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Details | Quatrain | |

Where The White Rose Blooms

The single white rose captured the old gardener's attention,
He lovingly cared for it, like it was his own grand-daughter,
The roses were just like family and friends in his eyes,
He gave them bright sunshine, and plenty of fresh water.

He had always planted roses in reds, yellows, and pinks,
Yet, it was the one white rose that he favored most,
The old gardener admired it's innocence and elegance,
A quality that the other roses just could not boast.

This precious rose was pure white, like new fallen snow,
Which only a cold, late November day could bring,
It's delicate petals were soft to the finger's touch,
Similar to that of a feather, in an angel's wing.

The old gardener was perplexed and astonished,
Only this rose bloomed through spring, summer, and fall,
Each of the other roses had withered months ago,
The frost and cold weather did not affect it at all.

With a smile, the old gardener took one last look,
Unknowingly, death would soon come without warning,
After he had settled down for a nap in his chair,
He drew his last breath, later on that morning.

His funeral was held on the very next day,
Loving words were spoken, as he was laid to rest,
His grand-daughter approached, with tears in her eyes,
As she placed the single white rose upon his chest.

The cemetery was a quiet and peaceful place,
Where family and friends gathered to remember,
A gentle snow began to fall upon the casket lid,
Brightening the gloom on this final day of November.

The old gardener's soul departed from this earth,
Lead away by a choir of angels, on delicate wings,
Then on through the pearly gates of heaven's garden,
Where the white rose still blooms, in eternal springs.






November 25th, 2013

Written by: Kelly Deschler


Details | Free verse | |

Corey Fazel

Koorosh the Great, Friend

All of my heart
One tear
Or one Monsoon
No amount, no grandeur
Can express the sorrow
Oh yes, I am sad, I am saddened
I am in sorrow
I am swimming in the darkness
I am missing something
That can not be said in words

Koorosh the great was a prophecy
For only now have we seen
The truth of greatness
Not by Victory, but by kindness
We are blessed to have seen
How simple life can be
Love your life
Your family
Your friends
Bring everyone laughter
Create, envision and dream
Everyone who knows you feels special
Your father taught you well
Kindness that transcended generations
In the end
A humble man
No god could make him bitter
He was as he always was and more
A kind man

Only when you remove a tree from the garden
Do you realize
The tree was the garden
The flowers bloomed for the tree
The people sought shade and comfort

Quietly, I weep
For him
For his family
For life

If all great leaders followed his path
What a beautiful world we would have
He inspired 
He smiled
Corey, you are missed


Notes: Dedicated to my friend Corey Fazel who just recently passed away before his time. Corey, you will be missed by many many people. It is you with your friendly pertinence that got me to swim, and that alone has changed my life, I will remember the many evenings and dinners we talked about all things under the sun.

MSA is Multiple System Atrophy, a terrible and debilitating disease that attacks the nervous system. It has many of the symptoms of Parkinson, however from onset one has very few years of life left.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Black Flowers Bloom

Skies so grey
Heart so blue
Flowers of the past come to bloom
Love has kissed the stems
Pain has poisoned the blooms
The flowers are black as death itself
They speak to no one
Living in a veiled garden of darkness
Shrouded in mourning
Lingering for autumns death to devour them
Flowers in waiting
Clouds dance in anticipation
The coliseum of life has another festival
Of the slaughtered flowers
Crushed back to dust
The stars above
Stare down in silence
Knowing their fate is sealed
In a billion years or so
Death shall devour them too


Details | Rhyme | |

Tender of Roses

Beloved, lovely roses: gift of God and lover’s flower,
Spread your colored petals and cradle tender showers.
While admiring the blossoms with their beauty to behold,
Ought we not to know the Tender of such lovely garden groves?

For He lovingly and thoughtfully wields His pruning shears
To cut away the stems of old for fuller future years.
He cultivates and feeds them. He attends them as a Father
Looking daily to their needs; so faithfully He waters.

