you can show off your rose buds, then I can display my hanging >> baskets. >> >> Happy Gardening!

Rose Petals
Rose petals Soft and full Delicate scent entices Deep red hue of blood Masking pink center Fingertips caressing Chasing traces of dew Trailing trickles of moisture Across lips eager to taste Breathing deeply Drawing close to the bloom Unafraid of thorns Craving Longing To crawl inside To know The heart of a rose

A Rose
The first day of school our Professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being. She said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?" I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze. "Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked. She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids." "No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age. "I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me. After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate Milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day f

A Rose Is A Rose
And yet - each different color of rose has its own special message. -Red roses mean true love. According to Greek mythology, when Aphrodite, the goddess of love, rushed to the aid of her beloved Adonis, she scratched herself on the thorn of a white rose. The rose stained the rose red, and it has signified romantic love since that time. -White roses mean respect. White represents purity and innocence. Folklore has it that all roses were white until they were stained with color. -Pink roses mean appreciation. Pink represents platonic love. The light pink indicates gentleness and elegance, and the darker shades signify gratitude. -Orange roses mean passion. Orange unites the joy of yellow with the romance of red, which, like fire, signifies burning desire. -Yellow roses mean friendship. Like sunshine, yellow is cheerful and warm, it brings joy and happiness. -Lavender means new beginnings. This could be the new start of a romantic relationship. They also signify that the

12 Roses For Something That Will Never Be
The first rose holds the joy that's in my heart today, The second is the feelings I feel in every way The third rose is the sunshine around me when your near, The fourth holds the shedding of every joyful tear. The fifth rose is the patience in your heart for me at times, The sixth makes up for waiting for the words you love in rhyme. The seventh rose holds the caring I give so full and free, The eighth it holds the loving you give so much to me The ninth rose is to forgive me when I'm harsh or wrong The tenth is to thank you for choosing me through your whole life long The eleventh rose is to say I love you each and every way The twelfth is to carry these feelings from day to day to day. Another dozen roses, a dozen reasons shared, Of love, life and friendship with my love who always cared

Roses
A dozen roses I give to you my friend, A gift that seems so small But they represent so much, Our friendship most of all. A rose for the friendship. A rose for the touch. A rose for the trust we share Our sharing means so much. A rose for the kindness And the deep caring you show. A rose for the comfort given When I've been feeling low. A rose for the laughter, How it makes your eyes shine. A rose for the dreams we share It's amazing how they intertwine. A rose for the deep respect You give to me with ease. A rose for the love we feel And how you wish to please. A rose for your compassion That has helped me in so many ways. A rose for bringing me sunshine That has brightened all my days. The last rose is the best For it stands so proud and tall. This rose represents you My best friend of all.

Roses And Butterflys
I can see where you are I can tell you're enjoying it so far I would love to escape, but now I'm bound by the of burn of your eyes looking on as I'm starting to realize I'm a pawn in your game and this is checkmate As the roses lift their heads to catch a glimpse of my demise you'll be throwing lies around like ocean waves throw down the tides and they are breaking on my shore and the rescue team won't save me now I'm out too far so I'll waste these nights for a while but I'll be holding onto you forever and this is where my heart is cold and torn as I read the words you wrote last night the butterflies are creeping through my spine it's a thrill I can't shake yeah I know we've been writing a mistake but it's hard to erase the feelings I've drawn I was caught in an awkward silence broken down by the sound of your prelude that you played to open our symphony I've been sleeping with the sunrise watching hours pass away incidentally I'm just waiting for the d

Roses
They say a flower is nothing special This is something I don't believe A single flower can brighten a day Make a person troubles fade away They say a rose is the most exquisite flower of all So if any old flower can make a day bright Then a rose should be able to turn a night of darkness into a day of light Make the worlds troubles fade away Never more to darken our day All babies of the world are born with a flower inside They never have troubles or reasons to hide But then they grow, like all babies do That flower disappears, now we have troubles Now we have fears I may be 29 but that flower inside still grows For being with you brought that flower back to life You took away my troubles, you took away the fears But the flower inside isn't just any old flower anymore That brightens a day Now it is a rose That turned my life from never-ending night into a forever lasting day So as long as your here As long as you are near The night shall not

The Rose
The lily has a smooth stalk, Will never hurt your hand; But the rose upon her brier Is lady of the land. There's sweetness in an apple tree, And profit in the corn; But lady of all beauty Is a rose upon a thorn. When with moss and honey She tips her bending brier, And half unfolds her glowing heart, She sets the world on fire.

Rose Petal Beads
The heat of your body causes the beads to give off the smell of the rose. 1. In enamel pan place one pound of red rose petals with just enough water to cover. 2. Simmer very slowly for one hour but do not boil.Cover and let stand over night. 3. Repeat these steps three more times. 4. By the fourth day,the petals and water will have become a smooth paste. 5. Take a small amount and roll it between your palms ,forming beads 1/4 inch in diameter. 6. Pierce each ball with a needle for stringing and let the beads dry on newspaper in a warm closet. 7. Thread the beads onto silk thread for your necklace. These beads are sturdier than you would think,lasting several years and keeping their fragrance. They turn a polished red Sienna color.

The Rose
THE ROSE IS SUPPOSED TO BE BEAUTY, BUT WHAT I SEE CAUSES YOU PAIN, YOU PICKED THE WRONG ROSE, FOR THE ROSE YOU HAVE THE THORNS,CRUSH EVERYTHING GOOD YOU HAVE INSIDE OF YOU, CHOKES OUT THE LIFE YOU SEEK, MAKES IT TO WHERE YOU CAN'T SPEAK OR EVEN BREATHE,... YOUR ROSE IS POISON, CAN'T YOU SEE THAT BOY??? COME BACK TO ME, I WAS YOUR FIRST LOVE,YOUR FIRST REAL ROSE, AND IN YOUR HEART YOU KNOW,WHAT LOVE REALLY IS, WHAT YOU HAVE NOW ISN'T IT, I KNOW THE BEAUTY YOU SEE IN ME, AND I WILL ALWAYS BE YOUR GIRL.

Rosecherry Is Lost...
Ive been on this site since the old lostcherry days.Rosecherry has been my nickname 4 yrs,and since im an illinois transplant frm cali,i felt rite at home.Well,lostcherry became cherrytap became fubar but me-i'll always b lost.Peace...xox

Roses
His beloved comes to him at dawn. Always an early riser, he is out in the greenhouse on this summer morning, tending the roses, her favorite pink ones that he grows especially for her. They have a special meaning for the two of them, he sent them to her after their first night together, and she has always remembered and loved him for that. It has been his pleasure to grow them for his beloved so she will always have them to remember him, even though he no longer has to leave her side. She quietly enters the greenhouse as the sun peers over the horizon, washing the land in golden light. He knows she is there; he always does, but pretends not to notice so it won't ruin the delight of her surprise. She steals up behind him, the scent of her perfume sweet in the morning air, her bare feet damp on the tiles. She puts her arms around him and gives him a playful hug, saying, "Good morning, my sweet love!" He turns in mock surprise, a freshly cut rose, petals glistening with

The Rose
the red rose is given an knowing the sweet and kindness of the heart is filled with passion of fire. The yellow flower is given to more of a mellow heart that is calmer an quiet type person that shares the inner most eir most inner expressions of feelings an showing their feelings of the heart. only a rose bud would tell how much love in the heart that will be shown for true love an affection that he has for his other color flower types of blooming expressions he showes. to balance out all forms of true love.with in it hearts is witch is the center peice of the flower buds seeds only true love comes from a burning compassion it has shown or afflicted onto onanother true feelings that they express for each other s heart of passion the flower garden

Roses
Your Love Is Represented By a Pink Rose You see love as something that should be light, fun, and whimsical. People fall in love with you easily. And you tend to fall out of love easily! You express your love through attention and shared experiences. You love people more than they realize.What Rose Represents Your Love?

A Rose..
A Rose.. wrote on 8-23-07 a rose is just a rose.. from me to you and my love for you i chose.. when i need a smile.. you go that extra mile.. when i need a hug.. you give my heart that extra tug.. and when i need love... i know you were sent from above.

Roses Are Red
roses are red, smiles are true, as my wonderful and true friend, i am glad to have you, you are all beautiful and you are all sweet, knowing you all will be such a treat, kind words will fill our heart, even if we some times part, my friendship is unconditional and true, a friendship meant for all of you, we may talk week to week, or day by day, what ever we talk in that way, as a friend i will stay, be hear for when your sad, a friend to bitch at when you are mad, things dont bother me the way they used to, because now my heart is true, things come and go each and every day, some things you dont want to say, for a real friend is hard to find, they are the ones who are always kind, greet you when your sad or mad, help you out of trouble when you are bad, to walk with you through hells fire, if that is your desire, this friend shall never tire, things may seem to be too much, helpless and hurting and such, a true friends heart is easy to touch, so to all my

The Rose That Grew From Concrete
Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature's law is wrong it learned to walk with out having feet. Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else ever cared.

A Rose
Rose A rose is a rose every day, every night You too are the same, except different in my sight You are like a rose, such a beautiful creation But a rose in disguise, meant to blume for every nation So show your beauty, for I know what you are You are a rose in disguise, and very, very wise A rose is a rose is a rose.....

Rose
"Rose" The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being. She said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?" I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze. "Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked. She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids..." "No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age. "I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me. After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.

