The Blue Rose		Murder At Sleepy Hallow
Fahrenheit 104�		Chivalry in the 90s
Summmer Fling		Limerick: Red Hot Lover
In Too Deep		Days of Wine and Roses
Love�s Blazing Parasite		So, You�ve Finally Joined the Darkside, Luke!
September		Raven's Lair

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She was a tender rose bud, just beginning to blossom God! Beauty graced her with its' splendor In all the World there was not one Quite like her... Yet she was different from the rest And this diversity saddened her so very much For what she desired most... Was to resemble all her sisters And this diversity was her crutch!

What made her different was her hue Unlike her sisters, which glowed with a marvellous pink blush... Her countenance was...blue! In silence she suffered such disgrace Why had God reproached her so? As to disfigure her face With such a homely glow?

A young girl came across the meadow One golden afternoon And beheld the lovely glow Which iminated from the roses on that lovely day in June.

The girl smelled their wonderful fragrance And delighted in their beauty... She wanted to pick just the perfect rose... one with elegance; She wished for the perfect rose that would shine for all the world to see And then she gaced upon the most exquisite rose of all!!! She was mesmorized and gasped in splendor This rose was so different that it did enthrall her very essence and filled all her senses With such joy and wonder At the beauty she had gazed upon... Never had she seen such beauty in her young existance! As this one perfect rose so rare! All the roses in the garden Felt proud as proud can be... For they felt sure that she would pick them For their exotic beauty And the blue rose felt a tear...a solitary tear For she knew that the girl would pass her by ! But she need not fear... The girl bent down and it was 'Blue' whom she came by And 'Blue' was tickled pink with glee... For it was she that would grace the girl's world with 'True' beauty & elegance... As she sat pretty inside that ivory vase!!!

Mary Gonzalez © Copyright, 1999

It was on a rhuemy night In late October By the pale moonlight Near the old Northern Church you shall remember There was an old, old, archaic cemetary By the creepy town of Sleepy Hallow...

Old man Steve, The old caretaker... On All Hallow's Eve... By the creepy embers... Would wander endlessly Throughout the icy graveyard...mysteriously;

The moon was full and oh, so eerie! The wind howled like a wounded animal The terrain was cold and oh, so scary!

On this chilly, Eve in late October Come midnight you can feel a chill run down your spine And on some premonition you can gather A certain supernatural phenomena just about to occur! About half past midnight Old man Steve When the nocturnal sun shone brightly upon the ghostly sky On the Eve of October thirty-one... Steve, wandered alone and weary By the light of candlelight Through the tombstones he walked by Heaven knows what business brought him there! But as i spied upon him behind the Church I could see a trail of bloody bones oh, too clear! I could see, keenly as a raven upon its' perch That crazy geezer digging feverishly away All night long he dug that hole While his eyes lay open like a dead man's eyes His mind's eye replayed his evil crime As the churchbell echoed loudly its' accussing chime! His whole life flashed before him as it revealed the awful deed that he did sow... Then he let out a ghastly cry As the sickle swung to and fro And to this day and this very hour No body knows for certain... What became of the old geezer... and I, in utter shock and surprise Was struck blind upon witnessing this terrifying crime! Now, nobody can ever know the fate Of Old man Steve, the old caretaker... Nor solve the Murder at Sleepy Hallow And I in my madness still play the whole thing over and over in my head... Wishing, O, wishing, that it were I whom Mr. Reaper took instead!!!

Mary Gonzalez © Copyright, 1999

The room went up in flames! Set ablaze by the intensity... Nevertheless, tell me--who really is to blame?

On the nightstand, one single candle consumed itself too quickly... I guess the heat was too hot to handle! So it burned itself out from the intensity.

The atmosphere, too, was so hot and sticky, mingled with sweat, humidity, and dew. And the density of this steamy night! Add to this the carnal heat Of two bodies grinding together between satin sheets, Like two matches hitting against sulfer... As they combust and ignite!!!

Oh! The temperature rose to 104�F

consuming everything until all was gone! A 5- alarm fire, enveloping the very soul of passion, now, do tell me, please...who really is to blame? The candle, the hot sticky summer�s eve, or the heat between the sheets!

Mary Gonzalez © Copyright, 1999

My body aches all over!!! My heart is crushed so much I wish upon a four leaf clover That I can feel love�s sensual touch!!!

Oh, I wonder In this modern age and time Do women who are afraid of thunder Get rescued by a certain prince, sublime.

Are there still knights-in-shining armor in the 90�s Or have they died in the afterglow Of the turn of the century... Where are the real princes now!!!