From the dawn of morning dew until the setting sun arrays
Caring always for His own until that great appointed day…
When the Gardener comes to claim each one the earth held as its own.
He gently picks it at its peak and for His pleasure takes it home.

As God did one glorious morning, when the Perfect Rose had bloomed.
He rolled away the stone and met with Mary at the tomb.
There the sweetest Rose of Sharon rose that we die not alone.
But be gathered for a garden grove, surrounding heavens throne.


Details | Epitaph | |

garden mother

She was a loving gardner growing four boys, she was called home by God when her love had taken root, now she is a gardener for His flowers.


Details | Epitaph | |

Garden Mother II

A beautiful lady lovingly growing flowers, grew nothing more precious to her than her sons while bound to earth. She was called home to be with God when her earthly plants had taken root and now she tends God's gardens.


Details | Verse | |

First Sin

First of all, Eve took a bite.
Then Adam tried the delight.
   The serpents plot.
     
Adam knew it was not right,
before he took that long plight.
   The serpents shot.
   
Bible says God came that night,
they were hidden out of sight.
   Repenting not.
     
God called and they answered, "What?
We are naked on this lot."
   "Who told you that?"
       
"When we ate the fruit we got
our eyes opened on the spot."
   So there they sat.
      
Beside a fire so hot
with food cooking in a pot.
   Gone diplomat.
     
"Leave this garden habitat
there is no more welcome mat."
   They had to leave.
        
Punishment would be no pat.
Adam toiled without a spat.
   How they did grieve.
    
In the evenings they would chat
about their past garden flat.
   Now they believe!

      
      
      
     
For David Williams Virelai contest


Details | Rhyme | |

Around The Garden

Around The Garden

Gardenia Jasminoids

My mother’s health began to fail
I came to care and help her smile
She had a little Gardenia tree
But no flowers did she see.

I tended her with love and toil,
fertilized and loomed with soil,
was in the spring before she left,
Gardenia blooms to her I set.

Now, in the spring, she walks with me 
among the garden, around the trees.
Graceful Gardenia, fragrance be,
You bloom for all eternity.



Details | Free verse | |

Birthday Wish

Spring comes,
Bringing novel flowers
To this multicolored Earth, 
A really wretched place actually,
If you know the awful truth about it

Spring leaves, 
Taking some flowers with it, 
Bestowing freedom 
Upon these fortunate plants

Seventeen springs ago,
An ordinary flower blossomed 
On this cursed land.
The worst of all curses,
Life,
Placed on this pitiful plant 
And a fate worse than death

Seasons flew by
And the flower withstood 
The immense force of the elements,
Debilitated by great adversity
Brought by the years 

Now with spring close by, 
If fate shall allow,
Hopefully this spring, 
This dying flower will perish. 
Its roots turned to ashes
And carried by the winds of freedom
To the promised eternal paradise

Rebirth
A garden greets my eyes
With its breath-taking beauty
And my suffering dies


Details | Rhyme | |

Gardens Grey

Pardon my Gardens; they're withered and grey:
Unkempt and wild and quite defiled
Given my odd and reclusive ways:
Eccentric is my fashion style

Look at Life through special glass:
I see it all now magnified
But my gardens grey, my cage, alas!
Damn society- be defied!

You should truly be in pictures,
You were born for it, you see:
Nevermind your fear and stricture;
What a starlet you would be!

Come and visit my grey gardens:
Bring your cameras; we will talk
Mother and I have long been hardened
By the way the others balk!

Jackie O. was in the know,
And embarrassed by our home
We let her in since she was kin
Though we sought to be alone

I am Edith Bouvier Beale,
A model once I was
Did cabaret 'til my dying day
When the flies began to buzz





Details | Personification | |

The Garden of Death

There grew in a garden,
White flowers pale as death,
That grew in rows like tombstones, 
Their odor; foul like dragons breath.

Flowers bent and brittle,
Stems with many a thorn,
No sweet fragrance, just a stench,
Their existence was one to mourn.
 
These deadly flowers spread,
The world was its domain, 
Its roots had leeched all over,
And no other life could remain.

