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Details | Sonnet | |

Mother's Garden

Mother's Garden ~~ I grew up amongst every kind of plant and flower, Beyond our gate was the garden of dear mother; This Eden was colourful, tangled and so sensational, So erratic, untamed and just totally unmanageable. Mother knew the Latin names of each blooming posy, The iris, lily, rose, aster, dahlia, marigold and peony; I really loved the purple larkspur and pink gardenia, Mother said she loved them all but adored camellia. Brightly painted butterflies danced and glided happily, And the nesting birds all sang their songs so loudly; We had an old swing and we would sit and sip tea, In the shade of the trees, just my mother and me. O to turn back the clock of time, moving and clicking, To be in my mother's garden again, a child dreaming. _________________________________________ July 2, 2014 Sonnet Entered in the contest, Any poem under 15 lines, Poet Destroyer First Place

Details | Rhyme | |

Rose of Annamarie

Collecting the colors of nature,
the yellow, the blue and the green.
From the top of the stair,
I see a color so rare,
I go into the garden to see.
A snap-shot in my mind,
of the color I’d find,
just as my mind’s eye took it…
I continue my quest,
searching everywhere lest,
the dim light of dawn overlooks it.
I spy a fresh rose,
with petals of red,
I pick it not-
but admire instead.
It’s splendor and color,
at times wild and free,
are all reminiscent
of Annamarie…
Copyright © 2013

Details | Lyric | |

Memories Of Grandma

I am reminded of... the days I would watch her work 
in her flower garden for hours at a time
I am reminded of... the days she would take me by my
hand and say come along help grandma
I am reminded of... me carrying my little bucket along
to help her water all  of her flowers
I am reminded of... The smiles that would cover grandma's 
face when new flowers would be blooming
I am reminded of... sitting on the bench with her and watching 
the butterflies fluttering amongst the flowers
I am reminded of... The birds singing their happy songs as they 
flew around the flower garden
I am reminded of... the wind drifting by us and the fragrance of
the flowers floating all around us
I am reminded of...our walks back from the flower garden and 
our talks along the path back to her house
I am reminded much I miss her everytime I smell these 
beautiful flowers that still grow in her flower garden

In Loving Memory of my Grandmother
Helen Lyvine (Fosnaught) Myers

Entry: 5th Poem on the Soup for P.D.'s contest
12th Place winner

Details | Free verse | |

Beyond The Garden Gate

Ornate is the ironwork that I peer through
as my fingers grasp the garden gate,
and I open my eyes to my Wonderland.

My bare feet step down the moonlit path,
where fireflies twinkle amongst the stars
that reflect upon the flowing crystal brook.
I capture them in a lantern, then set them free.
My lavender dress twirls weightlessly as I dance,
here I am free to feel joy and to dream.

Here beyond the gate of my enchanted garden,
when the golden sun sets low in the evening sky,
the daisies, gladiolas, and pansies never close their petals
and the sunflowers shine in the moonbeams.

While butterflies stay to perch on the blooming trellis,
the song of the hummingbird fills the warm night air
and I fall asleep in my flower bed of thorn-less roses.

Written by: Kelly Deschler
February 17th, 2014
For Nette Onclaud's contest - "My Secret Garden"

Details | Abecedarian | |

Flower Garden

Asters litter beds in rainbow colours
Berries red and black slowly growing
Clover adding bright patches of green
Daisy's dotting the rolling lawns
Enchanting us with their beauty
Fox gloves waving their wands of trumpets
Gerbera brightly show the sun their faces
Hibiscus blown by gentle hot breezes sway
Irises joining in glinting and glimmering
Jasmine flowers spreading out profusely as
Kale fish swim in the pond flashing colour
Lilies floating gracefully give them shelter
Mums giving ground cover to the rolling banks with
Narcissus poking out between them while the
Orange hues of asters are a delightful background for
Peonies some tall most very short nestle beneath
Quince flowers, still their tight buds vie with 
Roses stately and wafting perfume clouds around 
Snapdragons closing their petals over insects
Tansy's rarely seen now a days, here do thrive and 
Uniformly line the garden paths whilst timid
Violets of deep purple shyly peek out and the
White tulips dance amid the rest under hedges of
Xylosma giving height and deep shade for plants
Zinnia's with rings of colour exploding

04/24/2014 by Shadow Hamilton

contest What's in your garden placed 1st

Details | Concrete | |

Garden Of Flowers

 Garden Of Flowers

Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you turn violet?
Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you set like the summer sun?
Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you turn pink?
Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you shower like the spring rain?
Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you turn yellow?
Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you fall like the autumn leaves?
Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you turn purple?
Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you freeze over with the winter breeze?

As the roses looked up
As the roses looked down
As the roses looked right 
As the roses looked left

They spoke with a gentle tongue, like a thousand whisper “As the seasons turn, so shall we. We’ll move with the wind, and stop with the thin air. Well be heated by the summer sun and frozen with the winter breeze”. 
So, said the roses from the garden of flowers.

Details | Quatrain | |

Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue

Roses are red,
violets are blue,
this flower bed,
is just for you.

Among the stone,
and in the mud,
a flower shone,
a beautiful bud.

It grew so tall,
proud and strong,
it learned all,
right and wrong.

Giving it water,
and warm sun,
your only daughter,
learned about fun.

Mommy come see,
look what I did,
now I can be,
a grownup kid.

This flower bed,
is just for you,
with roses, red,
and violets, blue.

Happy Mother's Day, Mom!

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 | Free verse | |

Let us walk together

Let us walk together
to a garden of flowers
beneath a clear
blue sky of spring weather

we will when we get there my love
while away time
sitting under cool shades
of sinuously swaying trees
as we listen to the mellifluous
harm of nectar sucking bees

and the enchanting songs
of flower birds and watch
as butterflies of all glorious
colors grace the place

and when we are deeply satisfied	
I will pick for you the flower
most admired by bees,
flower birds and butterflies
and we shall walk back home 
dreaming of love 
which does not wither 
as time grows old
with a vivid picture
of a never aging flower garden 
painted on our minds  

Details | Imagism | |


Beautiful flowers so vibrant and alive. I smell your blossoms all day and night. May your rosebud be an image of the mind while I walk through the garden tonight. You are nature’s wonderful prize. Beautiful flowers open your mind to the photosynthesis as the sunrises. You surely will flourish into a spectacular landscape where your flower garden caresses and comforts. Might you shout via your colors as I paint upon the canvas? I will sit children amongst the tulips and daffodils so that your splendor will escape into the creative imagination. Beautiful flowers do you feel the breeze. You are radiant radiance and brilliance seen. I have watched you in your growth. As nature’s wonderful prize, you are significant. Heaven’s sun showers your stem. In just a short while, I will see you bloom. _____________________________________|
Penned on October 25, 2014 @ 1:09 a.m. EST!

