My darling golden rose ⁓ (in penitence)

Ballad … when her heart would dance in sweet romance, his did not know how (this may be a bit long for some, but it's senseless to try and tell the heart when to quit speaking).

My darling golden rose ~

You know, Sweetheart, I've sat and thought
of all that's good and bad;
of for what purpose it was wrought
I naught but made You sad.

Then, took a closer look at me,
and saw what’s to berate;
for all the good I've tried to be,
seems failure is my fate.

I pray each night and all day long
that I might turn to good,
but surely I am meant for wrong;
this now is understood.

If comes an angel such as You,
and still I haven't changed …
although, your heart is ever true,
we've now become estranged.

So many chances You have gave
to mend my sorry ways;
those times I've tried best to behave,
when You gave me your praise.
 
I'm still the knave I always was,
that's how I am, it seems.
You've filled my world with joyous buzz;
I've only stained your dreams.

Oh, please, sweet angel from above,
forgive me for your sake,
that You might dance again and love
a man who won't forsake

the fairest woman of them all,
with heart of gold to give.
Throw me away and do not stall,
there's happiness to live.

Paint me over with colours grey,
remove me from your scene.
Me, replace with flowers each day,
of precious gold and green.

You've served your purpose setting free
this cold hard heart of mine;
taught me to love, and now I plea,
spit out my bitter wine.

Sincerely, I apologize
for wasting your dear time.
Your luring smile, soft azure eyes,
our every kiss of rhyme,

I'll not forget eternity;
once, it was yours and mine.
We loved in sweet serenity,
shared passions so divine.

Then, darkness came I thought was cured,
my dire, sad sickness deep;
such pain I wreaked, tho you endured,
my cost proved much too steep.

There is no flower that can grow,
without its nourishment,
for each and every seed you’d sow,
was one more I had spent.

You tended with your gentle hand
our garden filled with love,
but every tender shoot to stand,
I made dead fodder of.

That which confuses me so much
is what is wrong with me ...
You gift me light from your charmed touch;
yet, still I cannot see.

Yon sun is shining warm and pure,
the mockingbird sings sweet;
when You look down you'll see for sure,
it's me kissing your feet.

I bless the very ground you walk,
I'll always dream of You;
of all our moments shared in talk,
deep romance known by few.

I feel your flame, call out your name
when spells of darkness smite,
and evermore I'll dream your frame
against me warm and tight.

Just one last prayer before I go:
Please, think of me and smile,
remembering I love You so,
and you loved me awhile.

Alas, I'll ne'er fill your desires;
not now, I might suppose;
still, e'er you'll be … 'til life expires,
My darling golden rose ~


Richard W. Jenkins
         ©2017 

Author's Note

Yellow Rose In Repose … courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.

Constructive, well-meant critique is always welcome! : )

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

it is long! i most always scroll down a writing first thing ..to see how it looks in entirety ... at a glance ... i am going to give it a go sir! as i expect great things ;)
oh my goodness ..this is going into me library for sure .. well said .. well rhymed and rhythmed ... so honest and such pain the penitent suffers ..oh i am on my own knees begging that forgiveness ..but it can not be redone ... vivid memories of those golden roses that graced my life when i flitted about the flower and would never grasp the stem ...wild and free we run and pine away all our days for those lost love's moments .. can you tell i relate? :} honestly ...nothing that should be shortened ...its is well worth the read
E.

[Richard🖌]

Gosh, Dear Gene!
Whatever happened, that I did not receive notice of your most fetching review for this marathon piece in regretful poignancy?
Now, to think I never knew ('til now) you saved a copy of it in your library … how highly you've honored an olde bard, My Friend.
They way you've related to the essence of this sweeping poetic Ballad gratifies every stroke of my time-worn pen.

Blessings of delightful brightness 'pon all your days! ⁓ Richard : )

[Einstein Noodle]

same to you Richard :)

[Chris Shaw]

Beautiful poem about regrets of wrong doing. The sorrow about the pain inflicted really came through. I very much enjoyed the rhyme and rhythm. It is a long poem Richard but very much worth the read and I am pleased to have found it. I am left feeling that the speaker must learn to forgive himself. A wonderful read. Thank you.