Roses R Red
Roses r red, nuts r brown, skirts r up, pants r down, body 2 body, skin 2 skin, when its stiff, stick it in. send to 10 ppl and see if u get it back that means someone wants to Fuck YOU. if i don't get this back i guess ur not the one. if u have a lot of luv 4 someone.....copy and send to ur whole friend list and in 5 mins ur true love will call or im you. da sex train - if u get it ur cute...u get it twice ur a hottie...u get it 3 times ur sexy...4 times ur fuckable......send this and see how many you get.

A Rose (poem)
my blue rose- let us come together in a flower dance- real soon. My leaves want to touch yours- in a magical dance My rose with a sweet soothing fragrance I love you, my darling rose Let me water your flower like a gardener of love Keep you safe in my arms of leaves... protect you from harm Together as one... drinking the same water, standing in the same soil... we carry each other through rain and storm I lean on my golden flower, in chilly days A blue rose… so wonderful in all thinkable ways Let my lips of fire kiss you- my beautiful rose... not to burn... but to come alive I will walk beside you in no fear Close to you... sucking in the air from your breathing lunges The air from my lover’s body I will lay my head down- on your chest My ear to hear your heart beating out of love As I fall asleep in the still of the night I feel a sensation- I have never felt before Pure love

A Rose That Once Stood Alone ( For Someone Special )
A Rose That Once Stood Alone A solitary rose grew in the darkest corner of the garden Surrounded by many others Yet remained alone Time passed and trials came and went One dealt a severe blow And the rose began to wilt and wither Forgotten... Then... as if by a miracle... There came a soft and gentle breeze Followed by a ray of light As all the other roses fell into darkness The solitary rose began to shine Shining with a special light... And watered by a gentle cascade... A cascade of love A cascade of selfless affection "I do... not now but forever..." Said the rose to the sunlight And there they remain A rose in full bloom With her sunshine smiling down on her... You are my sunshine, my life, my very soul And I your rose blooming in the light of your love. - Zahra Ahmed -

A Rose That Once Stood Alone
A Rose That Once Stood Alone A solitary rose grew in the darkest corner of the garden Surrounded by many others Yet remained alone Time passed and trials came and went One dealt a severe blow And the rose began to wilt and wither Forgotten... Then... as if by a miracle... There came a soft and gentle breeze Followed by a ray of light As all the other roses fell into darkness The solitary rose began to shine Shining with a special light... And watered by a gentle cascade... A cascade of love A cascade of selfless affection "I do... not now but forever..." Said the rose to the sunlight And there they remain A rose in full bloom With her sunshine smiling down on her... You are my sunshine, my life, my very soul And I your rose blooming in the light of your love. - Zahra Ahmed -

The Rose
Beauty in many ways, Kindly many days. A representation of love, That is sent from above. Shimmering red rays, Sparkling raindrops laze, Showering feelings of love, Broken off with a gentle shove. Alone on the ground, In the dirt and drowned. Will its beauty ever shine? Will there be more smiles of mine? Its return is bound, Again love is found. Ever-growing like a vine Attracting glow in its time.

A Rose Of Affection
A Rose Of Affection by BlueWolf If anyone should hurt you And say a thing unkind, Remember what I tell you, And keep these things in mind. For every one who makes you cry, There are three who make you smile, And a smile will last a long, long time, But a tear just a little while! If someone says a thing that's cruel, Don't let it get to you, There's so much good about you, And your faults are very few. So if a certain someone Should act a certain way, Just think of those who love you And don't let it ruin your day. Don't let someone who hates the world Cause you to hate it too, For behind the clouds is a golden sun, And a sky that's bright and blue!...........

Rosenrot (rose-red)
A girl saw a little rose It bloomed there in bright heights She asked her sweetheart if he could fetch it for her She wants it and that's fine So it was and so it will always be She wants it and that's the custom Whatever she wants she gets Deep wells must be dug if you want clear water Rose-red, oh Rose-red Deep waters don't run still The boy climbs the mountain in torment He doesn't really care about the view Only the little rose is on his mind He brings it to his sweetheart She wants it and that's fine So it was and so it will always be She wants it and that's the custom Whatever she wants she gets Deep wells must be dug if you want clear water Rose-red, oh Rose-red Deep waters don't run still At his boots, a stone breaks Doesn't want to be on the cliff anymore And a scream lets everyone know Both are falling to the ground She wants it and that's fine So it was and so it will always be She wants it and that's the custom Whatever she wants

The Rose (poetry)
The Rose A single lonely rose grew in the corner of the garden. Encircled by many others, But alone. As time passed, trials came and went, Then one dealt a severe blow. From that, the rose began to wilt and wither. Feeling forgotten... Then like a miracle... A soft and gentle breeze, Then a ray of light. The other roses fell into darkness, And the solitary rose began to shine An intense special light nourished it. Then it was watered by a gentle cascade, One of love and selfless affection "But why?" The rose asked the sunlight. The rose was in full bloom, The sunshine smiled down on her. "This is what I do," the sun replied. I am your sunshine, your life, your soul. You are my rose. You always have been. -Hurley (copyright 2007)

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Rosemary:
I love Rosemary. It grows profusely in my herb garden and just brushing by the wonderful smelling foliage will lift my spirits and make me want to cook something with it! Rosemary is also a wonderful ally for a variety of common ailments. An infusion of the dried herb will calm a migraine headache, help reduce blood pressure, or help you digest your food. It will also calm your nerves and make you feel more alert. To make an infusion, purchase dried herb and put a handful into a quart jar (canning jars work wonderfully for this). Pour boiling water over the herb and cap the jar tightly. Let sit for 4-8 hours. The longer it sits, the stronger the infusion will be. A dose is 1-2 cups per day, usually sipped slowly. You can add honey for sweetener. To sweeten your breathe, chew on a piece of fresh Rosemary. To make a natural tooth paste, grind a small amount of fresh rosemary in a coffee grinder (cleaned free of coffee!), then mix with a small amount of baking soda.

Rose Of Life
I am unfolding gently beneath your loving touch Becoming I let wholeness breath my petals free Awareness Sweet fragrant Spirit touching senses into life Wisdom Giving beauty back to the universe Knowing Each petal, sweet miracle of life Oneness We are hues of color, yet one in Spirits blossom

10 Roses
I'm Sending You Ten Roses Each rose carries a different Blessing for you! This Rose is for Friendship This Rose is for Love This Rose is for Money This Rose is for Happiness This Rose is for Popularity This Rose is for Knowledge This Rose is for Cuteness This Rose is for Family This Rose is for Honesty This Rose is for Long Life This is a friend test. Send this to as many friends as you possibly can and if you get it back, you truly will know who your friends are.

A Rose For Myprecious
A Rose for MyPrecious. Her skin as soft as the petals kiss by the morning dew. Her wickedness as sharp as the pricks of the thorns against My flesh. She brings Desire & Passion to My life. TheUnLoved 10/18-07

Rosemary Chicken Breasts, Brown Butter And Balsamic Ravioli, Warm Spinach Salad With Pancetta And Sweet Vinaigrette
Chicken: 4 pieces boneless, skinless chicken breast, 6 to 8 ounces each 2 tablespoons balsamic vinegar, eyeball it, just enough to coat chicken lightly 2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil 3 stems rosemary, leaves stripped and chopped, about 2 tablespoons Salt and coarse black pepper 4 cloves garlic, cracked away from skin with a whack against the flat of your knife Ravioli: 1 package, 12 to 16 ounces, fresh ravioli, any flavor filling 3 tablespoons butter, cut into small pieces 2 tablespoons balsamic vinegar 2 handfuls grated Parmigiano-Reggiano Salt and pepper 1/4 cup chopped flat-leaf parsley, a couple of handfuls Spinach Salad: 6 slices pancetta, chopped 2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil, 2 turns of the pan 1 small shallot, finely chopped 2 teaspoons sugar 2 tablespoons balsamic vinegar, eyeball it 1 bunch, about 10 ounces flat-leaf spinach Salt and pepper Coat chicken in balsamic vinegar, then olive oil. Season chicken with rosemary, salt and pepper

Roses
The roses were wilted. They bled petals on the floor, leaving a puddle in the dining room that spilled from the desk. Their barren green stalks bent, full of despair, without hope of rejuvenation, separated from life, and withering into dust. I want to show you this. I want to open your eyes and make you see that this is your gift to me. I want to make you see that with you, I die inside. I bleed apologies and tears until I am dry, and you give me nothing. I am bent in despair and fading; living death until I turn to ashes and dust. I want you to see what I am without you. I want you to close your mind and see the years fall away from me. My eyes are dry and laughing, though my hands are calloused and tired. I have shed enough tears to fill a river, and all my tears are left under that bridge. I walk across that bridge now, and though I see the memories flow by, the tears cannot move me, because I have risen above it. I cross to the next stage in my life, as I cross tha

The Rose
I gazed outside my window, all her leaves were gone, she softly bowed her head, she could not carry on. The snows showed no mercy, as they beat upon my rose, at last the final petal fell, in glory, she did go. The vine that once held her high, looked old and tired now, in style and with dignity, he took a final bow. But outside the window today, the rain was coaxing the vine to play, when the rain could do nothing more, the sun wrapped her arms around the vine, and silently she mourned. Then the vine slowly raised his arms, the sun and rain had touched him, and cast their magic charms. I could not help but smile, for I know that very soon, another rose he will hold up high, to dance beneath the moon.