Details | Sestina | |

Nature Music

Land, sky and sea, sing their songs. Land sings of rich soil, for growing seeds; as the silvery sea, sounds its gurgling waters. It sings a medley to the blue And cloud-puffed sky. I lend my ears to that cloud-puffed sky; listening to its songs. At first, it makes me feel blue, but joy quickly fills my heart-seed; fed by spiritual rain-waters; that ride the winds from the heavenly seas. The wondrous, singing sea, sings back to sky and I enjoy the waters; singing those sweet songs, to the seeds in the soil and to seeds like me, who get the blues. As the sky of blue, sings to the seas and my seeds; they stretch leaves to sky and its wonderful song intermingles, with that of the waters. All seeds need water, to relieve their thirst-blues. I hum along with the songs, that ride my souls seas as they crescendo with heavenly sky’s; to quench the thirst, of all Gods seeds. I am a proud seed; I drink spirit’s waters; am nourished by Heaven’s sky, of sacred blue and silvery seas. I am grateful for those songs. I listen to the songs, that nourish all of God’s seeds. I thank the Earth and seas for their generous, cleansing waters. No longer do I feel blue and like my plants; I am also grateful to the Heavenly sky.

Details | Free verse | |

In My Little Garden

You'll probably find me in my little garden
With my big floppy straw hat upon my head,
And dirt on my hands digging in rich black soil.
I'm always fiddling with my garden beds,
Planting ground cover between the plants,
Blue little petals with heart-shaped leaves.
Some bloom early and some bloom late,
But the anticipation is worth the wait.

A gentle breeze like butterfly wings
Lifts sweet aromas from my blooms.
Honeysuckles, alyssums and gardenias,
Flowers of reddish pink, purple and white,
Stretch and yawn towards the sun.
A true show that spoils the eyes and heart.

Please come and sit a spell and we can chat,
And enjoy my little garden of zen.
Ice tea or peach schnapps, if you wish.

For Sandy's Ivy's contest, 'My Own Little Garden'

Details | Romanticism | |

Goodnight my Fair Maiden

Goodnight my Fair Maiden,
I shall see you once again.
In the year of our Lord,
At the gloomy dawn of Mankind.
As the Red Sun reaches over the treeline,
Far in the East.
I shall see you again.

Don't fear our love,
For my love for you is eternal.
Too see this eternal love
I have for you,
It is hard to feel and very diffcult to see.

When you wake the next morning
and escape your long night of slumber
and your surrealist life,
being played in a cloud of imagination.
You'll soon come to reality 
and find me there.
Knocking upon your chamber door.

Come now!
Get dressed in your evening, silk dress.
and let us go dance under the stars,
till the moon falls to the West and the Sun rises in the East.
Oh, how you are a lovely dancer and how the twilight shines bright
along you shinny and silk laced hair.

And your hair my sweet and fair maiden,
oh, how I love to see it bounce with life
when you twirl and dance into my arms.

You are beautiful and I wish I couldn't leave you,
but as the day turns to night, I have to leave.
I wish I could take you on a long walk through the parks
and courtyards, and walk along the sprinkled streets of the cities filled with life.
Pick you a beautiful bouquet of roses from the gardens of beauty and give them to you
with surprise.

I love you so much
My love for you is indeed hard to tell to you,
but I can show you.
Tomorrow though, for tonight I must say...
Goodnight my Fair Maiden.
For tomorrow you'll be in my arms once again.

Goodnight my Fair Maiden
I shall leave you with a kiss that shall last a lifetime.

Details | Free verse | |


I try to ignore the squirming Hyde within 
And, with effort still,
I raise myself for the last traces 
of sunshine and fun.
What was left of the day, I savor for me. 
As the withering leaves of silence
have perfected the petals of stillness,
A quietude.
Such absence of sound
Never a serenity to the mind.
Disturbing solitude haunts.
Loneliness seems vivid as reality speaks 
Even the poignant sadness never parts
Solitary confinement paints an art.

Like the spectator in a thousand theatre plays,
 I achingly wait for the final curtains to part.
Then, as always expected -  
Left were the 
    dancing curtains 
       together with the late sunset wind. 
Tiny golden flecks 
   imprinting on the soft white 
        laces and trims.
Catching shadow images 
    of the last rays of brilliance, 
         blending slowly in yellow embers,
              forming orange coals, 
                   turning into sunkissed glow 
                         of a sad goodbye. 
    ever so softly fading
           into dullness and cloudless cold. 

And as the night falls, 
its shadowy self dances 
against the moonlit music of silence.
I listen and search still 
   for what is left. 
No traces of the sun 
whose magnificence and radiance 
had touched the leaves of laughter 
during my daytime slumbering; children frolicking, 
    early had the mind sensing. 
And, gone astray were the seeds of kindness 
    the day had grown.
It seemed they were sown 
    by someone I wish I had known. 

If only I could frolic 
    where little lads had been early today - 
        in the meadows, 
           by the pond, 
              along the shores, 
                  around friendly trees and smiling flowers, 
                       with the meadowlarks and chirpy games, 
                               I’d give away anything.
Basking in the sun on such a lemony day, 
someone sulks to find it's an emotional burn. 

If only I could catch the loveliness of the sun, 
I'd give away anything. 
Just for something this grand. 

The mind wills but the heart groans. 
A moment of joy and laughter, so fleeting.
Forgot me, gave away the troubles. 
Today could be A DAY,
If only, ever so softly,  I could catch the sun.

Details | Free verse | |

My Allotment Narnia

Through the gate and into another world
Leaving my cares on the outside
Breathing in the air of my sanctuary
That’s where you’ll find me,
When life feels hard to bear.

Hands deep in the soil
The rich smell filling my mind
Feeling the cold earth between my fingers
That’s where you’ll find me,
When life feels hard to bear.

Talking to the chickens
Stroking their soft feathers
Listening to their curious chirps
That’s where you’ll find me,
When life feels hard to bear.

Gently planting new crops
Watering them in to the ground
Whispering soft words of encouragement
That’s where you’ll find me,
When life feels hard to bear.

Digging over a plot of land
Pulling out weeds to start a clean slate
Leaning on my spade for a rest
That’s where you’ll find me,
When life feels hard to bear.

