Best Fertilizers Poems
Stretched along the silent winter garden
thrives a cold, dark dirt blanketed in olive decaying leaves.
Beneath the food of natural fertilizers, life emerges from its long hushed sleep
in sprouts of pale yellowed seafoam tender tiny greenery
with shoots of seaweed blue tinged daffodills
that push aside the hued lime grass carpeting.
The faded colors lost in the long white winter, rises,
in emerald peekings of a snowdrop wrapped in hazel eyed hues,
lush colors bleed into the awaiting shamrock meadow below,
escaping the melting and discolored snow.
Life springs forward to welcome the new season.
along the roof moss grows freely along the edge in pickled shades
thriving and living as a neon florescence in the sun
and the world is once again,
reborn to pistachio and clover imagery
lying where the green grass grows again.
Sometimes, I can hear that happy, bubbly brook
bouncing over stones and under the wheel…that giant wheel.
It would drone along groaning a wooden song;
each night luring the brassy sun ever toward a distant skyline
by soft chattering of cog on cog and mesmerizing clockwork.
Other times I’m haunted by the gritty rasp of stone on stone
and swirling tendrils of fine dust doing a serpentine dance
through heavy air, reaching like so many ghoulish fingers
grasping desperately before dissolving;
coating my memories and that dusty wood-planked floor.
Yesterday I yearned for simpler times when
I would lazily strum my second-hand guitar
from a mossy log in the shade of our old gristmill.
Plucking those plaintive songs of young heartache
or gleefully accompanying cardinals in a nearby thicket.
But today all that remains is corporate.
Steel rollers chain driven by diesel motors.
A dried up creek bed cutting an over-burdened field
of chemical pesticides and fertilizers to grow
everything but food for my soul.
6/3/2018
Written for The Gristmill Poetry Contest
Hosted by Craig Cornish
Tongues loose, tongues in a hangman’s noose
Wag without care to declare nonsense
As wisdom salvaged from the sluice
Where nonsense whacked common sense
Lost in a sea of error whose terror
Harmed victims concealed by protagonists who opted to promote
The cult of nonsense whose defence mirror
Plunged into reverse gears that chose to demote
Common sense when tongue waggers
Congregated in an occult cabal to upgrade gossiping skills
As though grapevine daggers
Staggered upper echelons of wisdom whose quills
Spilled reason in dark corners where tongue waggers shared nonsense seeds
Plus fertilizers of idleness and the icing on cakes of lies
Whose taste on tongues that wagged feeds
Total belief in naked gossip sties
Tied malfeasants together tighter
The better for them to wage war on common sense and desecrate workplace etiquette
Which is anathema to tenets of ultimate gossipers rate lighter
Than curses the wisdom ticket
That caught gossipers red handed munching grapevine beans
While sharing tins and pins of sins
For which gossipers scrambled when grapevine means
Came under close scrutiny when truth queens
Declared grapevines illegal in Wisdom Land
Where any culprit convicted of spreading gossip propaganda
Would be stripped of the royal brand
And punished for the gossip blunder
Committed without shame
To discredit the truth and integrity
In solemn worship of the blame name and claim
Would be sent to Coventry for eternity.
SPRING GARDEN PREPARATION (20150213)
After the winter season
But before the rains begin
Catalogues of heirloom seeds
Delivered just in time
Earmarked and prioritized
Farmer’s Almanac consulted
Given planting periods
Horoscopes included (but useless!)
Individual seed varieties ordered
Junk mail shredded and added to compost
K (potassium) added as potash
Lumber purchased for trellises
Mulching around transplanted seedlings
Non-Genetically Modified Organisms only
Organic fertilizers only, too
Planting by phases of the moon
Quick-fix pesticides are anathema
(Round-Up kills everything--US, not just weeds)
Seed boxes keeping seedlings warm
Testing the soil for minerals and organics
Unleashing ladybugs and pollinators
Vertical gardening to conserve space
Watering just enough, but not too much
Xenocide, killing unwanted weed species
Youngsters helping (or hindering)
Zoning plants to vary root depths
Like my father I have a farmer's soul.