[Richard🖌]

Hi, Christine! : )
I love to write of situations, especially romantic interludes and/or genre.
Seems you're well in-tune with my brand of poetry, as your take on what you've reviewed of mine, thus far, has been spot-on, relating in deep, abiding ways few others do … you seem to enjoy my little efforts, too.
Yes, it appears the character in this one has earned a bit of humility, let's say. ; )

Thanks, M'lady, for a great review and for finding favor in this rather longwinded Ballad! ⁓ Richard

[Chris Shaw]

The pleasure was all mine.

[Richard🖌]

Not all … wink*

[Cryingkate]

So Beautiful and Soul impacted that I wrote a reply...http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cryingkate/2023338/

[Richard🖌]

Oh-MY, another reply!
Thanks, Connie … you're going to spoil me!

Big hug of thanks for reading and for the sweet compliment! ⁓ Richard : )

[Cryingkate]

I didn't want to crowd you beautiful pages with my words so I posted it on my page. Oh my your writes can whisk me into vivid realites.

[tracey]

this my favourate poem richard was added on my birthday.)

[Richard🖌]

Thanks for reading, Tracey, and "Happy Birthday!"

Big hugs! ⁓ Richard : )

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Just beautiful- but forgiveness of self is necessary if one chooses to change their ways, and if there was such a love shared by two they would forgive and forget- everyone is human makes mistakes but when choices become mistakes then there’s nothing more to say but love can always be saved if it is true and heart felt- sad but wonderful words- I wish and pray for this soul to be mended 🌹

[Richard🖌]

Hee-hee!
Kelly, I'm thinking some souls are so far gone they're beyond redemption and repair, even if they should ever want to be mended.

Thanks for another of your always philosophical reviews, and such a lovely, inspiring compliment, too, of course … hugs 'n smiles! ⁓ Richard ; )

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

Hmmmmmmm if you say so- each to their own but it’s not over until the fat lady sings🌹

[Ardra]

Oh Richard... why making me cry :)
Mmm such sadness dripping of this one...
If had not felt Any thing for her...am sure such poetry won't be given birth...
Such as these lines would make the stone breathe again.... so am sure the reason she will forever remember you as a part of her... your golden rose wherever she is :))

[Richard🖌]

Aw, Ria,
You're just softhearted and tender in your delightfully sweet nature.
I love your analogy of the stone given breath by virtue of my humble words … what greater compliment could be gifted an olde bard from one so wonderfully skilled as yourself.

A big, warm hug of sincere thanks, Dear Lady-Poet! ⁓ Richard

[Dave]

Richard - I can't believe it! It is though you knew my heart. Each line reminds me of the wonderful woman I have been blessed with for all these years. Of all the times I've failed her, betrayed her and yet in my time of need she was and is always there. Try as I may I don't believe I could have put into words all the love and seeking of forgiveness you have expressed. Thank you so very much - Dave

[Richard🖌]

How wonderful, Dave, to know we connect on such a deeply abiding level through this rather extensive piece.
There is nothing more treasured or precious to a man than to have a good woman dedicate herself to being by his side … no matter what. It is truly rare to find in a human spirit.

I has been my pleasure, My Friend … I, also, thank you sincerely! Richard

[Dave]

I appreciate that, but no, no, no I most humbly thank you!

[Govind singh]

Damn!!!!I loved it....specially the last para was amazing..great work of words...keep writing pls

[Richard🖌]

Thanks, Govind!
I appreciate your exuberance and compliments.

Been writing poetry since I was nine; so, don't plan on quitting anytime soon! ~ Richard : )

[tracey]

i read this twice, it was fantastic piece richard my type of poem, no wonder you have had book published .

[Richard🖌]

Ah, Tracey⁓
How lovely your words to me, how wonderfully happy they make me feel … and, just to think, you even read it twice.

Sighhh … thank you ever-so warmly, Dear Lady-Poet! ⁓ Richard : )

[tracey]

all good but golden rose was one of my favourates it was a truly lovely piece.

[Susan 🦋]

More...you are an amazing teacher....But I don't think i will ever be able to make poetry dance off the page!...Richard!..I sincerely means this!!..I could get lost in your poetry and chose to never be found.

[Richard🖌]

Susan,
A teacher could not be any more proud of, impressed by, or admiring of any one of his students than I am of you, and the marvelously skilled poetess you've become through your passionate dedication and hard work.
"I don't think i will ever be able to make poetry dance off the page!" It's too late, M'Dear … you already do! : )

[Susan 🦋]

:-) smiling.