Drinking homemade wine around a campfire
A warm glow spreading across my cheeks
Listening to songs in the night
That’s where you’ll find me,
When life feels hard to bear.

My joy, my deep breath
My allotment, my other world
A place that waits for me no matter what happens in my day
That’s where you’ll find me,
When life feels hard to bear. 

Details | Ballade | |

Cleaning up the garden

Cleaning up the garden

It was just a few short weeks ago
When I looked out of my window
And saw the state my yard was in
My angst, it sure did grow
It was like blooming Jungle
So wild, and thick and free
And so I thought with truth and all
How lazy can one be?

So I got out there with all my tools
And cut the whole lot back
It took me three long tiring days
Though me I did not lack
In energy, I worked so hard
And in the in between’s
I sunk me back a beer or two
Cause the days were hot and mean.

And now I look into my garden
And the sight it does delight
The climbing Roses everywhere
They’re such a pretty sight
They looked so suffocated
No flowers on them grew
But now they’re looking wonderful
The whole yard looks brand new.

11 March 2014 @ 0927hrs.

Details | Free verse | |

taming flowers

there's not a flower
can't grow wild
thrive neglected and ignored
but how much better
some can do when caged
tied to stakes
and pruned
their buds collected
to encourage growth
the sun, the rain, the earth
and care and harvesting
no less important
to renew the bloom.

Details | Couplet | |

George Dunlop Leslie : Potpourri

It takes planning, a graveled path, herb sets
to create a heavenly perfume

some time around bloom time
excess pruned down by a third and hung.

We see a bit of the hanging God then
in the silky down of lavender, thyme

offer homage of pressed violets, 
golden suns of marigold as tune of awe.

The mincing of the mints is heavenly
as candy, sharp peppermint, mellow lemon balm,

the bedding down of chamomile, poppy maw,
the spiral sweets and gingered leaves of geranium

shavings of orris root, too many iris anyway
so free them all and set the scent create a smelly sum.

Add carnation stars, sticky sweet hollows of fennel
to tell the men, here is where the women live

won’t you remember your marjoram, your rosemary
with the pots on to boil, or laying head on crisp sheets and sigh.

It all takes planning, to decorate, alleviate, scent
create the corners of a life. Let’s go set the herbs.

Then breathe in the heavenly scent of potpourri lent
as offering, homage to all the plenty wonder of our lives.

Details | Free verse | |

Tangled Vines

Inside a gate stands a long forgotten garden
Once full of beauty and floral aglow
Now un-kept from years of neglect
How beautiful it once appeared
Tended with loving care ,the flowers thrived
Now, only the wind, howls and carries the seeds
Placing them in crevices, to grow in the wild
The tangled vines of the Ivy, wound itself,
Around many plants, strangling the life
So it would survive the upcoming years
Now the garden sits derelict in the sun and rain
Lost in the glamor of yesteryear.

Details | Sonnet | |

Garden Tour

It's time for our yearly garden tour.
My yard is one of the chosen.
Folks will be coming through to view
by the few or by the dozen. 
I'll be serving the tantalizings,
sandwiches sized in tete-tete,
edible flowers as  salads,
along with tea at every plate.
Paeonia and papavers
And rosa of every shade,
the bright pinks and reds and yellows, dazzle
and have not yet begun to fade.

To protect our flora we must forbid
that you bring your dog or careless kid.

Details | Free verse | |



The hearts love, is the tenderest of mercy's,
Delicate petals of emotion, a rose blossom
Of sheer beauties distinction.
That grows within the inner being, deeply
Rooted in our most sacred garden, of
Pleasures secret desires.
Vines woven intricately, weaving a thick
Tapestry, of the evergreen leaves of texture, giving
A depth of feeling to the creative soul,
Whom dwells within the artist.
Nurtured by inspiration, it's lights warmth,
Feeding the poetic inward drive to thrive,
And grow beyond the lotus structure,
Called the human body.
A pondering mind seeking to reach
Outwardly, to touch the moon and stars,
In the heaven's above.
Oh to cut freely away from my tethers,
The tangled vines of life I've weaved,
To be set free, to float away as a seed onto
A distant breeze, landing in a new pastures
Flowering bed.
But nay, I am but a mortal rose, and life
Can be cut short by the twisting sheers of fate.
Lingering thus my words reach out, as legacy's
Inheritance, my forget-me-knots, for future
Generations to come.
In this my most sacred garden, my words of
Emotions shall live on for them, my youthful children,
The true physical sprouts of my life's labors.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Garden

All day she watches, feeding on greed,
but she would not pick any of the flowers.
These are flowers that fly and all but sing.

For flight and honey, dazzled so in quest of sweetness.
A bird, one that gathers its wings
and flies higher and higher.

This lovely flower fell to seed.
Work gently sun and rain.

Details | Free verse | |

The Garden

The Garden © 

I wander my garden 
the morning sun barely peeking 
above the distant hills 

dew drops wet my toes 
and the damp earth seeps between them 
cool and wet 

my flowers nod their heads to me 
as if to say ‘good morning’ 
their colors soft and muted without 
the rays of the sun to spike their flagrant color
the over-achieving bee dips into the golden nectar
a bird trills a celebration to the new day 

Trisha Sugarek
Moths and Machettes

Details | Haiku | |

Pinky Bloom Delights

Against a Full Moon Sakura petals captured Such a bloom delights .

Details | Lyric | |

Nature's Sigh

The Black butterfly waves away her adorations
All she seeks is seclusion, subsuming slave to mortification
The Dear Air is all she can breath, captive of imaginary dreams
The Beacon resonates, but the hope isolates
The Wasteland's silky fingers caressing the virgin's face

So she is now, the covet of the damned
Programmed to every victim's pain
Carrying the weight of every sorrow
Drowning in wrongs she does not know
But paradise is at loss; she must go

Nature sighs after the bite
All my hopes fading
Don't look at me with those sorrowful eyes
How do you know exactly what I'm feeling?
I'm just the ghost flower passing by
And you can hear nature's sigh

Details | Haiku | |

A Garden

   cottage garden with
   lavender and rich roses -
   heavenly scented

Details | Ballade | |

Here on the patio

Here on the patio.

I’m out here on the patio
Just soaking in the day.
Vivaldi on the stereo
He takes all stress away.
The Sun shines down so joyfully
As the fountain sings its song
And the joy within my being 
Is oh, so very strong.

A flower gazes vividly
Like a stunning orange flame.
It has such power in its hue
As it plays natures game
Weaving, swaying, dancing
Beneath the morning sun
As the perfect pure white daisies.
Celebrate the day begun.