I appreciate the Earth.
I know all plants must have good soil
To survive for Spring's rebirth.
Of course all elements are important
In Nature's grand renewal plan;
But the ground lies there so trustingly
From destruction or mercy of man.
I rent my sixty acres, yearly
To a wise and educated farmer;
Who treats the land so gently
It would make your heart beat warmer.
He believes in plant rotation,
Organic fertilizers are a must.
At the mart his lovely tulips
Put most others in the dust.
Whether one works the land for profit,
Or love of Nature is the reason,
One must recognize the needs of Earth
To have success each growing season.
Written: 3/5/16
Where we live is universal
It is men’s abode, they fight for it
Only to become lethal
Man now without mercy is cruel
We love the EARTH and man is wise
To be a fool, he abuses trees for his use
Be it for personal and commercial
He does irresponsible mining to his detriment
His garbage and waste are left uncontrolled.
But sure in pageantry we are not forgetful
Of the monumental EARTH HOUR of this event!
Each one representing
The air, the water, the land, the fire, the rain, the trees
And, Miss Earth is found and crowned
A great face, an advocate , an ambassador
Torchbearer of environmental protection
Mindful of man’s obligation to save this planet
By the second, by the minute, by the hour!
Note: I will diligently sort my garbage into 3 categories: real garbage, recyclable and food scraps (recycled as fertilizers), my humble way of preserving our planet Earth!
Dalila G Agtani
4/25/12
Entered in a contest:
Sponsor nikko palmario
Contest Name: Beyond Earth Hour Writing Challenge
God’s is the realm beyond man’s understanding.
Underway is rapid and rabid deforestation of God’s domain.
As science expands, so does the chasm
between God and men.
Men think.
Thinking gives men science.
Men love science.
Men love themselves.
So they push God back.
They love God less.
They need God less.
They think.
By countless prayers
God would provide bountiful harvests
or terrible famines.
Science provides pesticides, fertilizers
and genetically amplified crops.
So the chasm expands.
By unquestioning trust
God would heal the sick and lame
or forgive the sinner.
Science provides vaccines and medicines,
it explains that genetics determine behavior - there is no sin.
So the chasm expands.
By candlelight,
monks and scholars would study scripture and
draw nearer to God.
Science provides electricity and the internet
where religion is a mocked antiquity.
So the chasm expands.
The width of the chasm is the reach of the Hubble
--and still--
God dwells beyond the realm of man’s understanding
across the chasm of man’s pride,
in the realm of faith.
Waiting eagerly and sorrowful in the silence
for a prayer,
for some trust,
for some lost soul
to find Him.
For when science fails a man,
he looks across the chasm for God
and a perfect love bridges the gap,
provides bounty,
heals wounds,
forgives sins, and
grants light still.
Despite what
men think.
06/12/15
*this was more like a stream of consciousness/free-write than a poem.
HUMAN BEINGS
Human beings are like the white horse,
They are as strong as Orji tree,
They moves like,
The elephant and the moon,
They shines like the,
Sun and the stars,
But the,
Things that marvels me most,
Is our brains and our,
Discovering,
Tell the blacksmith that their,
Guns are okay,
Tell the doctors that they,
Telescopes are as active as a gun,
But,
Do not forget to tell the,
Engineers that their engines are
Still moving.
Tell the
Welders that I idolize their
Ships,
But do not forget to tell the
Scientists that their planes and
Their jets are OK.
Tell soul that he is now like
Abraham,
But tell the crusaders,
That he is now like the,
Preacher.
Tell,
The corrupt barristers to,
Reject that money,
For its better to work than to stay idol,
But tell the police that they,
Needs the hand of the blacksmith.