Are they hidden in some kingdom? Concealed within the ghettoes... Beyond the slums? Are there anymore chiverly? Heaven knows!

But late at night upon my bed I swear that I can listen to a faraway voice More beautiful than any sound I�ve ever heard... Amid the hustle and noise... And the chaos of traffic down below... I hear a soft ballad in the distance. I lay my head upon my pillow... And I can see a handsome prince!

He is coming my way He is fighting the muggers and the dealers... Who by day Walk as decent citizens and drive 18 wheelers But by night they rob and steal;

My friend, Rita says there aint no such thing. "Ha! Girl you are crazy!" You must find a real man to give you a 14K diamond ring... Not waste your time all day...

There are no knights down 54th Street Only the Knights of Columbus Square... Girl, you better land down on your feet And start shaking that derrier!

But I am certain that even in this modern day and age There still exsists men of nobility Who are willing to fight violence and rampage... With boldness, bravery, and chivelry... In the name of love, romance, and honor... For love they will put up a good fight... And i know it is true... For this very night I�ve met a true, authentic knight!

Mary Gonzalez © Copyright, 1999

You came to me one Summers� Eve From the warm climate of Puerto Rico. With a warm, hispanic passion So suave and �rico� We became good friends... Inspite of our commitments;

It was a sweet thing!! It was the sweetest of all seasons... It was the coolest, sweetest summer fling! Ahh!! What good times we had!!! How I hated to part... When the season ended....it was so sad!! It nearly broke my heart!

But you had your commitments as well as I And we both had to let go And when you said goodbye!! I held all my emotions in and wouldn�t show The pain I felt inside; just could not let you see my cry!

But we enjoyed our long goodbye kiss And the feel of your hand touching my brow I will always tressure always As am certain That you will always cherish The precious season we shared In the company of each other!

And I am sure it will remain forever A part of you and me that we�ll both enjoy... A lovely season where neither reservation nor fear Kept us from pure, unadulterated fun and joy Which made our hearts dance and sing! Thank you for your companionship, my friend I just hated that it had to end!! Forever we shall keep this summer fling Inside, locked within our memories... And carry it within our hearts like a precious souvenire!

Mary Gonzalez © Copyright, 1999

I once had a red-hot lover Who got hot with me under the cover When the two of us got together It was a towering inferno Which seemed to burn forever!!!

Mary Gonzalez © Copyright, 1999

The black waters of the deep engulf me-- Water so black and deep... Like blue-black ebony; The pressure of the gigantic waves Overwhelms me so! And I, frantic, a scream of terror gave. As I descended like a spiral down below Unto a watery grave.

My body fell where sunken ships descend... A bed that with ancient ruins and the dead is paved! My fate now lies in neptune's hand But my eternal soul, even Heaven cannot save!

Mary Gonzalez © Copyright, 1999

Can you remember days of yore When the brisk knock of a true gentleman Came softly rapping at your door? And when you answered he gave you A most distinquishing nod Which just by the gesture you knew His heartfelt intentions; Gone are the days of wine and roses When lovers met underneath heaven's crystal chandelier In formal attire And danced all night long until dawn To the tender tune of love's angelic choir When hearts melted unceasingly By love's eternal fire And romance swept everyone off their feet As lovers swayed in a romantic trance By the steady rhythm of harps and lyres And lovers everywhere Tried desperately to satiate Their ravenous desires Those were the good old days of yore Which will return never more!

Mary Gonzalez © Copyright, 1999

No matter how much pesticide I use I cannot kill those annoying weeds, Which harm and do much abuse Like gigantic reeds... Which murder the seedlings growing in the fertile soil

The weeds grow tall and sturdy... Within the garden of my heart, Spreading like wildfire.... Engulfing the seeds of love that I implanted in the fields of my soul to impart The very message that my speechless soul does clamor

Oh, this verdant parasite is such a nuissance! It strangles all my hopes and dreams with one deadly squeeze Like a boa constrictor.....it sucks love�s existance Until it can no longer breathe!

Like a raging fire, jealousy, greed, and dishonesty consumes all lifeforce out of passion It stinks the air with a putrid perfume Of smoldering grass and smoke and the fomaldehyde of a mortican

Red flames destroy all your hopes up in one instant... if you are not careful... Anger ignites the parasite And it rages on, catching and spreading like a cancer deep within your soul Till it chokes all your joys in one single night... Till you are left with nothing..... till you are left with nothing at all !

Mary Gonzalez © Copyright, 1999

Luke!!!! You, young Jediknight of yore!!! Argh!!!! You�ve finally have joined the darkside! Have you forgotten who you were before? A brave young Jediknight with good sentiments in whom I could confide You were a nobel young knight indeed... Defender of the galaxy!! With a tremendous amount of skill and speed!