The mauve Hibiscus on a shrub
Just to the left of me
Be etched against a pure blue sky
As she sways there lazily.
In a garden filled with wondrous color
As the music softly plays
I sit here taking it all in
My mind in a dreamy haze.

When that day comes, I leave this shell 
And go where I must go
Then let it be on a day like this
Beneath the suns soft glow.
With a fountain there in symphony
And Vivaldi on the set.
Then I might wave goodbye to all
And leave with no regrets.

Details | Rhyme | |


I see romantic gardens in both their eyes
Smiles reach Heaven, bring celestial highs

Perfect petaled roses are in beauty bloom
Majestic bride, next to her admiring groom

Together they've sown, a taste for kindness
United to weed out, selfish roots of blindness

Nature's fragrance, attracts colorful butterflies
Seeds of sure promise on this fertile soil lies

Sunset's allure, we breathe in amazing grace
Romantic gardens, their cherished vows placed   

*A memorable moment captured at a friend's wedding.. Vows were exchanged in a beautiful, romantic garden at sunset.

Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Contest Name: What's in your GARDEN? Contest #3 (Old/new) 
Date: 5-3-14

Details | Rhyme | |

My Secret Garden

Let me take you by the hand...
To a place, where one can believe.
In my secret garden there is a plan.
One of eternity.

This world is full of thistles and thorns...
Life can be full of disappointments.
Into this life we are born.
With struggles and discontentment.

Plant your seeds of life...
Water them here below.
Watch as they sprout up through might.
Catching a breath of fresh air while they grow.

The rain waters the garden during the season...
The sun dries out the flowers, through it's warmth. 
Their life span will dwindle in this life by reason.
Through "My Secret Garden", God will take me to His heavenly home. 

By:  Cinda M Carter

My Secret Garden




Details | Sonnet | |

Garden of pleasure

Please step into my garden it's very dark I know
the lights through the red roses will soon glow
Come smell the trumpet lilies make your senses twirl
table set with red gingham amongst the roses that swirl
through an archway where a twin seat is placed
Tea lights adorn every spare space
The rice salads look inviting, along with the rest
BBQ chicken almost ready, will taste the best
amongst  the beautiful  impatiens of every hue
table fountain tinkling simply to relax you
Sit back with a glass of sangria in your hand
Gentle Viennese waltz transports you to another land
The visual impact of my garden is surreal 
the white pots of Busy Lizzie do not look real
Lamium spreading in the garden bed to enhance the view 
My garden is for pleasure, come your invited too.

Details | Lyric | |

In The Rain

Written June 6, 2013

The preacher read the gospel
And we sank into our tears
Tearing down the curtain
We've been behind for all these years

A baby leaves its mother
An angel drops its wings
Leave me bound against the wall
Dangling by a string

Sitting by the window
Hoping she'll remember me
Sitting by the window
Contemplating memories

Resolve your inhibitions
And you'll find me in the garden
Where the flowers drink champagne
And God is in the rain

Details | ABC | |


You send bolts through my skin 
something I was never to 
accomplish with you, when I 
saw you it's like my heart sank 
to my stomach and I was in 
shock my body still my body 
heavy felt like when I moved I 
was about to fall to my knees 
you make me want to get 
inside my brain pick you up and 
take you out pick you one by 
one like a flower because I do 
love you and love you not.

Details | Narrative | |

The Bee and the Butterfly

(A Fable in a Poetry Form)

Once there was a lively bee
Flying on the lake so free
He stop on a certain flower
That seems to grow each and every hour

He went near and nearer to it
Smeeling every petals so sweet
He turned to it 'round and around
And oh! Then found butterfly on the ground

It lies there as if no life
Under the heat of the sunlight
He flies to it 'round and around
And what's this? the butterfly make no sound.

The bee wondered what to do
He think everything he could do
He tried to wake the butterfly
At last it moved slowly and  tried to fly

"I can't fly"said the butterfly
"My wings are so tired and weak."
"I could help you fly" said the bee to butterfly
"And help you a place and comfort to seek."

But the bee is to small to fly
He couln't carry the butterfly
At last he think a good idea
That'll help them both went above to fly 

The bee flew and went to his place
And called every companions at pace
He came back with the other bees
Carried the sleeping butterfly at peace

When the butterfly was awake
She remembered every moments in lake
She called out for a feast
Invited each and every bees as a guest

Then the lake went colorful
All the flowers bloom from gloom
Then the bees are full of laughter
They and the butterfly unite forever.

Moral Lesson: It doesn't matter what you are and who you are and what's the difference between you and the other person. As long as you help one another, you will live happily forever after.

Details | Lyric | |

In Bloom

Written July 29, 2013

The wind blows the rainbows down
Turns your frown upside down
Then spins it back around

The sun hides the moon
Underneath its coat in bloom
The flowers came late this June

The rain in a teardrop
Falls like dew from a leaf
When she looks at me

See that look upon her face
Used to take her to the stars
Now she's headed back from Mars

Now that Venus loves her more
Wouldn't throw her to the floor
Like before

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,
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

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

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This wild, woody garden


This wild and woody garden

This wild and woody garden
Oh, how she pleases me
Her upkeep sometimes gets me down
This I did not foresee
I guess that now at seventy
I’m really slowing down
But if my trees should disappear
Then I would surely frown.

I created all of this
I knew just what to do
I planted every kind of shrub
And watch the growth come through
Now one can’t hardly move in it
But oh the energy
That seems to flow into my soul
From every kind of tree

The birds, they come to visit us
In every kind of hue
As the trees they dance upon the breeze
And me, I’ve naught to do
But sit here watching natures show
Me, and my little friend
Letting power sooth my soul
And bring angst to its end.

9 August 2013 @ 1826hrs.

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The Garden we created

As I gaze out of my window
Bright flowers they touch my heart
For years I've looked each morning
So awed by nature's art

This was our very first home
There were no shrubs, nor flowers
Yet now we have something to gaze at
We filled it up with nature's power

Our window stands out like a snapshot
Within it a beautiful scene
Flowers of many wondrous colours
Show out midst leaves, soft green

Oh yes, it is so beautiful
This garden we've designed
A garden half as beautiful
It would be hard to find

Details | I do not know? | |

I see a garden

I see a garden, not faraway
The rivers are melted gold
The night is bright as a day,
The winds not hot or cold,
The grass is soft as a cloud
I jump barefoot side by side
With a multi-colored crowd:
Angels: half-maze, half-guide.
Yet, I slept a dreamless dream
Under the rosy flowered tree
Wondering if this could mean:
If there is more in Eden to see.
I parted from there afternoon
Hoping to find what is amiss:
A rosebud blooming soon
Aroused by my candid kiss. 