Tell the,
Soldiers that
They needs more booths,
But tell the poets that they,
Needs to write and go
To the prisoners.
Tell,
My president to implement the,
Citizen’s fundamental rights in his diary.
Tell,
The tailors that we needs,
More cloths,
But tell the engineers that,
We need more scissors.
Tell the horticulturists that
We needs more flowers,
But tell our mentor that,
We are In need of the sun and,
The moon.
Tell,
The agriculturist that we
Needs more foods,
But tell the engineers that we need fertilizers.
Tell,
The blacksmith that we are,
Needs more keys
But tell the goal keeper to
Catch them.
Tell,
The footballers to oppose
Red cards,
But tell the referees to,
Discourage and remove rough players,
Tell,
The pilots to operate very well
But tell a poet to stay
In the plane.
We needs more brains,
Tell the prayer warriors to pray more,
Tell the preachers,
That’s we need they preaching.
Tell,
The novelist to interview more,
Politicians,
But,
Tell the poets to edit their
Articles.
Tell the artists that,
We need their music.
THEMES
1. Brilliant, intelligent,
2. Wisdom,
3. Hardworking,
4. Repentant
5. Excellence
6. Cloth
Home sweet home, my blue home -
Prettiest, loveliest, awesome;
Hither and thither search ye,
Can like Earth another Home be?
Rocking rivers, mighty mounts,
Roaring seas with dark mysteries bound,
Misty valleys, dusty deserts,
Lightning and thunder – ‘power twins’, they assert.
Green trees towering tall and short,
Enriching the eyes and heart
Soothing the soul with bright, fragrant flowers,
Home for birds, fruits for power.
Flying-singers, making melody sweet,
Flapping their wings, the dawn they greet;
Colorful butterflies’ fluttering-fair
In the golden rays fill joy in the air.
Golden shiny sun at noon
And to guard the night, the moon
And the silvery stars at night
Give an awesome treat to sight.
Majestic beasts that mark their domain,
Gentle herds within their reign,
Some with wit their existence feign,
All under the canopy of nature remain.
But now, the rivers that once rocked
Are effluent poisoned and with garbage blocked;
The streams that encountered valleys and farms
Now encounters suffocating plastic swarms.
The once rain-fed lusty green fields
Have now grown frail to give healthy yield
As every now and then they’re drained
In fertilizers’ and pesticides’ chemical rain.
The breeze that slipped sweet song in our ears,
Is intoxicated with smoke that brings tears;
Each one with his vehicle had done
His part of adding to air, pollutants.
Alas! Friend, don’t forget,
Be cautious, I surely bet,
Hither and thither search ye,
Like Earth another Home can’t be!
Oh you stalk of corn,
How withered you look now,
Stripped of honour and full of scorn
Oh you stalk!, now you bow,
you have remained standing only
as a provender for stalls and fodder
Once in full bloom, you were the
cynosure of the farmer
Paying homage to you regularly
giving you largesse
of herbicides' and fertilizers'
The delight of greenery, the envy of
weeds, the lusting of goats and sheep.
The stalk of corn of yore days.
Your peak outlast, your decline at last
Your grains harvested, gladdens the heart
of many wearied;
In dough's of pies, in puddings and porridge's.
The pangs of hunger you salvaged for man
and for beasts
Your seeds await your demise oh stalk
of corn,
To take your place in the vicious cycle
of life by the farmer
Oh corn stalk, you are bowed and
withered waiting for the set time.
Corn stalk, I salute you, take a bow
for now.
You have fulfilled purpose and destiny.
(written on 20/09/2016)
Hate and intolerance, wicked evils of the world.
Prejudices, biases, and bigotry
ran high and rampant -
in times of unrest and hardship.
Why are some so thoughtless?
I realize that hate is not something
that is natural to us.
From the early beginning of life,
that spontaneously sprung into existence.
Like a blade of grass appearing unbeknownst
in a silent crack on the sidewalk.