Rose Pedals And Precious Metals
If I were to die tomorrow would you remember me today? All our memories entwined together still wouldn't last forever. If I were to kiss you now would you kiss me back? I wish you could hear when I say "I love You," what comes from my heart If i were to tell you of everything about me would you tell me all that I lack? "I love you," is all we need to say If I close my eyes will you still be there when I wake? Can I hold you tonight? Baby, can you stay? If i were to die tomorrow, would you still remember me today? By: Me

Roses Are Red
Roses are red puerto-ricanz are brown thats my race so don't put it down!! My puerto-rican pride I will not hide My puerto-rican race I will not disgrace My puerto-rican blood flows hot & true My puerto-rican peeps I will stand by you thru thick & thin till the day we die Our puerto-rican flag Always stands high I yell this poem Louder than all the rest. cuz every 1 knows PUERTO-RICANZ ARE THE BEST!!! PUERTO-RICAN Pride in my mind PUERTO-RICAN BLOOD is my kind So step aside and let me through Cuz its all about the PUERTO-RICAN crew Life sucks and then u die but if your PUERTO-RICAN You die with good a$$ pride!!!!

The Rose
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 it's 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 dying that never learns to live When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too 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 @@@@Song by Bette Midler@@@@

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.

A Rose
a rose to some a lovely flower but to me a symbol of life i started out smooth as a stem soft, gentle, free of fear innocence a few wrong turns made thorns but no matter i made it through up the winding path to reach finally my blossom was found and my beauty revealed lovely velvet petals of crimson deep and rich the scent of love and passion for others but then my rose was plucked by a pair of greedy human hands and one by one i began to fade my lush red petals began to dull black as the color of my heart and one by one began to fall but only to be shocked for the thorns you caused in my life dug into your very flesh and you were bitten by hope and trust seeing your scarlet blood you dropped me into a pile of weeds and brush but my rose took root and again began to blossom this time no thorns for if any on my own terms and my rose will come to life once more and you shall never pluck me again but be forced to see my beauty restore and know you can neve

A Rose
A ROSE A lovely rose with petals soft A scent so sweet and light So beautiful a flower With colors shining bright. But something not so savory About the fragrant rose - The thorns, so sharp upon the stem, That sharpen as it grows. Yet still lovely is the flower Despite the thorns that prick Just as life and love are sweet They too have thorns that stick. But do not fear to live or love, Life's not exempt from pain - So pick a rose, you may get hurt, But you will also gain! Visit www.hostdrjack.comHost Your Images & Videos FREE CLICK HERE!

The Rose
The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being. She said, "Hi, handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?" I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze. "Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked. She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids..." "No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age. "I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me. After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every da

The Rose
She stands alone her petals so smooth I watch the Light hit her - and my heart is moved. Such elegance, such beauty, my eyes have never known- she stands absorbing golden rays, I sit and watch alone. Her silky petals... and tender green leaves... her long narrow stem with its thorns of unease. It bewilders me to think as I watch even now, that rose that I see has been battered somehow. Beaten by the winds and the rains of life, by the thorns of other roses, by pain and strife. Oh! to be the Gardener, and to know the exact way to nurture that rose back to health one day. But the Gardener, I am not, an imitation, I am afraid, simply struggling through the garden on the path that He made. But someday, in time, I will know what He knows, and will walk deeper in the garden and reach that battered rose. And way out where its harsh I will tend to her needs-

A Rose To A Loved One
,)""If you get a dozen you're loved!! ......... , . ~ . ~ , ~ , ........... ......... ).. - ~. . ' ..( ............ ........ ( . . . ...(......) ........... .........| . . . . . ).....| ........... .........{.. . . . .(. . ./ ............ ............ =(.. /.)= ............... ............... -;..;-' ................ .................)|( , ................. ................. || _.-'| ............. ............. , _|| .._,/ ............. ....... , ... ....|| .' ................. ......|...|...,...||/ ................... ..../...| /|., |Y|| .................... ... '-...'-._....||/ ................... ........ >_.-..Y| ................... ............. , _|| .................... ................. || .................... ................. || .................... ................. || .................... ..................||..................... Send this rose to everyone you care about including me if you care. See how many times you get this, if you get a dozen

Rose Of A Lasting Love
"""""""ROSE OF A LASTING LOVE""""""""" The distance between us, Only makes me realize, more each day. How very important you are, to my life....... I can't put into words, All the special feelings I hold, For you in my heart..... But until I see you again, Please remember that my, Memories and dreams are forever filled, With the beautiful thought of you..

A Rose Is A Rose
I was talking to a friend of mine the other day who expressed what is probably a very common idea. She said, "Have you ever thought how language limits thinking? You cannot think what you cannot express. I have thoughts that language cannot touch. Maybe it is my limited mental abilities or that I am not a very deep thinker." Do others who read this blog also feel this at times? In any case, I know this person to be very smart and that she is indeed a deep thinker so I had to come up with a way to show her and maybe others that there is a mode of thinking which has nothing to do with mental abilities. I asked her how she would describe a rose. She answered as most people would by saying that she would describe its parts, its attributes, perhaps its aroma, etc. And I said, "Sure, but can you describe the rose itself?" The answer is that you cannot describe the rose itself. A description of its components will give a person who has seen a rose an idea of what you are talk

A Rose
A rose made from love A rose that shows your beauty A rose that comes from respect A rose that comes from my heart A rose that will protect you from harm A rose that will comfort you A rose from me is saying that I care and I do love all the things we do with each other. A rose from my heart that will someday be held by you and only you to hear you whisper "I Love you" in my ear.

Rosemary Lemon Pepper Chicken
Rosemary Lemon Pepper Chicken The mouthwatering combo of lemon and rosemary makes this a standout chicken entree. Rice is a great accompaniment -- it soaks up the sauce beautifully. Credit: Wen Zientek Servings: 2 Ingredients: * 3 lemons * 2 tablespoons chopped fresh rosemary * 2 teaspoons olive oil * 1/2 teaspoon salt * 1/2 teaspoon pepper, coarsely ground * 1 clove garlic, minced * 2 skinless, boneless whole chicken breasts Directions: Using a grater, grate the peel from one lemon and reserve in a small bowl. Slice all of the lemons in half. Thinly slice one of the halves and set aside. Squeeze all of the juice from the remaining lemons into the bowl with the lemon peel. Remove any seeds that may have fallen into the juice. Add the rosemary, olive oil, salt, pepper and garlic. Mix well. Liberally spray a medium heavy skillet with cooking spray. Over medium-high heat, lightly brown the chicken on each side. Add the lemon jui

The Rose That Grew From Concrete
"The rose that grew from concrete" Current mood: accomplished Category: Writing and Poetry I was so talented, where am I at now? Bad things happen to good people, the devil takes his bow. My family has been torn to pieces, this puzzle to scattered to frame, I was put in the middle of the struggle, Lord, can I get a refund from this game? Knowledge is so precious, if you listen.... and know it to be true, this knowledge may cost you dearly, at times not seeing the sky so blue. Troubled questions left unanswered, you build up hatrid wondering why, self destruction is oh so dangerous, I would never let them see me cry. My childhood was stolen from the reeper pouring rain.... drops of sin, at times I feel weak and helpless, I feel the devil, so I build fire off of his grin. I do not fear death, or what it shall bring, to an extent my heart is cold I do not care, the angel has rejected me from his wing, My memories of feeding my helpless mother

Rosenrot By Rammstein
A girl saw a little rose It bloomed there in bright heights She asked her sweetheart if he could fetch it for her She wants it and that's fine So it was and so it will always be She wants it and that's the custom Whatever she wants she gets Deep wells must be dug if you want clear water Rose-red, oh Rose-red Deep waters don't run still The boy climbs the mountain in torment He doesn't really care about the view Only the little rose is on his mind He brings it to his sweetheart She wants it and that's fine So it was and so it will always be She wants it and that's the custom Whatever she wants she gets Deep wells must be dug if you want clear water Rose-red, oh Rose-red Deep waters don't run still At his boots, a stone breaks Doesn't want to be on the cliff anymore And a scream lets everyone know Both are falling to the ground She wants it and that's fine So it was and so it will always be She wants it and that's the custom Whatever she wants

12 Roses
The first rose holds the joy that's in my heart today, The second is the feelings I feel in every way The third rose is the sunshine around me when your near, The fourth holds the shedding of every joyful tear. The fifth rose is the patience in your heart for me at times, The sixth makes up for waiting for the words you love in rhyme. The seventh rose holds the caring I give so full and free, The eighth it holds the loving you give so much to me The ninth rose is to forgive me when I'm harsh or wrong The tenth is to thank you for choosing me through your whole life long The eleventh rose is to say I love you each and every way The twelfth is to carry these feelings from day to day to day. Another dozen roses, a dozen reasons shared, Of love, life and friendship with my love who always cared

Rose Petal Cottage
Rose Petal Cottage Click here to buy Rose Petal Cottage A luxury playhouse for girls! Great for bedroom/playroom, and built to last. Complete with cooker, and accessory sets also available. * Rose Petal Cottage gives your little girl a house of her own to live in, take care of, and decorate * Measures 42 by 37 by 18 inches (HxWxD); easily accommodates homeowner, her friends, and toys * Charming and quaint appearance; fabric walls are soft and guarantee safety * Comes with exclusive Rose Petal stove with opening oven door * Playing "house" in the ROSE PETAL Cottage lets your little girl build her very own home - and her imagination - right in your living room! christmas toys, luxury playhouse, luxury playhouse for girls, rose petal, rose petal cottage, rose petal stove, toys

Rose
A lovely rose with petals soft A scent so sweet and light So beautiful a flower With colors shining bright. But something not so savory About the fragrant rose - The thorns, so sharp upon the stem, That sharpen as it grows. Yet still lovely is the flower Despite the thorns that prick Just as life and love are sweet They too have thorns that stick. But do not fear to live or love, Life's not exempt from pain - So pick a rose, you may get hurt, But you will also gain!