Only these flowers grew,
The earth’s soil was rotten,
This decay consumed all life. 
Its plague could not be forgotten.

When it spread its poison,
Life on earth was finished,
All life had become extinct,
The whole world had been diminished.

Even though its fiction,
All this could become true,
These flowers merely symbols, 
Of hate that could live within you.

Evil spreads so quickly,
To hearts that are hollow,
People want the easy life, 
A route that’s easy to follow.

Evil tries to tempt you,
Disguised as a flower,
Don’t be tricked by its beauty, 
Or you’ll fall under its power.

Take control of your life, 
Don’t let your heart harden,
Or you’ll become this flower,
A spawn of this deadly garden.


Details | Ballade | |

Evening lullaby

Oh hear thee well the music
It’s the Maggies lullaby
They’re warbling in that Banksia tree
As the day begins to die.
And their haunting goodnight serenade
Says goodbye to the day
As the Sun lies down to sleep the night away.

Just four weeks from our Spring
My heart feels so alive
As I’m sitting on my garden seat
It be an hour since five.
And as those maggies hush their song
The fountain carries on
She’ll still be heard when all be hushed and gone.

Six Buddha’s seem to sense the silence
There’s a certain kind of glow
As I melt into the evening time
And  swim within the flow.
And the evening says “it’s time to rest
Until the blessed morn
Now each must die, on the morrow be reborn”.

17 July 2004


Details | Free verse | |

A Blue Boy's Death Wish

A fragile mind breaks 
Wake upon the rock laden shores
A muffled heart begs to echo
Whispers lost among a velvet chamber

Dusk comes premature time and again
Dropping the curtain on an optimistic sunrise
If you never witness dawn
There is no tomorrow

Always the dreamer aches
Never awake to make real what he desires
The restless corpse walks blind
Dead ends seem fitting for one of the kind

Lost in the labyrinth of strangling vines
Love is the motive and the weapon
Taking root in throats dry from weeping
Sprouts of amnesia in place of smiles
A garden called heartbreak holds onlookers captive
The comfort takes hold, sets in the bones weary of searching
A plea for rest lands on deaf ears

The hollow boy tires of himself
The last request he will ever make
"End me"
Lost and tired
He wishes to be weak no more


Details | Ballad | |

All Alone, 11-19-09

Mommy, I know I left you here.

Ring ring went the phone,

Little did we know never again would I answer

Ring ring went the phone.

 

I was eating breakfast when

Open slammed the door,

That morning how strongly I would have denied

I would end up on the floor.

 

I tried to scream, Mom, I really did.

But he had me. . .

He used my garden tools to beat me.

He had me.

 

Those tools used to bring me so much joy,

But his purpose was to aid him.

I had loved greeting visitors with garden so green

It's not the tools' fault though, I don't blame them.

 

I shielded my face with my hand,

But soon that was broken. . .

The simple trowel was my doom,

All too soon, my face shattered and broken. . .

 

There was blood everywhere;

Mom I was so scared.

To stop fighting though,

I never dare.

 

The sleek black laptop I had

Been given for Christmas

Which held all of my

Favorite pictures of us,

 

With it and my purse,

He ran away,

Not knowing I wouldn't

Be here today.

 

The white-washed walls

Of the hospital room

Only all too well reminded

Me of Amontillado's tomb.

 

I left you in the hospital

Though.  All alone. . .

They caught him, have comfort,

Even if you're alone.

 

I'm sorry Mommy,

I didn't want to go. . .

But who ever gets a choice?

I had to go.

 

How little did we know, that

One day, ring ring,

Never again would I answer

That phone, ring ring.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Garden Club Ruse part 1 of 2

For years no one ever had a clue...
Of the secret she hid..no one knew..
The child inside her never shed a tear...
Although she lived everyday with fear...
She grew up never knowing what love was...
Till that fateful day, when he met him on the bus..
He was tall and handsome and had a great smile...
Knew all the words making her feel worthwhile...
They fell in love and soon were married...
And that’s when things changed...the love got buried..
The days were long and the nights were lonely...
They seldom spoke, and if only...
She hadn’t seen that ad...this never would have happened..
Join the Garden Club today and...
 wipe all your cares away 
There’s more to this story..I must conceive...
So please follow this sequel and I believe....
You will stop and think of the words I wrote...
And perhaps even take your own personal note....
	


