Best Horticulturist Poems

Floating fluttering fleurs
are jewels in fuchsia and magenta
transmuting into taffy hue
with the kiss of dappled sunlight
like her cheeks that blush in pink
with his wondering wink.

The willows are stalactites 
seducing newly bloomed nympheas
slumbering in Egyptian blue water 
like her shaggy windswept hair
teasing her beloved's face
beneath the...

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-The Tree of Life- 

Featuring: Casarah Nance
 ~~I am beautiful on the inside you will see~~
   ~But really I am scarcely a tree in the woods.~
  
Beauty found a tree that sits and does not utter 
Owning, up to the heavens, look...

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His daughter was getting married
So the Hon. Minister’s gate was thrown open
For just that day.
And like flies to a carcass,
The people thronged in
To see, to hail, to help with cooking, 
And to gossip.

His gangster paradise
Of beautiful daughters and
Buxom young wives, a harem of them,
The assorted...

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I wondered what I’d do If I had chosen a career
Would it have been based on challenge or overcoming fear
I could have been an electrician
Working with plugs and wires and sprockets
Or maybe even a politician
Putting my hands in other peoples pockets
I might have been a...

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*LETTER TO MY FATHER*

 
Dearest Father
With heart ripped into rags and shreds I write ? to you tonight
Trembling hands and ink made of tears and blood
Teary ?? eyes and bloody heels like a defeated soldier
Lost it all in battle field but just his life
Father, I've...

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splashing. sunshine.

etched glasses with paint in mind -
water goo.

rose reds and blueberry blues.

as if handling a ginormous flatscreen,
the canvas placed.

splash...splash...splash
like a conductor with an orchestral skill.

the maestro puts on his visor and busies himself,
squeezes the trigger, the water bottle
set to diffuse. his plants flourish in...

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I was a fashionable horticulturist, for elegant flowers keep eternally in style,
Like the saffron sun, coming and going, always causing dark skies to smile.

Plants were a jade preoccupation, long before glad days of my rosy career,
Filled with such mystery and magic, bringing rare surprises year...

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Of all the things that I could be
     I think I'll not select  
        'Horticulturist'

  'Cos life for me's been too much at sea
     I see myself strictly...

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