Best Poem of Val Brooklyn Rogers

Power And Prestige
I am often asked what makes me tick. I reply.
I am the composer
Of my composure

I am the man in DEMAND
I have sat many days in the dark listening to the pouring rain.
I am a mover and a shaker.
Thinking of the BLOOD that thunders through my veins

The consumer of . . .
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Indigo Garden Indigo Rose
The red rose may be beautiful
Or grand sensual even LOVELY
I strolled the garden BLUE
I saw the indigo rose
The BLUEST I had ever
Seen a TEASING picture
Of a stunning queen

The blue rose is exotic
She feeds the WINSOME
Rose shame on a petal plate
Of pleasing purity . . .
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