Details | Ballad | |

THE GARDEN

Thus the world was ruined, By the sin of a single man. A tiny twist in the story, Brought about a change in God’s plan. For out of the garden they were thrown With nothing but rags to cover themselves; But with wisdom so dangerous yet powerful That opened the gateway to hell.


Details | Rhyme | |

In The Garden Of Eden

The serpent, being tricky, used truth for a lie
“Here Woman, eat. You will surely not die!”
So, she ate of the fruit and made up a plan,
Crying, “It's not my fault!”  as to Adam she ran.

Adam and Eve both declaring, “I will show no shame!”
As Man took of the fruit, in like manner, the same.
When later they saw their nakedness, their innocence lost,
The serpent slithered away, leaving them to face the cost.

God came to commune with the couple when the day was cool.
Finding them covered with leaves, he knew they'd broken his rule.
When questioned, they pointed while saying, “I'm not to blame!”
While fearfully remembering how the serpent had presented his claim.

“You have no proof.” Eve stubbornly persisted to her disgrace.
God answered, “Untrue! See the seeds? There is still a trace.
Because you partook of the forbidden fruit from that one tree,
My Son also will die for these sins, and others, on Calvary.”


Details | I do not know? | |

-Garden in the Grave-

-Garden in the Grave- 

Watching as an orchid's 
last petal drifts 
helplessly to the ground,
I realize that I am 
witnessing natural art
in the making...

For it's body;
frail, wilted, and dry,
withers within it's
seedlings vast plot.
Preserving the following 
generations with it's 
nourishing memories and
essence...

Forever more, this 
orchid shall be know as nothing 
less than a Garden within its
own Grave...

-Anonymously youRs-
(Copyrighted to "DigitallyDefectiveArt")


Details | Free verse | |

Garden of Angels

A smile was what I got from you,
when you looked at me.
I cared for you each and every day,
and your bright eyes set me free.
Your laughter filled my entire house, 
and filled my heart with song;
then one morning, without warning, 
your tiny life was gone.

You'd become another angel,
in the choir of heavenly care,
and I am sure you played all day,
with your family way up there.
I missed you down on Earth,
but I hope one day to be,
a part of the Garden of Angels,
and in your company.


Details | Rhyme | |

Mindful Thoughts from My Head

thoughts
How often I’ve  thought ,  I’ll just stay in bed...
But that’s for sick folks my mother said
So I’ll just linger a little while...
 And let  my memories make me smile..
My mother was strong and rather petite.....
And my father so strict...and yet so sweet..
They knew how difficult life could be...
And passed that on to my siblings and me....
As they had experience throughout their life..
With all the usual stress and strife..
And the pair of them taught us all so well....
Though the way we act sometimes you couldn’t tell..
The lessons  we learn from our parents you see...
Are what makes us special like you and me..
And as we grow and make our own way...
Leaving our homeland so far away....
Years later returning to the place where we were born...
To scatter their ashes amongst the Rose garden thorn...
Was across the sea we had to go..
The memories were already starting to flow...
As we stood  outside of the garden gate....
We heard Mother’s voice, so articulate...
 “ tea’s ready “....and Dad said I hope it’s Earl Grey...
It was then we realized this was the day..
As they were gone and you can never go back..
So we must face the fact....
Our mind plays the movies in our head...
So with that in  mind ..  guess  I’d better get out of bed..... 
earl grey tea


Details | Rhyme | |

Flower Garden

 Flower Garden

 
You wonder how you'll make it with too much sadness all around.
The way you thought that life would be as teardrops touch the ground.

Heaven sees the tears you cry and wants for you to know.
Every place a teardrop lands a flower someday will grow.

In honor of the memory of each tear you ever cried.
And for the heart God placed in you that you hold deep inside.