Do tell, Luke!!! What or who possessed you and urge you to join The Emperial crusade? Was it a dark voice which stirred up some yearning in your loin That did so cunningly persuade A nobel Jediknight with your caliber To betray the Rebel cause? For shame!!! Now, tell me.... what would Master Yoda say If I were to take you before the Council? "Hmmmmm! Young Luke....Tsk, Tsk! Join the darkside, did you? Tell us this...How feels it your betrayal? How feels it your betrayal? Hmmmmm! Turn over , young Jedi...your lightsaber! You are certainly a disgrace To the Rebel base..and the Jedi Temple!"

What a shame, Luke!!! You�ve betrayed even me, your sis! Our father, Anakin Skywalker turns over in his grave... Now you�ve crossed the line, young skywalker and have joined the Sith.. What? You think you are so brave? Even our father, Anakin Skywalker thought twice and mended his evil ways...and turned over to �our� side... The good side.. Have you forgotten, Luke how Obi Won Kenobi turned you into a Master Jedi? What happened to your heart, young skywalker? How dare you to defy The Force, young man!!! Once your heart emanated so much joy, love, peace and light Now it is dark...darker than Emperor Palpatine�s soul.. Are you really certain, Luke, that this is worth a fight... Resist! Resist the wretched call Of the Empireal Starship And return to your previous role Of defender of the galaxy...Don�t let Master Yoda strip You of your Jedi powers!!! Resist! Resist if you will!!! Jedi Master Luke.... As Princess of Alderan and your beloved sister... I command you to reconsider!! And turn back from the Darkside into the light of goodness, strength and honor!!! Use the Force, Luke to resist the Darkside May the Force of goodness be your shield In which you can always, always confide.. The Force will always lead you to the right path! The Force is your Guild.... Resist, Resist all hate and wrath!!!

Mary Gonzalez © Copyright, 1999

At the end of summer, When skies are amber... And leaves begin to wither and dye their shades From forest green to crimson red... you know September is here again.

When the atmosphere is fresh and crisp But summer is still not over And you can still feel the warmth of summer Yet feel the silent chill of Autumn in the air... You know September is finally here at last; August once had an affair With bittersweet September A lengthy courtship followed suit Till Venus fused the two together. This miracle bore sweet fruit Which blessed Mother Nature And doused her with bitterswet perfume Warming her soul With the essence of Autumn Midnight Passion... That was how Autumn really came about!

Mary Gonzalez © Copyright, 1999

Upon a Tudor cottage Hidden, deep within the woods With yellow picket fences and a fairly big garage Lived a sweet young lady, nobel, kind and good,

Sunshine on a human frame Surrounded by daisies and fleur-de-leis Made good use of her name And in her throat lies The gift of song of a dozen night-in-gales

The Sun, overshadowed by Dark culumus clouds did hide The appearance of the azure sky And the perfect day, blue and warm... gave way to a bonafide... Thunderstorm. Thunder, like the mighty hammer of Thor Struck and then lightning tore Through heaven�s skin... Then the downpour Like angry crows pelting in heavy rivulets..

She quickly ran inside And drew the curtains and hid under the coverlets... She found a haven to hide... A safe refuge Against the madness of this sudden deluge;

And fear, like a lance pierced her heart. On the walls dark shadows formed The scent of musk, black leather..and pierced body art... And laughter mingled with the noise of the storm twirled �round her head like a nightmare!

On her nightstand she caught sight Of her beloved mother-of-pearl coffer Which contained her only true possession..

A picture of her lover and a sweet, love letter of deep passion. And with the horror that transpired that night She clutched it tightly against her chest Like a protecting amulet.

In the corner of the mirror She caught sight of something evil-- A skull-shattering shriek peirced through her soul And during an upheavel The wind tore the shutters open And in flew a filthy raven... And perched upon the maiden�s bedpost Dressed in black apparel It frightened the poor girl till she was pale as a ghost.

With its� steady amber-red glare It studied her every gesture And she lay there in a trancelike daze. For a period of an hour Both creature and maiden played a strategic game, For they both wanted of the same. But the Raven, being such a clever bird Had the better plan In an ingeneous snare... He created a diversion...

With the loudest shriek she ever heard The evil bird of ill-omen Lifted wings and took flight Clasping the maiden�s coffer with its sharp claws And in the scuffle It knocked a candle And the Urn containing the ashes of the maiden�s mother Spilled upon the floor And the Raven flew off with the maiden�s only true possession To its Raven�s lair

Mary Gonzalez © Copyright, 1999

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