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A Garden Party

The sun is shinning and the breeze is a blow,
my table all white with lace in it's place and
tea cups in a row.

Fresh, red watermelon in tiny scoops with triangle cut orange
marmalade sandwiches lined in the shape of a loop.
Hazelnut butter and apple jam adorns thinly sliced ham.

A lovely little teapot with yellow roses painted
on it's stem, gives a flowery glow to this day's trend.
The lavender in the garden is all a bloom with
fuzzy, yellow and black bumble bees kissing it's plumes.

Ivy canopied along the gate, all this green makes me
feel so alive and great. This day is filled with family and
friends, a wonderful time watching the children play, I hate
to see it end.

Bluebirds are perched on the window seal and then in the
back ground I hear a whiperwhil. Butterflies gliding through 
the air, just like us, they haven't a care.

The ladies talk of all that's new and gossip silly little tales
the whole day through. Clouds passing in big, white, puffy
hues and perfectly shades the court yard's designed clues.

A garden party, its always a treat, a place where after
the flower garden walk, you can sip tea, have a laugh, even tell a
secret, a true friend will keep and a place in nature you can
rest peacefully, your feet. 

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A View From My Deck

Fluffy white floaters on the breeze
Parachuting from the sky
Petals off the apple tree
A carpet on the lawn

Happy birds that tweet and trill
Songs of constant joy
Hopping and bopping from branch to branch
High rise nesting architects

Hummers zip and stop on a dime
Hover at colourful flowers
Drinking natures sweetened nectars
Yellow bush a favourite

Garden buzzes its own rhythm
Yellow pollinators streaking by
Moving from one plant to another
Nature's wondrous helpers

On the deck with morning coffee steaming
Marvelling at the non-stop action
Much better than watching the morning news
Relaxed, refreshed, renewed for the day

Details | Sonnet | |

Party of the Garden's Pride

Tea Rose arrives first, claims her chair by the bird bath as Irises turn bearded faces on the path. They offer admiring glances to Gardenias, who promenade ahead of the pink Begonias. Black-Eyed Susans adorn our festive garden deck, where Florida’s Orange Blossoms stand so erect. Shuffling through the garden come seven Dianthus, followed closely by a host of Lisianthus. Tea party underway at the garden table, Four O’Clocks make a tardy showing, unable to raise their weary heads before late afternoon. Here in my back yard with these flowers I commune. Imbibing nectar, joyful hours just slip away, but we vow to meet again the very next day.
*Written June 8, 2014

Details | Limerick | |

To Grace a Pink Rose

It's my desire to grace a Pink Rose Scented attraction, attracts my nose Gardener man in me sees Scents sensed so wonderfully Natures stem to the Rose grows <*>

Details | Light Poetry | |

My Own Little Garden

Grow garden
wild and free
neat and tidy rows
do not define thee.
Borage and cornflowers
feed my bees 
while butterflies 
rest in the parsley.  
Catnip for my feline friends 
next to my basil and thyme 
Ignore the weeds 
if you please
I think my garden is sublime

for the My Own Little Garden contest

Details | Acrostic | |


Gardening is planting the seed in hope that it will grow and blossom 
All things will blossom with time and sunshine
Roads can get bumpy when it rains but you can weather the storm
Don't let to much water fall from you can it can ruin the roots
Even if you don't mean to you still can neglect you plant
Never give up on your plant even when it looks like it's dying
I will give it plenty of time and attention and I will talk to it too
Need to give it plenty of space when transplanted so as not to anger
Grow with all my heart till it will burst open

The Sweetest Touch Contest
Tricia Bernard 

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Garden Cherub

Stone cherub in a garden 
Precious guardian, 
of the flowers 
How I envy your position 
and eternity of hours
To mingle with serenity 
To represent such bliss 
Oh! I would be a cherub 
For the sum of all of this 

Suzanne Delaney

1st. Place in Sandy Ivy D's 
My Own Little Garden Contest.

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Garden Party

The garden abounds flowers tumbling down
from the trellis roses sweetly scented
delicate pots strewn with colourful crown
groaning tables are with flowers crested

Plates filled with delicacies await
vol-au-vents and laden pastries sit
hungry mouths will eat and evaluate
leaving behind scattered crumbs of wit

Romances will flourish under the hot sun
dalliance or two with consequences
that appear in nine months to the ton
causing aslant glances at the lapses

Still the flowers bloom with vibrancy
colourful petals gleam all waxy

written 06/24/2014

contest Garden Party


Ton is another word for people from the nobility
ie lords, earls and ladies

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Spring Song

New birthed buds will yawn and stretch to 
Golden-threaded rays; 
Parrot tulips bloom in early spring;
Liquid colors flow like cascading silk, across my garden.

Paper whites smile and soak up Mother Earths’ milk;
All is beautiful in this lush garden canvas
Birds provide a mellow concerto and titter-sweet notes, 
dance on the scented air.

Cricket-chirp-symbols ring out with each stanza as,
Evening shadows flicker upon Gaia’s’ palette;
Crescendo on the dew-dusted air.

Here, among them all, I sit in contemplation.
I sense their elation;
Euphoria of spring-song consumes my spirit.

Details | Carpe Diem | |

Fred's Garden

Fred is a mouse, inside a garden.
Where there stood one bush, inside Fred's garden.
"a-DEEN" flower bush, inside his garden.
You say "a-DEEN" for "one", when you're speaking it in Russian.
a-DEEN bush in the garden of Fred.

Fred brought a bush, inside the garden.
Now there are two bushes, inside Fred's garden.
"dvah" flower bushes, inside his garden.
You say "dvah" for "two", when you're speaking it in Russian.
dvah bushes in the garden of Fred.

One day there appeared, inside the garden.
A baby flower bush, inside Fred's garden.
So there are "tree" flower bushes, inside his garden.
You say "tree" for "three", when you're speaking it in Russian.
tree bushes in the garden of Fred.

1, 2, 3 bushes, inside the garden.
Let us count the bushes, inside Fred's garden.
a-DEEN, dvah, tree bushes, inside his garden.
Excellent! My friend, you can count to 3 in Russian!
Do-svidaniya! From the Garden of Fred!

Details | Ballad | |


Sat in a friends garden surrounded by plants, birds and bees.

Sat admiring each leaf and petal, all delicately made by the creator.