For each and every time He sees each heartache start unfolding.
Longing for the used to be's and those you should be holding.

All the love that's in your heart that all of heaven sent.
Is multiplied ten thousand times with each teardrop that is spent.

With heartbreak and with tragedy in all the things you do.
With love so in abundance it's love that will see you through.

So as you look around you. Don't let your poor heart harden.
For someday where you're standing now will be a flower garden.

Edwin C Hofert


Details | Couplet | |

False lover

Chilling thoughts consume my mind,
I once found it hard to forget your kind,

Disturbing feelings dangle from former threads,
When I remember words you casually said,

Now you are just a ghost from long ago,
Yet, familiar spirits haunt me so,

I speak the word and then they flee,
You’re no longer the boss of me,

Nights underneath the moon so bright,
Over powered by his dazzling light,

It’s no wonder you had to quickly leave,
Someday the darkness you will dreadfully grieve,

Swollen by the times we shared,
Inside your box you were quite scared,

Spinning webs like you always did,
I made a vow and spoke my bid,

A pretentious weed stuck in poor soil,
At last my dear I need not toil,

In your garden of false delusions,
Our love was one massive illusion

I have bound you  forever by his infinite power
I now know who I am in these final hours

I forgive your sin but surely you will die
Without repentance to the One who is more than just in the sky

My name has been erased from you
For I have grown inside, I have been made new

With a tree of life and a garden of love,
With roses that blossomed and birds which are doves.

Purity, restored in spirit body and mind
Never again will you be able to find.

Me, my heart, my future, my now
In time you will have to bow 

And kneel
To the Creator and give an account for all the souls you tried to steel

But mine was preserved and your motives absurd
without these stories I would have had no glories
without the pain
My testimoney would be in vain.

Goodbye false lover,
Goodbye fake friend,
I always knew you and me would come to a chilling end.

By: Sabina Nicole


Details | I do not know? | |

March Garden..

A sole bagpiper
Waits to perform
For another soul
This must of been his last wish
Old comrades occupy 
A well trodden path
And bid him farewell
What they must think of us
Standing in the cold
Shivering
Waiting for Mum
We didn't know 
Knocking on that door
Would see another life
Pass before our eyes
A kind gentleman
Comes out
'Someone is coming to see to you'
A door closes
Left outside again
Not even a room 
To wait in
The cold rain seemed insessent
It wasn't going to stop
My hands were turning blue
I knew in that instant
Mum would be saying to me
'You don't eat enough to warm you
So much like me, so much like you
A gentleman approaches
Softly spoken
Carrying you in his arms
Wrapped all nice and warm
I want to carry you
Like you carried me
Keep you close to my heart
Keep you safe 
The March garden approaches
We are given private time
Nobody can utter a word
Dad lays you into your beautiful resting place
And suddenly this little jar 
Comes out from my pocket
And urges to catch you
Dad acknowledges my asking
And into that little jar
The heart of you falls
To stay with me forever
I quietly close the lid
And put you in my pocket
Never again for us to be apart


Details | Rhyme | |

Winter's Endless Night

 In the winter, when midnight's at five, 
 a broken clock ticks inside my head. 
 Cold bones ache, so I know I'm alive, 
 but my life-hung'ring soul is half dead. 

 Outside is bitten by frost and death. 
 The tired garden hides former needs. 
 Dormant plants lack color, vibe, and breath. 
 Resting hands enjoy a break from weeds.    

 Caged inside, I hide from endless night, 
 scrapbooking pictures of life now past, 
 sunning under unnatural light, 
 casting aside the stormy forecast.