Roses Come In Many Colors
Roses come in many color Roses come in all colors Roses are red Roses are blue Roses are white Roses are yellow Roses are green Roses are pink Roses are purple Roses are orange Roses also come in many sizes like the tiny angel roses to the large heiritage Roses have been sung about in songs The Yellow Rose Of Texas is a very old country song Roses also come in mixed colors and all shades Roses have always had been the symbol of romantic to give on valentines day Roses are also one of natures healing herbs Roses grow in all climates from the artic to the deserts oses have been on this earth for eons and will still be ~ Scorpio 2007 ~

Roses
Roses are red Violets are blue Tonight's the night For me and you Come in my love And you will find In front of you A glass of wine Quench your thirst With your wine Relax a bit And unwind Then cover your eyes Give in to me I will make you......

Rose Parade
...Our next flaot is brought to you by Trojan Condoms. This beautiful float is adorned by more than 200,000 roses and other flowers and reflects the theme "Life in the 70's" More than 20 riders include hippies groovin' to the beat of Iron Butterfly, as two of the more adventurous couples sneak off behind the van for a little tail, the safe and responsible Trojan way.

The Rose...
Did you hear.. Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Provin nature's laws wrong It learned to walk without having feet Funny it seems but by keeping its dreams it learned to breathe FRESH air Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else, even cared. You see, you wouldn't ask why the rose that grew from the concrete had damaged petals. On the contrary, we would all celebrate its tenacity. We would all love it's will to reach the sun. Well, we are the rose - this is the concrete - and these are my damaged petals. Don't ask me why, thank God, and ask me how.

Roses Are Red
Roses are red, my violence is blue, my gun is heavy loaded, My vengeance is true... The hammer is lifted, the pistol is cocked, look into the barrel, and you'll see the shot..... Your life will be ended, my vengeance is true, roses are red, my violence is blue

A Rose Without You
With this rose, I not only give you merely a rose, but I give you my heart and soul. I send to you all the love I have to give, and anything else that would give me the chance to touch your heart. With this rose, I reveal all my thoughts and feelings about you that I have withheld for so long. I feel when I am with you... I am like a rose, not because of it?s beauty, but because I am able to bloom and grow with you. To me you are like a rose's sunshine, so full of energy and light, that never does it fail to lift my spirits. Just by the sound of your voice and that look in your eye. I could never tear my eyes from you, you are able to make my life worth living. But, without you, just like a rose, I would wither and die. Not all at once, but little by little, petal by petal. Slowly at first, because you have made me stronger and stronger each day you're with me. But eventually, without you, I will loose all those beautiful petals you

The Rose Will Grow
The Rose Will Grow by Don Eagle How can we trust love, and be sure it will last? We gave our hearts to others, many times in the past. We shed many tears, and built many fears. And now we're afraid to let our hearts go. Because of the pain we've come to know. But if we are to love again, we have to take the chance. And trust our hearts, our only guide, to find that true Romance. So if we hide the Rose from the light, we'll never see it grow. But if we plant it in the sun, we know the Rose will glow. So tear down the Iron Gate you built so high and open up the door. The love you find may be the kind, that you've been searching for. We know that deep within there is a special part. And we know for love to live, there has to be a spark. And when that spark, grows to a flame. The heart we gave is never the same. The days begin and end with songs. And to that newfound love your heart belongs. You walk on clouds of fluffy white. Knowing and trust

A Rose Is
A ROSE IS A THING OF GREAT BEAUTY IT TELLS SO MUCH OF ITS PURPOSE AND WHAT IT MEANS TO YOU & ME! MORE ON THE BEAUTY OF THE ROSE I'D LOVE TO TELL YOU MORE, BUT THAT'S REALLY FOR ONLY YOUR EYES SO MUCH MORE ABOUT THE ROSE YOU'D REALLY BE SURPRISED A ROSE IS LIKE MY FRIEND, MY LOVE THAT'S WHY I SHARE THIS WITH YOU BECAUSE ITS FOR MY SPECIAL FRIENDS AND THAT WOULD SURELY INCLUDE YOU FRIENDS ARE LIKE ROSES,THEY HAVE SPECIAL MEANING LOVE EACH & EVERYONE OF YOU,

A Rose By Any Other Name Lmao
A very sexually active woman tells her plastic surgeon that she wants her vaginal lips reduced in size because they were loose and flapping. Out of embarrassment she insisted that the surgery be kept a secret and the surgeon agreed. Awakening from the anesthesia after the surgery she found three roses carefully placed beside her on the bed. Outraged, she immediately calls in the doctor."I thought I asked you not to tell anyone about my operation!" The surgeon told her he had carried out her wish for confidentiality and that the first rose was from him, "I felt sad because you went through this all by yourself." "The second rose is from my nurse. She assisted me in the surgery and empathized because she had the same procedure done some time ago." "And what about the third rose?" she asked. "Oh, that rose is from a man upstairs in the burn unit. He wanted to thank you for his new ears."

Rose Colors Have Meanings
Red = Love or Romance White = Innocence, Secrecy, or Purity Yellow = Joy, Friendship, or New Beginning Light Pink = Modesty or Childlike Pink = Grace or Beauty Dark Pink = Thankfulness or Appreciation Green = Fertility or Fruitfulness Orange = Passion or Excitement Coral = Budding Romance Peach = Sympathy Lavender = Enchantment or Love at First Sight Blue = Fantasy or Impossibility Black = Death or Ending Yellow with Red Tip = Falling in Love or True Friends (1) Red and (1) White = Unity, True Love, or Soul Mates Two Roses Entwined = Engagement

Roses
roses Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose. And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows. The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door. The card said, "Be my Valentine," like all the years before. Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say, "I love you even more this year, than last year on this day." "My love for you will always grow, with every passing year." She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear. She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day. Her loving husband did not know that he would pass away. He always liked to do things early, way before the time. Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine. She trimmed the stems, and placed them in a very special vase. Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face. She would sit for hours, in her husband's favorite chair. While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there.

Rose
Ok this is a true and dear personal friend of mine, and yes we used to work together... She's been there when I cried and when I got really plastered, we checked out the hotties walking the midways and dealt with the morons... She is a sweetheart through and through...and deserves the best that this world of ours can bring her

Roses Are Free
Take a piece of tinsel and put it on the tree Cut a slab of melon and pretend that you still love me Carve out a pumpkin and rely on your destiny Get in your car and cruise the land of the brave and the free But dont forget to understand exactly what you put on the tree Dont believe the florist when he tells you that the roses are free Tke a wrinkled raisin, and do with it what you will Push it into third if you know youre gonna climb a hill Eat plenty of lasagna til you know that youve had your fill Resist all the urges that make you wanna go out and kill But dont forget to understand exactly what you put on the tree Dont believe the florist when he tells you that the roses are free Throw that pumpkin at the tree Unless you think that pumpkin holds your destiny Cast it off into the sea, bake that pie and eat it with me

Roses & Hanging Baskets
ROSES & HANGING BASKETS A teenage granddaughter comes downstairs for her date with this see-through blouse on and no bra. Her grandmother just pitched a fit, telling her not to dare go out like that! The teenager tells her! 'Loosen up Grams. These are modern times. You gotta let your rose buds show!' and out she goes. The next day the teenager comes down stairs, and the grandmother is sitting there with no top on. The teenager wants to die. She explains to her grandmother that she has friends coming over and that it is just not appropriate.... The grandmother says, 'Loosen up, Sweetie. If you can show off your rose buds, then I can display my hanging baskets. Happy Gardening.