Back then, we were still -
uncontaminated by the evils -
as we grew older, in some,
they took roots and planted the seeds
of ignorant stereotypes.
Put in place and cultivated,
by the very society we live in.
With the numberless amounts of fertilizers
that society fed to them,
they began inciting hate and prejudices.
In the end, all those efforts resulted in violence.
Purposely released upon those
of difference, be it of
race, religion, or sexual orientation,
that can't bend to its will,
in its own disillusioned image.
Hate, intolerance, prejudice, bias, and bigotry -
from forth its heart
it unleashed onto the world -
fear, unrest, violence,
and ultimately, destruction.
Death calling
Very few are talented; gifted to discern the undetected sleeping peacefully, Whispering tightly sworn secrecy. Few are specially hand-pick curse to detect.
Numb wind- gentle breeze, cold air breathing salty rusty slightly decayed; mask in air intakes; provides disguised to skeletal fingers velvet faint touches
Rested underneath wet fresh green grass lay dead plant, surrounded by nourishing fertilizers. Eyes blind to nature signs channelling its impressions.
That washed away like evidence in sinking sand; fermenting fruits stored in olive brown wood containers stock shelves untouched by elves chanting for solid goals,
That fell and died, alone in the wilderness wild uproar sensation vibrates castle bells signaling preparation for battle that rang hollow almost undetected combing un-defensive ears, which sleep harmoniously with hidden danger.
Mind scratches away symptoms; deem forgotten but he’s still their lurking; like a tiger snares approaching his pray in fear, but dared to kill growl softly
Disguised itself in thick bushy deep grass advancing like a young cub learning to feed, sheath teeth slowly unsheathed; watching patiently for opportunity to strike
First it killed mood then pinch joy. Attacking peace while planting seeds, which sprang discomfort, leaves hosting buds of confusing flower, eradicated concentration draining essence thirsty; deplete my life source.
I feel it coming standing firmed leg shaking waiting to collapse. Defenselessly overhearing whispers organizing Leisurely, slaying my alliance; paralyzed functions fade.
I heard his voice but helpless to null my silent screams Cocked ears and listened to my death calling.
Organic and Non-Organic Foods
By: Ramona Stephens
Organic Food is the very best to eat.
Take care of your organs and your teeth.
No Fertilizers, No Pesticides.
Just White Rice with Fresh Vegetables on the side.
Do not inject Tomatoes, Apples, Bananas or Mangoes.
Grow what you eat, eat what you grow.
Naturally grown Fruits and Vegetables is the way to go.
Synthetic Fertilizers may hurt your tummy.
If Non-Organic was good bees would use it in honey.
Take care of your body and watch what you eat.
Organic Foods is nutritious for long standings on your feet.
So once again grow what you eat and eat what you grow
Naturally grown vegetables is the way to go.
I have with concern been lamenting
With my chilly fears augmenting:
A young promising morning might soon age
And a planter close a helpless page …
My muscles are dying for a cutlass,
My strength enough to not seek a lass
My nostrils fish out odorless fertilizers;
The sparks in my eyes Advertisers
I shouldn’t ears supply with any story,
Now, I could from Ants snatch their Glory …
Through and through An Agricultural Mind
To more farm implements find;
A new day might start ageing like my father
As time further does its race farther.
When did grass become a religion?
The perfect green, weed-free lawn
The goal of every homeowner?
Whole companies now exist solely
To maintain this suburban vision
With “lawn control” fertilizers and
A multitude of weed killer sprays,
In the process destroying habitat
And poisoning butterflies and the bees
We need for pollination of fruits,
Vegetables and a host of flowering plants.
Constant watering depletes reserves
And wastes our precious resource.
Hail to those who have dandelions
And chickweed growing in their lawn
Or those who plant native grasses
And hardy local plants and flowers.
Hurrah for those who opt for vegetable
Gardens in the place of lawns and who
Plant shrubs and flowers that attract
and nurture the elements of nature.