Details | Dramatic Verse | |

The Garden

This garden grows in rows
The old soil is parched and hard
Stripped of nourishment
By time
Headstones in a graveyard
 
This garden grows in rows
Sprung from seeds of despair
Grown from consequence
By design
Gate broken beyond repair
 
This garden grows in rows
Watered by slow gray tears
Tended with old love
By thine
A long black coach draws near 
 
This garden grows in rows
The flowers mingle with the weeds 
Silence all surrounding
By mine
No one visits, cries or pleads


Details | Free verse | |

The Spoils and Sweetness of Passion

It overwhelms us
Passion is impulsive and possessing
Passion is reckless, yet it's benevolent at the same time
When passion ripens like sweet fruit it's love; but, when it's like bitter poison it's hate

Between love and hate
There appears to be a big difference 
But, there's no difference they're the same in every single way
The method in the way that they're used is what makes the feign contrast seem to exist

Passion is a thriving garden
That is flourishing with life and beauty that is ambient 
Passion is a cemetery 
Filled with agony and covered in dried roses and briars

It will consume us
Will it make us vulnerable or weak?
How will we use our medium passion; will it be belligerent or peaceful?
Love and hate is a part of something we don't understand, will it kill or save us?


Details | Dramatic Verse | |

Soldier

With strong feet i step into the battlefield
A gun in my hand behind gods shield 
Leaving the dearest to my heart behind
I see the flowers at the side of the mourning streets
A part burned a part of them weeps
Sounds of thunder fall down from the sky

But i keep on moving with my eyes wide open 
trying to keep my head up high


At some point i remember the smell of peace
At home in my garden where birds used to sing

I'll face death just to be born again
I will kill death with my own bare hands if i can

And if death might lay me down for an endless sleep

I'll wake up in my garden right at the centre of my dreams

And death in both ways i will defeat






Details | Free verse | |

Holy Orders

I suppose it is not for me to say
if I am truly,
holy polycultural,
if I have given sufficient sway and swag
to ecological and eco-normic We.

My redemptive measure,
merit follows permacultural design,
deep creation,
consumption balancing nutrient production standards,
decomposition harmonizing regenerating practice,
not polycultural perfection,
but permacultural Climax Community intention.

Life gardens.
Some are messy and richly fruitful,
riotously joyful,
revolutionary fertile.
Some are orderly marching
toward their own future's demise.

Life gardens yang and yin,
out and inside
seeding back and forth across time's life-death boundary,
if here now
then not here tomorrow
outside memories still incarnating,
forming and dysfunctioning,
decaying and recaying,
make-haying while Earth's light shines bravely on
blending polycultured dreams
into gracefully encultured explication.


Details | Verse | |

Renewal


F
 A
   L
     L
       I
        N
          G  
           into warm EARTH
   
             NO Chill of death                       
                                 
                Becoming ONE 

                  with LAND and SEA
 
                    NO need to search for ME

                      NO final BREATH     
                      
                        NO NEED for a grave
 
                           I have been SAVED          
   
                             If you MUST cry

                               PLANT a garden
                               
                                 In the SUNLIGHT

                                  START with a SEED

                                    WATER the flowers with TEARS

                                      Then cry NO MORE

                                         Fertilize the SOIL

                                           LIFE is RENEWED

                                             Say a PRAYER for LOVE
                                 
                                                PERFECT and ABIDING
                            
                                                  Then KISS the SUNLIT SKY, say goodbye
                                                                 (or till we meet AGAIN)

                                                      NEVER an END


Details | I do not know? | |

The Gardener

I awoke to the sound 
Of the rooster crow
Red handed with green thumbs
Covered in dirt and soap in my eyes
I walk down the hall
Of this house that is now mine
Wander into the kitchen
Turn on the stove, I prepare the roast
There is a note stuck to the refrigerator
"John and Mary will be over later,
I'll be home around two."

I check on the garden
I visited last night
Only now, I harvest
I grab the shovel
That I forgot in the rain
And place it in the shed
I'll come back for it later
Next time the plants need to be fed

Now that the aroma
Of the freshly cooked meat
Has overridden the stench
I go into the dining area
And place my greasy knife
On the bench
"Honey! I'm home!"
Somebody cried
"Honey's not here"
I replied
Now blood is everywhere
I go fetch the shovel
I didn't think would be needed
So soon, it's only noon
I sit and I wait
On the love seat in the den
For the night to live
And the day to be dead