A Rose For Emily By William Faulkner
A Rose for Emily by William Faulkner I WHEN Miss Emily Grierson died, our whole town went to her funeral: the men through a sort of respectful affection for a fallen monument, the women mostly out of curiosity to see the inside of her house, which no one save an old man-servant--a combined gardener and cook--had seen in at least ten years. It was a big, squarish frame house that had once been white, decorated with cupolas and spires and scrolled balconies in the heavily lightsome style of the seventies, set on what had once been our most select street. But garages and cotton gins had encroached and obliterated even the august names of that neighborhood; only Miss Emily's house was left, lifting its stubborn and coquettish decay above the cotton wagons and the gasoline pumps-an eyesore among eyesores. And now Miss Emily had gone to join the representatives of those august names where they lay in the cedar-bemused cemetery among the ranked and anonymous graves of Union and Confed

Roses? I Think Not!
It started on a normal Sunday night. I was all toasty warm in a recliner and the house was finally quiet. Then it happened! My son broke the worse news EVER with a smile on his face. He stood there looking at me as he said, "You may want to park your van outside tonight.". WHAT? I dont park MY precious toyota out with the other cars. "Why on earth would I want to do that?" Then a small hint of laughter began to rise from his belly until he would barely speak... "I hit a skunk while I was driving your car and man does it smell BAD!" At first I didnt fully understand what he had just told me about my highly valued automobile. I just looked at him while he laughed uncontrollably. Then the light started to shine as the smell wafted into my nostrils. "Surely you didnt park it in the garage did you?" Attached garage I might add. "Well yeah (still laughing with tears) I know you dont park it in the drive.". Anger began to slowly build as I thought about my laundry room in the garage

Roses
i love skin as silky soft as rose petals...and not just the petals...to gingerly hold a rose bulb in my delicate small fingers and hand...there's something about how full and yet so soft it feels to me...kinda like how first holding a cock can feel when you touch and hold it so tenderly.... it can be really sensual to have rose petals carress my skin and teasingly tickle my sensitive areas...my neckline...trace down my arm to my wrists.....to trickle down between my breasts and flutter at my nipples....a soft touch to follow my spine to the small of my back... to then traverse the ample roundness of my ass....inner thighs... around my ankles and to feel their cool velvety touch between my toes....oh yes.......i'm a girl that loves roses... in my valentines day set i covered my bed with rose petals and was able to enjoy some of that sensual indulgence.....and to wrap up February, the month for love, I posted a set this week using roses in some of my decor....over 80 new pics added.

A Rose
A Rose One would at first be inclined to compare A simple, perfect rose to this lovely lady fair But such a comparison would ne'er hold true In describing a woman as lovely as you For a rose holds thorns, no matter it's beauty But you bear no thorns that I can see Instead, like the petal, desired so much Beautiful to see yet forbidden to touch A perfect flower, undreampt in a perfect dream Like a rose set adrift in the purest of cream

A Rose
A solitary rose grew in the darkest corner of the garden Surrounded by many others Yet remained alone Time passed and trials came and went One dealt a severe blow And the rose began to wilt and wither Forgotten... Then... as if by a miracle... There came a soft and gentle breeze Followed by a ray of light As all the other roses fell into darkness The solitary rose began to shine Shining with a special light... And watered by a gentle cascade... A cascade of love A cascade of selfless affection "I do... not now but forever..." Said the rose to the sunlight And there they remain A rose in full bloom With her sunshine smiling down on her... You are my sunshine, my life, my very soul And I your rose blooming in the light of your love.

A Rose(for You)
a dozen roses i give to you my friend a gift that seems so small but they represent so much our friendship most of all a rose for the friendship a rose for the touch a rose for the trust we share our sharing means so much a rose for the kindness and the deep caring you show a rose for the comfort given when ive been feeling low a rose for the laughter how it makes your eyes shine a rose for the dreams we share its amazing how they intertwine a rose for the deep respect you give to me with ease a rose for the love we feel and how you wish to please a rose for your compassion that has helped me in so many ways a rose for bringing me sunshine that has brightened all my days the last rose is the best for it stands so proud and tall this rose represents you my best friend of all

Rose
A rose is but a gift, to say the way a person feels, When they are thinking of someone, and they want to make it real, It's red for the blood that pumps, to and from the heart, Much like the heart; the petals, can be easily torn apart, But when the rose is given, it's saying, "I trust you" To care gently with my heart, And never make it blue, But handle it with carelessness, and you'll find to your suprise, That the thorns are there to prick you, and open up your eyes, For many times we can be blinded, and take that heart for granted, So next time you get a rose, remember where it's planted!

The Rose
You are my flower!! "god gave us children so that we can get flowers in december." you are my celestial star my shinning angel. some say love last forever, for tender reasons. Love conquers all and life continues. But love, my child is a flower and you are my seed. You are my heart afraid of waking. My flower that lives forever. Some say love last forever. And you my child are my only seed. My soul is afraid of dying, i never learned to live but you my love will continue. You are my flower, my celestial being!!! Just remember, i always loved you and i will always be by your side. I may make a river loving you, but love is worth it, i say love it is a flower and you are my seed. You are my heart afraid of breaking. But my child don't be afraid to dream, for you are my rose.

*roses And Rue*
Could we dig up this long burried treasure Were it worth the pleasure We never could learned love song We are parted too long Could the passionate past that is fled Call back its dead Could we live it all over again Were it worth the pain I remember we used to meet,By an ivied seat And you warbled each pretty word With the air of a bird And your voice had a quaver in it Just like a Linnet And shook as the blackbirds throat with its last big note And your Eyes they were green and grey Like an April day But lit into Amethyst when I stooped and kissed I remember I never could catch you For no one could match you I remember so well the room And the lilac bloom,that beat at the dripping pane In the warm June rain Could we live it all over again Were it worth the pain Could the passionate past that is fled Call back its dead Well if my Heart must break Dear Love for your sake It will break in music I know Poets heart break so... But stranged that I

Rose
The red rose whispers of passion, And the white rose breathes of love; O, the red rose is a falcon, And the white rose is a dove. But I send you a cream-white rosebud With a flush on its petal tips; For the love that is purest and sweetest Has a kiss of desire on the lips.

The Rose (a Poem Thats Was Turned Into A Song)
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. ITS THE HEART AFRAID OF BREAKING THAT NEVER LEARNS TO DANCE , ITS THE DREAM AFRAID OF WAKING THAT NEVER TAKES THE CHANCE, ITS THE ONE THAT WON'T BE TAKEN WHO CAN NOT SEEN TO GIVE, AND THE SOUL AFRAID OF DYING THAT NEVER LEARNS TO LIVE. AND THE NIGHT HAS BEEN TOO LONELY AND THE ROAD HAS BEEN TO LONG. AND YOU THINK THAT LOVE IS ONLY FOR THE LUCKYAND THE STRONG. JUST REMEMBER IN THE WINTER FAR BENEATH THE BITTER SNOW LIES THE SEED THAT WITH THE SUN'S LOVE, IN THE SPRING,BECOMES A ROSE.

A Rose Is Just A Rose
Have you ever had feelings so strong, that you can't even describe them- Something that has you so confused, If someone was to ask you anything about it, you couldn't describe, you couldn't answer it, cause the words just couldn't form in ure head, and release through ure mouth. Confusing right- It's not really.... Have you ever seen something/someone so pretty, that you became numb, speechless rather. You feel you're feet lifting from under you. A rose is just a rose- sort of something like saying that a dog, is just a dog- A dog wouldn't crow, like a rooster..... Have you ever been in a mid life truma, I know, It happens - I think I've been through mine - tho, I'm not mid life yet... I think I've been there...I was a mess, I was caught in a wreck...And I couldn't get out of it. I didn't even know how to describe it. A rose is just a rose, a red rose, that smells so sweet... A rose is just a rose, and the reason for typing this is just purely boredome.....

The Rose (not By Me But The Original Song Lyrics)
This is the original lyrics from the song "The Rose", one of the most beautiful and romantic songs ever. 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 it's 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 too 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.

Rose
I HOPE I GET THIS BACK I believe that without a friend you are missing out on a lot!!! But don't just send it back, send it on to everyone.. Have a nice day, and I'm glad we are friends!!! ......... , . ~ . ~ , ~ , ........... ......... ).. - ~. . ' ..( ............ ........ ( . . . ...(......) ........... .........| . . . . . ).....| ........... .........{.. . . . .(. . ./ ............ ............ =(.. /.)= ............... ............... -;..;-' ................ .................)|( , ................. ................. || _.-'| ............. ............. , _|| .._,/ ............. ....... , ... ....|| .' ................. ......|...|...,...||/ ................... ..../...| /|., |Y|| .................... ... '-...'-._....||/ ................... ........ >_.-..Y| ................... ............. , _|| .................... ................. || .................... ................. || .................... ................. || .................... .......

Roses
A Bed of Roses A bed of roses, A field of poppies, The landscape ends, To begin with clear blue sky. No clouds to break, This illusion of peace, No sun, but yet I'm warm, A gentle breeze, But no grass stirs, No movement but The beat of my heart. Laying close together, But yet I'm alone, A bed of roses, A field of poppies. Just a dream , The affair of the heart.

Rose Meanings
1 ROSE - Love at first sight / Exceptional love all concentrated on you. 2 ROSES - Unity & Mutual Feelings / Two of us deeply in love. 3 ROSES - I Love You !!!/ I love you. 7 ROSES - I’m infatuated with You !!!/ I want to be yours. 9 ROSES - Together As Long as We Live !!! / Love each other eternally. 10 ROSES - You’re Perfect !!! 11 ROSES - You are my Treasured one !! / You are the one I love most in my life. 12 ROSES - Be my Steady / Satisfactory union and mutual affinity. 13 ROSES - Forever Friends !!! / Secret admirer. 15 ROSES - I’m really sorry !! 20 ROSES - I’m sincere towards You!!! 21 ROSES - I’m Committed to You !!! 24 ROSES - Remember fondly every moment (24 hours cannot forget you). 33 ROSES - Saying "I love you" with PROFOUND LOVE 36 ROSES - I’ll remember our Romantic Moments / Feeling romantic attachment because you came to me. 40 ROSES - My love is genuine !!! 44 ROSES - Constant unchangeable pledge. 50 ROSES - This is Regretless Love.