Looking at each bumblebee with it,s colours and watching it work,

moving from flower to flower gathering pollen to be made into honey,

that tastes so yummy.

Clematis, lavender and fig, so many plants all around me in one place to see,

so many species to memorise not so easy. The garden a place of beauty, peace

and harmony, a place of relaxation, rest and inspiration. A place to be close to

nature and in the presence of my lord sat at his feet.

A sunny day a comfy chair and a cool drink to  hand. Just sat in the garden, 

talking, praying and singing, me and the lord undisturbed, unbroken, undiluted 

pure sweet fellowship. The way it should be.  thank you God for the garden


Details | Free verse | |

Tangled Vines

Tangled vines kept closed the door
that led into the secret garden
the small girl very patiently
one by one untangled them

It took her oh so very long 
until at last they were all free
slowly, and so excitedly she
opened the door and peered

Her eyes wide as saucers
as she beheld the beauty
a stunning garden decked 
with flowers made of jewels

contest: Tangled Vines  written 06/30/2013

Details | Rhyme | |


Faded colors
Wilt and willow 
Petals drift down
People tread
The petals dead 
The world is spinning ‘round
And I turn towards the sun
And feel its warmth upon my face 
And I stand up straight and tall
My colors radiant in grace 
And I cared for by green thumb
And the soil fertile and new
I wake myself to the rising sun
And a sky that’s bright and blue 
Clouds drifting far from my mind 
And a subtle breeze blowing by 
I am picked by green thumb
I knew for my beauty, I must die.

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Garden Club Ruse part 1 of 2

For years no one ever had a clue...
Of the secret she 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....

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Gransmother's Legacy, Number 2

On a trip to Grandmother's, 
we'd hear Mother say,
"Your next botany lesson 
will soon be on its way."

A visit invariably meant 
an immediate tour of her garden,
while the roast in the oven 
began to shrivel and harden.

Our stomachs would growl, 
our patience would wane,
as she spoke each plant's
 history and worth again.

A friend questions
 my knowledge of flowers.
Stomachache returns briefly,
 recalling all those hours.

Slowly, awareness dawns 
of my grandmother's legacy;
a love for earth's harvest 
stems from the gift she gave. 
Her words wash over me, 
the scene before me transposes,
as her voice again expounds
 the virtue and fragrance of

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Haiku 1 - bees and wasps, butterfly, dancing leaf

jostling in the garden
bees and wasps compete
for the flower's favours

perched on a petal
butterfly uncoils its tube
then injects the flower

a gust of wind
the dried leaf leaps up
and dances in the air

Details | Rhyme | |

Beautiful Acacia

God’s most perfect gift

Oh, what perfect beauty
Like little yellow gems
Nestled midst those prickly leaves
Oh, how much love them
They sparkle in the morning sun,
And give my heart a lift
Oh that sweet Acacia
She’s Gods most perfect gift.

16 August 2013 @ 

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Garden Party Contest - Sonnet

This is my first at a sonnet, a very nice lady told me where to research and here is my try.

The sun is shinning and the breeze is a blow
my table is all white with lace in it's place
and tea cups in a row.

Fresh, red watermelon in tiny scoops with
orange marmalade sandwiches 
in the shape of a loop.

The lavender garden all a bloom with fuzzy,
yellow and black bumble bees, kissing it's plumes.

A garden party is always a treat, it is a place
where after the flowery garden walk you can 
sip tea, have a laugh, even tell a secret, a true
friend will keep.

A place in nature you can peacefully
rest your feet.

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Seasons' March

I greet the morning with anticipation, bubbles 
of excitement inside, straining forward to walk 
outside and stroll among the flowers my hands 
have planted and cared for over the past years, 
the weigela from our youngest daughter, tomato 
plants from her daughter, the dill we placed nearby
to warn off bugs, the orange rose bush from Aunt
Juanita, as happy in my yard as hers, my mother’s 
petunias, flowering almond, and variegated sedum, 
four Alberta spruce, grown several times their size 
as when my brother gave them to me, prior to his
quiet acceptance of death after he lost the battle 
with brain tumor. A hibiscus bush, with its dinner-
plate-size blooms, the longed-for weeping willow, 
living strong where two others before had perished, 
a pink, wild-rose ground cover, spreading more each 
summer,  the crape myrtle my husband hauled in from 
another state, azalea bushes thriving after many false 
starts, spring clematis in deep burgundy, and another 
September one of miniature white stars, framing the 
arch given to me by our only son-in-law on Mother’s 
day, the red rose climber from our eldest son, mums 
everywhere, joining the celebration of season’s end,
as I now contemplate the closeness and inevitability 
of my own.



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He has a red thumb

Taking time smelling with your noses                                                                    Thinking Before you lie in a bed a roses                                                                        You better respect the thorns                                                                                     With these two a rose was born                                                                                  Some complain a rosebush has thorns                                                                      Grasped with haste and you may be torn                                                                         Or rejoice a thorn bush has roses                                                                               Admire the beauty in which the thorny poses                                                                You knew when you began to pick                                                                           Handle with care lest you get pricked                                                                              A young gardener has a red thumb                                                                               An older gardener rejoicing he has none

Details | Free verse | |

Orchards of the Moonlight

Jasmine blossomed 
from the concrete of heaven 
while angels sing soft melodies 
that land on the intimacy of my soul 

My eyes left perplexed 
captivating the presence of this beauty 
from a gentle smile that falls from the petals 
of this delicate flower 

The warmth of my heart, declared 
from the rays of the sun 
and shine my aura with pleasant moonlighted conversations 
that Eden has excited me with 

I'm lost in the trance of this moment 
brought upon the rain from the clouds 
that fog all existence of impressions 
left behind in departed memories of love 

The roses in my garden have expired 
to leave way for this fresh plantation to grow 
indulging it's direction to a whole new production 
of spiritual maturity 

I may have fallen in love with a desperate recognition 
my past has barricaded in the sands 
from the sight of this acquired exhibit 
that delivers passion to my universe 

I'm left in purity for this appeasing flower 
to teach me examples I've lost in the historical moments 
of my sanity caused by the white wine 
that shut out the seeds of my obliterated memories 

Blooming the center of my tender retentivity 
with a sensual touch that calms 
the reflection of the beaming solar system 
the world has equipped to my spirits 

Declining all invitations to submissive pain 
I've known in the past 
and accepting this development as a greeting 
to a new born creation 

She is my flower and I am her essence 
and together, 
we conform in collaboration 
to create a presence of ravishing affection 

Exposed in this garden of perfection...