Roses And Hanging Baskets
ROSES & HANGING BASKETS A teenage granddaughter comes downstairs for her date with this see-through blouse on and no bra. Her grandmother just pitched a fit, telling her not to dare go out like that! The teenager tells her 'Loosen up Grams. These are modern times. You gotta let your rose buds show!' and out she goes. The next day the teenager comes down stairs, and the grandmother is sitting there with no top on. The teenager wants to die. She explains to her grandmother that she has friends coming over and that it is just not appropriate.... The grandmother says, 'Loosen up, Sweetie. If you can show off your rose buds, then I can display my hanging baskets. Happy Gardening.

Roses For My Wife
Heartistic Soul is doing a contest and I would like to try this. If you could please send me 1 friendship rose or as many as you would like. If you would like me to rate pictures, stash, bomb a contest or anything for them i will do that, please send me a pm and let me know, or if you just want to because you are my friend or just to be generous and send me some that would be great also. Please let me know. The friendship roses are 500 fubucks each..about the same as most the virtual gifts. If you would like to send me some please go to Heartistic Soul page and fupal her money and let her know you would like the friendship roses to go to User Name: mommatasha and the User ID: 1103411. I really appreciate any and all help I can get. Thanks so much for the ones that have been helping me. I couldn't ask for better friends and family. Here is the link to go to her page to fu-pal money for the friendship roses: Heartistic Soul@ fubar Thank You All So Very Much This Bul

Roses And Paper Hearts
Roses are like paper hearts They are so beautiful So full of life Colorful and the intention is to brighten your day. But they fall apart, almost as soon as you touch them. Soon they smell rancid, or crack and get discolored. What was once beautiful can only be a memory. Instead of Roses or Paper hearts give me an Oak tree, Sturdy , hardy and full of lasting promise. Or Love me like an Ocean, always turning and rushing to meet the tide like a lover. Anything but a rose or a paper heart. Something I can watch grow, look at without it becoming tarnished or old. I want it to last forever, not just one day, one week, one month or a year. Forever.

3 Roses
A sexually active woman tells her plastic surgeon that she wanted her vaginal lips reduced in size because they were too loose and floppy. Out of embarrassment she insisted that the surgery be kept a secret and the surgeon agreed. Awakening from the anaesthesia after the surgery she found 3 roses carefully placed beside her on the bed. Outraged, she immediately calls in the doctor. "I thought I asked you not to tell anyone about my operation!" The surgeon told her he had carried out her wish for confidentiality and that the first rose was from him: "I felt sad because you went through this all by yourself." "The second rose is from my nurse. She assisted me in the surgery and empathized because she had had the same procedure done some time ago." "And what about the third rose ?" she asked. "That's from a man upstairs in the burn unit. He wanted to thank you for his new ears."

Rose Video Made For Me By Rose Ty Xoxo
MADE BY ROSE TY XOXO TO ALL MY FRIENDS & FANS,& WHO EVER VIEWS MY PAGE & PROFILE. WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW,WHO IS BEHIND WHAT EVER YOU SEE OR HEAR ON MY PAGE. MY SWEET AND LOVING FRIEND ROSE ,MADE EDITED & DESIGNED THIS PAGE FOR ME.SHE TOOK A LOT OF TIME TO DO THIS.I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT AS MUCH AS I LOVE IT,AND HER. THANK YOU ROSE XOXOXO

Roses And Violets Lynch The Moon
Radioactive, toxic, volatile, flammable, explosive Powerful witchcraft lurks around us, potentially destructive Just when you thought the world was safe for a casual existence Seeds of apocalyptic nightmares contaminate the surface How do you blossom when the whole globe is hand-made, plan-based? Live a synthetically contrived life on slick, pale, dead land Locked in containment-fields where tensions and grudges are abrasive Radioactive, toxic, volatile, flammable, explosive

The Rose
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, it's only seed. It's the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance It's the dream afraid of walking, that never takes the chance It's the one who wont be taken,the one who can't seem to give And the soul afraid of dying,that never learns to live. When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long And you think that love is only for lucky and strong Just rembember that in the winter, far beneath the bitter snow Lies the seed,that with the suns love in the spring becomes the rose.

A Rose
A rose symbols love and beauty When it is compared to a person When I look at myself I do not see a beautiful Rose All I see is a wilting 'For Get Me Not' Because I am also in the cold No one ever listening to my words Me hoping no one will forget me when I leave Yet because I am still wilting And no one is trying to keep me from dying I will never be remembered I will never understand the true meaning of love and beauty So, I am not a Rose but a wilting For Get Me Not who has no one trying to save from dying So please everyone for get me not Please do not let this flower die before it ever blooms into a Beautiful Rose Or at leasts die trying

The Rose
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 it's only seed It's the heart afraid of breaking That never learns to dance Its the dream afraid of waking That never takes the chance It's the one who won't be taken, That cannot seem to give And the soul afraid of dying That never learns to live when the night has been too lonely And the road has been too long And you think that love is only For the lucky and the strong Just remember in the winter Far beneath the bitter snow Lies the seed that with the sun's love, In the spring, becomes a rose.

The Rose Or The Rock?
I ask myself whether I want to be As open as a rose fresh and fragrant or to be hard and cold like a rock That weathers all that comes. For an open rose is thrown into A weathering storm torn and shredded it shall be. While a rock can be hit by lightning, Rolled by thunder, blown by wind, and poured upon Yet it dries and seems to be unharmed. Some say you can't be charmed? While others are only harmed. For I do not know any answers I only have the questions in my mind Those of which swirl like the sand In the middle of the Sahara Desert. For I do not know which I favor The rose or the rock.

Rose Of My Heart
We're the best partners this world's ever seen Together we're as close as can be But sometimes it's hard to find time in between To tell you what you mean are to me You are the rose of my heart You are the love of my life A flower not faded nor falling apart If you're tired, rest your head on my arm Rose of my Heart. When sorrow holds you in it's arms of clay It's raindrops that fall from your eyes Your smile is the sun come to earth for a day You brighten my blackest of skies You are the rose of my heart You are the love of my life A flower not faded nor falling apart If you're cold let my love make you warm Rose of my heart So hard times are easy times, what do I care There's nothing I'd change if I could The tears and the laughter are things that we share Your hand in mine makes it good You are the rose of my heart You are the love of my life A flower not faded nor falling apart If you're tired, rest your head on my arm R

Rose Of A Grave
Come like the dusk Like a rose on the grave of love You were my lust Like a rose on the grave of love I curse the day I first saw you Like a rose that is born to bloom Don't look at me the way you do Like the roses, they fear the gloom Your thorns, they kissed my blood Your passion healed, your expectation kills And who would know better than I do? Pretended you loved me! Indeed, reality seems far When a rose is in love with you Slaves of our hearts, that's what we were We loved and died where roses grew They watched us silently A rose is free, a rose is wild And who would know better than I do? Roses are not made for love

Rose Of Sharyn
Numb and broken, here I stand alone Wondering what were the last words I said to you Hoping, praying that I'll find a way to turn back time Can I turn back time? What would I give to behold The smile, the face of love? You never left me The rising sun will always speak your name Numb and broken, here I stand alone Wondering what were the last words I said to you It won't be long, we'll meet again What would I give to behold The smile, the face of love? You never left me The rising sun will always speak your name It won't be long, we'll meet again Your memory is never passing It won't be long, we'll meet again My love for you is everlasting I mourn for those who never knew you It won't be long, we'll meet again Your memory is never passing It won't be long, we'll meet again My love for you is everlasting

Rose Among Thorns
She is my rose among thorns In her my faith has been restored She is my shelter from the storm My heart finds rest on her shore Sincerity thats so refreshing The epitome of a true blessing She is proof that there is a God No greater treasure has any man ever sought Her beauty I will remember forevermore I thank the Heavens for this rose among thorns

The Rose
The Rose Pretty flowers in rows amongst gardens… They cling to life as the grounds hardens… Beautiful roses and subtle hands… Shivering petals from your touch not knowing where your fingers land… You hand weaves around blood red and yellow roses… Plucking the only black one, as it melts in your hand like osmosis… Gazing upon its lovely and strange self… Warm embrace and soft caress is what you felt… Sweet smell and light embrace… As you pull the rose and caress your face… Sweet returns as the rose feels your skin… Throbbing from the rose’s heart that pulses from within… Simple pleasures from a loving embrace… And enormous passion and flourishment that the rose felt upon that face… Fear strikes as the rose is pulled away… No more warm caress and soft embrace here to stay… The rose slips from the fallen hand with all its might… And hit’s the ground and away from his sight… Shivering petals and dying heart throbs… As you move on to prettier roses and igno

Roses Of The Star Dragon
Roses of the Star Dragon If you look at the sky, on a night so bright you will see stars, twinkling gems in the night Up there, high, so high in the sky there lives Star Dragons, so far from our sight These mighty creatures, with wings so wide do not let us see them, until the night arise Then they come as we rest, so quiet in their moves you do not awake or stir, as they hum dream-tunes Star Dragons are older than any creature we know older than sky, older than moon, they learn and also know Where do they come from? some people may wonder they are born from stars, from mans dream and other... One of these dragons, a queen of her kind with judgement and wisdom, that comes from right mind With stars and roses speckled on her wings she flies through dreams and bring order in things Two kinds of roses she bears on her wings On the left is violet, on the right is black Violet is for the good dreams... she sings so softly But the black shall be unseen... is add

Rose Garden Lounge
WELCOME TO THE NEWEST LOUNGE IN THE MENTAL MADNESS FAMILY OF LOUNGES..... THE ROSE GARDEN IS NOW OPEN AN READY FOR YOU TO COME IN AN GET YOUR GROOVE ON.... AN THIS THURSDAY EVENING IS TRIVIA NIGHT SO COME ON IN AN HAVE SOME FUN AN TEST YOUR WITS..... WE'D LOVE TO HAVE YOU ALL THERE..... CLICK ON THE PICTURE TO GO TO THE ROSE GARDEN!! THIS MESSAGE IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY Taintedrage

Rose Of.....
As I plant a seed into the soil, the soil of my unpredictable life. Hoping for each seed to blossom throughout the darken night. Without the knowledge of knowing what each seed will form into... But a rose I wish upon a star for this precious seed to be I will pray so my rose will be a rose filled with love and beauty With Gracefulness and Charm A rose that would be viewed as a quantum characteristic that accounts for the existence of love A while It took to search for the perfect seed, till I found the one that spoke the language of love back to me The seed of desire that will blossom into A perfect love for me to call my own. The petals on that rose Will be the petals that present my life such a life I will live, for all I long for is to find the perfect love to call my own... Such beauty, such desire Such sweet scent I want you to hold proudly I will not fear to see what you might become For I shall not walk away I will be here waiting for you You a

Rose Buds & Hanging Baskets .....lol
A teenage granddaughter comes downstairs for her date with this see-through blouse on and no bra. Her grandmother just pitched a fit, telling her not to dare go out like that! The teenager tells her 'Loosen up Grams, These are modern times. You gotta let your rose buds show!' And out she goes. The next day the teenager comes down stairs and the grandmother is sitting there with no top on. The teenager wants to die. She explains to her grandmother that she has friends coming over and that it is just not appropriate.... The grandmother says, 'Loosen up, Sweetie, If you can show off your rose buds, then I can display my hanging baskets. Happy Gardening. (This is too funny not to share!)

Roses Bully
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Roses And Baskets
ROSES & HANGING BASKETS A teenage granddaughter comes downstairs for her date with this see-through blouse on and no bra. Her grandmother just pitched a fit, telling her not to dare go out like that! The teenager tells her 'Loosen up Grams. These are modern times. You gotta let your rose buds show!'and out she goes. The next day the teenager comes down stairs, and the grandmother is sitting there with no top on. The teenager wants to die. She explains to her grandmother that she has friends coming over and that it is just not appropriate.... The grandmother says,'Loosen up,Sweetie. If you can show off your rose buds, then I can display my hanging baskets.'

Rose Are Red
Roses are red, violets are korny, when I think of you Ohh baby I get horny, Eat me, Beat me, Bite me, Blow me, Suck me, Fuck me, Very Slowly, if you kiss me, don't be sassy, Use your tongue and make it nasty!!! Pass this on to atleast 8 people... If you get it back atleast 5 times, you know your a SEXY beast PASS IT ON TO ANYONE YOU THINK IS FUCKING SEXY!!!

Rose Within My Heart By Me. Xoxo
THE ROSE WITH IN MY HEART BY ROSE XOXO THE ROSE WITHIN MY HEART 10/26/2005 I LAY AWAKE AT NIGHT IN MY LONELY BED. I TURN OUT THE LIGHT TO FIND A SHADOW ON THE WALL, OF A MILKY TWILIGHT ABOVE MY HEAD. I LOOK OUT THE WINDOW TO SEE THE BEAUTIFUL MOON AND STAR'S SO BRIGHT. ALL ALONE IN MY LONELY BED. I CLOSE MY EYES AND HEAR THE BEATING OF MY HEART. COUNTING THE BEATS,I FALL ASLEEP. TO ONCE AGAIN TO SEE YOUR FACE, MY BEATING HEART WHISK'S ME AWAY. WAITING FOR YOUR KISSES SO SOFT AND SWEET. I SEE YOUR FACE, AND WANT YOUR WARM EMBRACE. I HEAR YOUR VOICE SO SOFT AND TENDER. CALLING MY NAME. YOUR ARMS REACH OUT FOR MINE. I'M WRAPPED IN YOUR ARMS, THAT ARE SO WARM AND TENDER. I LOOK INTO YOUR EYES, THAT ARE SHINING SO BRIGHT. THE ROSE IN MY HEART IS OPENING WIDE. YOUR LIPS TOUCH MINE. I HAVE A WARM FEELING, WAY DEEP DOWN INSIDE. MY EMOTION'S ARE RUNNING WILD. AS I CALL OUT YOUR NAME, MY HEART BEGINS TO TREMBLE. I CAN

Roses
Roses are wet violets are korny, when I think of you Ohh baby I get horny, Eat me, Beat me, Bite me, Blow me, Suck me, Fuck me, Very Slowly, if you kiss me, don't be sassy, Use your tongue and make it nasty!!! Pass this on to atleast 8 people... If you get it back at least 5 times, you know your a SEXY beast PASS IT ON TO ANYONE YOU THINK IS FUCKING SEXY

Rosemary Lane
Rosemary Lane *originally written approxametly the 12th Century* When I was in service in Rosemary Lane I won the good will of my master Amberdine Until a young sailor came there to stay And that was the beginning of my misery He called for a candle to light him to bed Aand likewise a silk hankerchief to tie up his hair To tie up his hair as sailors will do, "And third my pretty dar'ling, will you come too?" Now this may seem young and foolish, she thought it no harm To lie on thebed to keep herself warm And what was done there, I shall never disclose But I wish that short night had been 7 long years So early next morning this sailor arose And into my pockets 3 guineas did throw Saying"Tthis I will give and more I will do If you'll be my dar'ling wherever I go" Now if it's a boy, he'll fight for the King And if it's a girl she'll wear a gold ring She'll wear a gold ring and a dress all aflame And remember my service in Rosemary Lane Whe

Roses...♥
Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say, I love you even more this year, than last year on this day. My love for you will always grow, with every passing year." She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear. She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day. Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away. He always liked to do things early, way before the time. Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine. She trimmed the stems and placed them in a very special vase. Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face. She would sit for hours, In her husband's favorite chair. While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there. A year went by, and it was to live without her mate. With loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate. Then, the very hour, The doorbell rang, and there were roses sitting by her door. She brought the roses in, and then just looked at th

A Rose By My Window
Some years ago I was given a token of hope, Overflowing with beauty and far was its scope, It spoke to me radiantly And blossomed and bloomed Evading nature.s seasonality And lived and lived, survived In the minds of many but hearts of few Encompassing deep fragrances among those that drew A pure conclusion That this humble dedication Was a thorny return for The petals that paved the path to my love. I believe it was meant to be true, After all, the rose by my window was none other than you

The Rose
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 it’s 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 dying That never learns to live. And the night has been too lonely And the road has been too long. And you think that love is only For the lucky and the strong. Just remember in the winter Far beneath the bitter snow Lies the seed that with the sun’s love, In the spring, becomes a rose.

Roses Have Thorns
Each day i wake up and look at my two beautiful girls and i just feel and know how strong i am and how proud i am of my self know each day i know that i have to be the mother and father of the kids be that selfish bastard decides to walk out on us bc it got to hard on him i mean what the fuck its not he broke his back takin care of thes beautiful kids only gettin 3 hours of sleep each night willing waking up gratly waking up to them in the morning to them to know i created them i mean come on that is the role of a parent right but what ever ya know his loss he left took off he will soon regret what he has lost but i will never look back i will keep looking forward with my two beautiful girls so look out world 3 strong girls are out in this world to rock

A Rose
A Rose Laid here on my page A Rose so sweet in scent A GORGEOUS flower From a heavenly decent Bringing me peace Bringing a smile to me Bringing new ears to hear Bringing new eyes to see This sweet rose The scent mixes with my ink Building our bond An unbreakable link Gently she lays here My words in her shadow Stilling the nights creatures As our love simply flows She touches me softly My heart pounds in my chest Lay your head on me Come My Angel and rest You are a rose to me Soft with your own beauty A Strength all your own You love has renewed me Every day I wish to breath Your delicious fragrance Your petals in bloom Like the night skies expanse

Rosetta Stoned
All righty then. Picture this if you will. 10 to 2 AM, X, Yogi DMT, and a box of Krispy Kremes, in my need-to-know post just outside Area 51 Contemplating the whole chosen people thingy when just then a flaming stealth banana split the sky like one would hope but never really expect to see in a place like this Cutting right angle doughnuts on a dime and stopping right at my Birkenstocks and me yelping... HOLY FUCKING SHIT Holy fucking shit Fucking shit Holy fucking shit Holy fucking shit Holy fucking shit...fucking shit...fucking shit Then the X-Files being, looking like some kinda blue-green Jackie Chan With Isabella Rossellini lips and breath that reeked of vanilla chig champa Did a slow-mo Matrix decent outta the butt end of the banana vessel and hovered above my bug-eyes, My gaping jaw, And my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip, And all I could think was, I hope Uncle Quark here doesn't notice That I pissed my fucking pants. So light in his way Like an appa

The Roses
For those who really care about me don't cry for me when i'm gone remember the good time's and if you want to carry on my memory then light a candle for me two time's a year one on my birthday one on my death day as for those of you who don't come around while i'm alive the don't bother when i'm dead you people are the worse i watched how it happen with my parent's and i don't care to think about it when i die so like my mother said give me my rose's while i'm alive because i sure as hell cant use them when i'm dead ...........