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    (c) 2012...copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
please don't allow chicken little's prophecy to be correct, only you can do that

  (C) 2012.....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~


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The Local Garden Centre

 Everyone loves a garden
 many a colourful flower
 beauty all around
 spending many a hour

 In recent years we've seen
 garden centres more and more
 flourishing around the country
 becoming popular by the score

 Many taking a deep interest
 making the flowers grow
 keeping the weeds away
 giving plants room to sew

 A prize is often awarded 
 for the garden that's best
 at the local flower show
 beating all the rest

 So the local garden centre
 is a much needful aid
 to all garden lovers
 without them they would fade

 So the next time you see
 a lovely garden in your town
 give thanks for the garden centre
 it's provided the seed in ground


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Smelly me -song lyric contest

Stop buzzing round my head bee
I am not a flower
Message understood
I'll go and have a shower

I know I 'm smelling sweaty
This I must agree
Working in the garden
Has made a smelly me.

Buzz off and feed now
flowers over there
Go and fill on pollen
I'm a gardener that cares

Sing to my old man's a dustman    Wait til he starts the my old man part 

Penned 9 July 2013

Contest Song Lyric

Details | I do not know? | |

Spring Beatuy

Sun comes when winter fades
So bright you must sit in the shade
Sun light glows
Off anything that shows
When the flowers have bloomed
In the garden so carefully strewn
Butterflies float down to drink nectar
A different flower in each sector
Each flower its own beauty
Each unique
A cutie
They’ll come out when winters gone
But to see them you must wait long
Though frozen in the ground
They’ll come safe and sound
A garden wonder
Will come in summer

Details | Sonnet | |

Color burst

Kaleidoscope fields; 
wild flowers in bloom
Poppies dance their reels; 
thought there’s not much room.

Floral canvas palette;
soaking up some sun.
Nature has such talent; 
her colors never run.

Mother Earth births beauty; 
but secrets, she will keep.
With offspring’s fruity flavors; 
for joy, the taste buds leap.

Scenes like this, induce great bliss.
Thank the Earth, for her soft kiss.

Details | Quatern | |

While on Chamomile Fields We Lie

While on chamomile fields we lie
Plucking the thyme flowers to dry
Sage brushes tickling our noses
As we strike rose hips and poses

Black dahlia clouds dotting her eye
While on chamomile fields we lie
Between two stone pillars below
Lay tangled brush nests of swallow

Pink flower buds thrive in the heat
Atop these two hills of fresh peat
While on chamomile fields we lie
Watching dandelions float by

Timidly as a young starling
Rustles around a grass clearing
Coming as fast as she can fly
While on chamomile fields we lie

This is the first Quatern I've ever written. Quite hard but fun. I initially was going to enter the Quatern contest but decided against it.

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Garden feel

What does a garden feel

A flower feel

A bud feel 

A seed feel

When the beholder 

Goes missing 

who can it complain?

Except the Lord. 

Yet the feeling of 

Loneliness remains

Till the first step sounds

Till the first eyes meet

Till the first breath taken

Till the first smile spread

Till the first joy breaks out

Till the garden echoes with sounds

Details | Sonnet | |

Rose for all Seasons


As He looked down from the heavens above,
He created spring and prepared the earth.
He decided Eden needed more love
and made this the season for a new birth.

A perfect garden but man was alone.
One night He caused man to dream in his sleep
and opened his breast removing a bone.
A flower was planted for man to keep.

I am that mate, I’m man's flowering rose.
I was planted in spring in hallowed ground. 
Created in beauty the gardener knows,
the flower of man, to him I am bound.

No longer will man be alone to toil.
Planted in spring in God’s loving soil.


Now is the season I have come to bloom.
Thriving in summer, the gardener’s plan.
Born as a flower within the earth’s womb.
A beautiful rose created for man.

His gift of a flower since time began.
Companion for life, a loving soul mate.
Blossoming strength in the summertime span.
Flowering beauty at the garden gate.

I am that rose, such a wonderful fate.
Strength in beauty, I’m the gardener’s rose.
Created for man so we can relate.
I stand behind him where the garden grows.

Grace in beauty and feminine power.
Standing with him, I’m the summer flower.


Fall is the season of power and might.
A soul mate I was created to be
and placed in the garden at God’s decree.
Behind my man in the gardener’s sight,
a feminine rose is the male delight.
As I stand next to him, for all to see,
my mystical power that set him free
and the gardener smiled for it was right.

Fall is the season I start to relax,
the breeze is provoking my rest and sleep.
It is the season, our work is now done.
Together all year we learned all the facts
and memories that we, forever keep.
For we have been blessed together as one.


Winter lends a blanket of snow
here in the place where gardens grow.
Blossomed all year beautifully dressed.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

The gardener knows the reason,
my beauty doubles next season.
I gave him strength, held to my breast.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

My man smiles because of the rose.
A winter sleep is just repose.
A rose for a man, passed the test.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

Winter lends a blanket of snow.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

Author Notes:

Spring:  Shakespearian sonnet
Summer: Spenserian sonnet
Fall: Petrarchan sonnet
Winter: Kyrielle sonnet

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Blossoms for my Soul

The sidewalk wasn't yet laid.
Voracious weeds and insidious
grass swallowed up blossoms,
choked life from their roots.
Flowers wilted in the sun,
withered and turned black,
dried brittle to the touch.

My soul shriveled in unison

I placed rocks along the path.
Grass roots crept around and
beneath rocks, seizing my space,
ignored bare patches on the 
lawn, left begging for cover.

Last summer, sidewalk in place, 
flowers grew riotously
between concrete and brick,
thumbed their pretty noses
at enemies beyond the barrier.

My soul flourished joyfully.

Details | Haiku | |

Fuji horaana

wisteria cascades                                                                                                       the rich pendants wave in wind                                                                                       a flowery den                                                                                      				- Whimsical Wisteria Gardens and Tunnel in Japan

Details | Verse | |


Dawn breaks- I wake - I'm out of REM
I see visions in my eyes - I see the skies
Beauteous be ! My tranquility , rising and shining
The visions in my head - then permeate
I concentrate - I walk through gardens
The words I hear- they are memories
I see pictures in my brain - I see no rain
Pouring down unto my life today, I see
That I perk up! And the day as I can say
Is really enjoyed by what my mind creates today
With vivid color - I see radiant hues
I'm awake - I encourage no blues
In my mind is the beautiful flowers in the garden
Each petal that falls, leaves then a mark
In my life - and my feelings they harden
The sun lifts me - the rays on my face
This is my aura - again this is my space
The dawn broke - I again out of REM
With the roots of the flower from which it may stem
I still walk those paths and still concentrate
On the visions in my head, I then imagine
The pictures they wilt and I feel no pain
That the roots they again grow with this the rain.
Trickling down, each drop I do so declare
Mesmerizes my brain each step of the path
And creates the growth for me everywhere.
These beautiful days in the gardens I have.