A Rose On Her Casket
a rose on her casket as i lay the roses on her casket. consumed by sorrow and pain. as my tears fall and my world crashes into the puddles of rain. i know that this feeling shall never pass as my mind races through memories past. this home we made, i thought would last i remember the moment, i fell in love. it all started with a touch, and a glance, a spark of romance and the world was set for the two of us. all the laughter, and the tears, the names in the sand, as we walked hand in hand you held me captivated through all these years. i can still see all the joy in your eyes. at the birth of our daughter. you looked into my eyes with such love and pride and introduced her to her father as i stood there and cried now i lay here alone through every sleepless night with thoughts of you i cann see your face i can still smell your scent on my pillow case the taste of your lips the subtle passion in your eyes all your love i could never deny and

Rose
I am unfolding gently beneath Your loving touch Becoming I let wholeness breath my Petals free Awareness Sweet fragrant spirit touching Senses into life Wisdom Giving beauty back to the universe Knowing Each petal, sweet miracle of life Oneness We are hues of color, yet one In spirits blossom

A Rose By Any Other Name
would smell as sweet! This particular Rose is by far the sweetest! She's always got my back and makes time for me and she knows I would do the same for her! Please help me to show some fu-love to her by rating or rerating her page and hit it with some ♥ Don't forget to buy the lady a drink too ;) But since your there...why not add and fan her too? She'll return the ♥!!! ♥®ô§£ ßµÐ ♥@ fubar Much ♥ & thanks!! Please repost this!!

Rose Funeral Interview
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Rose
ROSE Gender: Feminine Usage: English, French Pronounced: ROZ [key] Originally a Norman form of a Germanic name, which was composed of the elements hrod "fame" and heid "kind, sort, type". It was introduced to England by the Normans in the forms Roese or Rohese. From an early date it was associated with the word for the fragrant flower rose (derived from Latin rosa). When the name was revived in the 19th century, it was probably with the flower in mind. ---------------------------------------- A rose is a perennial flower shrub or vine of the genus Rosa, within the family Rosaceae, that contains over 100 species. The species form a group of erect shrubs, and climbing or trailing plants, with stems that are often armed with sharp thorns. Most are native to Asia, with smaller numbers of species native to Europe, North America, and northwest Africa. Natives, cultivars and hybrids are all widely grown for their beauty and fragrance. [1] The leaves are alternate and pinna

Rose Covered Heart Box
rose covered heart gift box Let her tuck away her precious treasures within this quick and easy box of secrets. With 3D stickers, this gift is a quick paint-and-stick project. Change the colors and you've got a great masculine catch all for your boyfriend or husband as well! view enlarged picture You Will Need wood heart shaped box red or other colored paint paint brush sandpaper 3D sticker of your choice Directions Lightly sand box. Paint entire box. Let dry. Paint second coat. Let dry. Affix sticker to top of box. What to put inside! The box doesn't need to be the gift itself. Use it as a gorgeous wrapping to help you unveil a beautiful gift inside! Below are a few suggestions on what to fill your gift from the heart with! Rose Petals Hershey's Kisses and/or Hugs 101 Reasons Why You Love Your Partner Love Coupons Tickets To A Play, Movie or Sporting Event Jewelry Perfume Samples Clues To A Scavenger Hunt Mini-Disc of Love S

Rose Crafts
Drying Roses If you want to keep your roses whole, or would like to use the dried petals in a craft like potpourri, you’ll need to dry your flowers. The easiest way to do this is to hang your flowers upside down in a cool, dark place. I like to use a closet to dry my flowers, and it has the extra advantage of scenting any clothes that might be in that closet. Tie a string around the stem of the flower, then tie the other end to a hanger or to the closet rod. Allow the flowers to dry for a couple of weeks before using. I have a few dried roses that have lasted very well for more than five years. Some flowers are not as pretty after drying, but dark colored roses almost always look nice (pink and white roses can turn brown, but they still smell nice). To use the petals, simple pull them off the stem. [edit]Rose Votives If your petals are still fresh, you can decorate votive candle holders with the petals. Choose a plain glass candle holder and a selection of about 2

"rose Garden"
Beautiful colors of pinks and yellows, reds and oranges fill the rose garden that is life, providing happiness and smiles, showing love and affection to those who are special to us, but in amongst all of these beautiful roses there are black roses, not the ones people say are really deep purple, but a pure deep black. These roses represent the hurt and sadness in life. Some people have only a few scattered throughout their garden, but my garden has many, in fact there are entire sections of my garden where only these roses grow. My roses too are unique in that when they open and blossom they appear to cry tears of crimson. A phenomenon others do not understand, because as others pass by my garden all they see are the beautiful colored roses along the perimeter, not looking inside where the roses that thrive are the black, bleeding roses of my life. I have been told in time these roses will adapt and change and gain the color of the other roses, but when? It has been almost 30 yea

The Rose’s
For those who really care about me don't cry for me when i'm gone remember the good time's and if you want to carry on my memory then light a candle for me two time's a year one on my birthday one on my death day as for those of you who don't come around while i'm alive the don't bother when i'm dead you people are the worse i watched how it happen with my parent's and i don't care to think about it when i die so like my mother said give me my rose's while i'm alive because i sure as hell cant use them when i'm dead ...........

A Rose
My love for you is like a red, red rose, It started as a seed but it’s grown and grown. Its roots reach deep down inside of my chest, And it grows even more with each passing breath. The delicate petals lay beautiful and pure, All the doubts that I’ve had you have since cured. For all the thorns that this proud rose bears, They are all softened by the thought of your care. Soon the rose grows old and withers and dies, But the love that helped grow it will last for all time.

A Rose
A Rose One would at first be inclined to compare A simple, perfect rose to this lovely lady fair But such a comparison would never hold true In describing a woman as lovely as you For a rose holds thorns, no matter it’s beauty But you bear no thorns that I can see Instead, like the petal, desired so much Beautiful to see yet forbidden to touch A perfect flower, undreamt in a perfect dream Like a rose set adrift in the purest of cream

The Rose
The rose is often used to show your affectionate love to that someone special in your life. The (R) in the word rose represents The radiance of beauty of the rose. For no flower can compare. For you are like the rose my love and compare to none. The (O) represents the outstanding depths of color of each petal of the rose. It's like the outstanding depths of color that sparkle in your beautiful eyes. The (S) represents the softness of each petal of the rose. For your lips are like the petals of a rose, soft and sweet to each kiss. The (E) represents the everlasting beauty of the rose, for the rose soon fades and dies. But the everlasting beauty of it stays in the eye of your mind forever for you are like the rose my love, for your beauty is everlasting neither fades nor dies in the eyes of the one that loves you. By:William Bean

The Rose Of Love By Clayton Bruster
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The Rose
by jennifer ravenscroft Where has a mothers joy gone? Where is her song? It has woundered from where it belongs. Where once the light of her heart burned a bright future now darkness creeps in and binds like a suture. Where once when she saw him her heart swelled with pride; disappointment has cut its way inside. Who is this stranger?Not one she knows,for there is no love in him; at least none that show the pressure of the weeds has choked out the rose

The Rose
The roses' thorns cut through my skin,A drop of blood falls down;My heart is broken, my soul is burnt...I'm falling to the ground.The rose you gave me long ago,I hold onto it still;A love that was lost long ago;A love for which I'd kill...I know I'll never let it go,This rose composed of blood...The more and more I miss youMeans the deeper the thorns go.You kissed me on the cheek,and then you handed me this rose...And even on my deathbed,I will never let it go...

A Rose Within
A Rose Within A certain man planted a rose and watered it faithfully, and before it blossomed, he examined it. He saw the bud that would soon blossom and also the thorns. And he thought, "How can any beautiful flower come from a plant burdened with so many sharp thorns?" Saddened by this thought, he neglected to water the rose, and before it was ready to bloom, it died. So it is with many people. Within every soul there is a rose. The God-like qualities planted in us at birth grow amid the thorns of our faults. Many of us look at ourselves and see only the thorns, the defects. We despair; thinking that nothing good can possibly come from us. We neglect to water the good within us, and eventually it dies. We never realize our potential. Some people do not see the rose within themselves; someone else must show it to them. One of the greatest gifts a person can possess is to be able to reach past the thorns and find the rose within others. This is the characteristic of love, to look

The Rose Test
You Believe that Love is Mysterious When you think of love, you think of what could be possible in the future. In love, you see things how they could be. You are wrapped up in your own dreams. If you are in love, you want the whole world to know it. You don't hold back with letting people know. You are impatient in love. You are so eager to fall in love that you often fall for the wrong person. The Rose Test

Rose
The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being.She said, 'Hi handsome.. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?'I laughed and enthusiastically responded, 'Of course you may!' and she gave me a giant squeeze.'Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?' I asked.She jokingly replied, 'I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids...''No seriously,' I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.'I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!' she told me.After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would l

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A rosebud , for a beautiful gal. With the skin of gold, and the hair of an angle To have her come back to me. The beautiful girl with the rosebud in hand , Awaiting the guys return. Eleven other rosebuds to make it a dozen, And a ring to say "Will you marry me?" A smile on her face, A ring on her hand, The answer is held in her heart and hands. A smile on his face, A kiss on the lips, And a playful push to run and play.