Details | Free verse | |

A Walk In The Garden In Moonlight Part 2 of 2

(Part 2 of 2)

While Wading Thru The Garden At Midnight
While Wooing In The Garden In Moonlight

Still Sharing Secrets That Our Shadows See
On This  Rendezvous To A Path of Our Life's Journey
We Come To A Stop By A Stand of Myrtle Trees
This Is The Spot Where The Earth Seems To Breathe

As You Kneel In Blue-Star Grass Upon An Older Knee
By The Purple Violets - Where You Proposed To Me
Oh, What Better Way To Start Each Anniversary
than In The Place That We Both Share Passionately 

... When Walking Thru Our Garden At Midnight
and Waking In Our Garden In Moonlight

                     Written & Copyrighted ©:  8/30/2013 
                      by:  MoonBee Canady

Details | Rhyme | |

View From the Hammock

When sun's bright rays scorch the earth's face,
when dust grit strays to cover every space,
faded blossoms weep while Daffodils sleep
'neath Snapdragon's shade.

Then lily buds burst in rainbow array,
birds slake their thirst in water-hose spray,
as Rose of Sharon competes with Herculean feats
of Cardinal Vine's parade.

The lazy summer breeze will make me pause
while monotone of the bees will give me cause
amid summer's quest to seek quiet rest
in solstice serenade.

Details | Rhyme | |

Disturb Not The Tulip's Place

Tear up not the tulip's face
for it's beauty is abound.
Leave it's color in it's place
where stems meet the ground.

Care for the garden where it lives
feed it, water it and it's rows turn.
Of yourself to it forever, lovingly give 
knowing that each year it will return.

Please disturb not the tulip's place
it's graciousness comes from above.
Each leaf is of a velvet, perfect lace
unfolded by the sun's undying love.

Details | Light Poetry | |

A garden of flowers

A garden of flowers............. 
A garden of flowers are grown for the Eden of love
There are so many lovely flowers are grown in this garden
Only each flower will attract us with its own beauty 
All the flowers are swarming, gracefully and clamor on the earth
Each flower could open our heart to feel the love of nature
Flowers in the morning mist with crystal dew drops
make us to see the light of the God shine from heaven
When the rain falls from the sky, Mother Nature makes them grow widely
When I walked in the garden, I smell the sweet aroma from their petals
When the darkness covers the garden with shade of night
then the moonlight shine on all those flower's petals with dew drops
When all those flowers are in your hands, you will feel the world for the moment
And love for the flowers in all her splendor grand, my heart at rests more

Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka

Copyright @2008 - Ravi Sathasivam


Details | Concrete | |

Country Roads

I'm on a road with no end in sight that brought me here to be with you even through the nights. What I'm holding near is also whispering in my ear bringing cheer and joy across the land with God's right hand. I'm walking through a field of clover finding room to cross over wearing my coat of many colors that also look like the flowers I see in front of me that smell so sweet nearly knocking me off my feet. It's on a uncloudy day with not much to say as I pray also for you today,out sight and out of mind freeing up time as it unwinds standing underneath a blanket of love sent down from above. On a sea of love in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the day, wandering if we will cross paths today.

Details | Dramatic Verse | |


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 | Rhyme | |

Perrenials in Tandem

When spring arrives, the blooms appear,
up-shoot toward bright heavens' sphere,
and sprinkle earth with wondrous cheer.

In early March, belle crocus sings
of rattling joy her presence brings,

when chased along by daffodil.
If paired with roses' scarlet trill,
the wind applauds in shivered thrill.

Upon her heels comes creeping phlox,
to climb among the treasured rocks.

Clematis vine boasts vibrant hue,
now seeks acclaim for ocean's blue,
and strives to catch the morning dew.

In turn, Miss Iris bares her face
and proudly joins the vernal race,

The lilies fight for share of praise
and hostas’ stately arms up-raise
as birds rejoice throughout the blaze.

Details | Free verse | |

Lady Bugs

Peonies and purfect sunsets swell as the evening thunders
Even the daffoldilles saunter as  Mrs. night dresses up her laces
Open hearts and now forgotten places within mixed up faces
Boughten borrowed lots been buried and caught just in cases
Lilacs spawn as early as that there bedded about the lawn
 Little specs ride the pond one by one

Details | I do not know? | |


When winter became a Spring day 
The first flower born..... 
the Princess of Flowers had much to say....... 
The winter had left the castle all forlorn 

How sweet to have flowers in the Hall........ 
On a  tapestry on the wall 
No flower to big or too small 

A walk around the castle ground 
Revealed much to be found 
The South Wind Prince, 
sent a wind warm and light 
Upon it, the flowers bright 

The Princess  collected.......... 
The flowers......... 
So carefully selected 
To plant on the tapestry garden 
To hang on the wall........... 
In the Great Hall 

When  an Autumn day becomes winter cold 
The tapestry will comfort all 
The colour..... 
The scent it will hold............ 
in the Great Hall 

The flowers, gathered so......... 
The ribbons and silks 
A blaze of colour........... 
Scattered on a tapestry maedow 

The Flower Princess, 
and all her helpers 
Waited for the sunniest day, 
for they had a tapestry to display 

Before long..... 
She gathered her throng........ 
The tapestry ready for showing 
The scent wafting through 
Honey suckles 
Lilies too 
Flowers of deepest through 
red,yellows and pinks 
The colours living......... 
On a tapestry 

They carried the tapestry to the Hall 
All gasped in wonder at it all 
For when the wind blew........... 
The flowers grew........ 
On a tapestry  beautiful too 

A garden for all........ 
To be hung in the Great Hall 
no one suspected 
How those colours reflected 
Such flowers to enthrall 

Details | Light Poetry | |

So Busy

I have pinched, pruned, planted, fertilized and even mowed...
I have dug, dressed, divided, harvested and hoed.

Then I thinned, trimmed, transplanted, sprayed, sowed and staked...
Then I wheeled, watered, weeded, rototilled and raked.

I loosened, limed and layered, that's me; gardening by the book...
But there was one thing I neglected, I was so busy I forgot to look.

My flowers were as beautiful as could be...
And I was so busy I didn't see.