Best Landscaping Poems
What Happened To GOD’s Old Fashioned Women?
Women who were careful how they spoke and didn’t use
profanity to get their thoughts across. Who loved their
husbands and children and their GOD.
Stay at home mothers raising their children well and respected
their husbands and worked at having a loving home.
Old fashioned women who were careful how they dressed,
and did their best to keep their children safe but in
line with the rules of the home.
Sometimes, mothers and their children went to pick beans
and berries to help out with the family finances and
with school clothes.
Women who supported their children’s efforts at
school by attending their plays, games or recitals,
but, realizing all the while that then, the schools were safe
and moral.
It was a different time then, it was a more peaceful time
where neighbors were friendly and helped each other
by keeping an eye out for intruders and any other danger.
I can remember several young mothers who would go to
the park with their toddlers and watched them play
together.
Also, I can remember my mother passing along clothes
down from among the three of us girls, hemming
dresses, making them over, or making new ones.
Mothers who did canning and preparing the family’s
food for the coming year. Doing yard work and
landscaping and dressing up the yard to make it beautiful.
Of course the breakdown of the American home has
come about by divorce of so many couples and families. And then
there are couples having children without the benefit
of marriage which has brought about a total
breakdown of the American Sweet Culture.
I am remembering to, hearing the sound of church bells
ring Sunday morning telling all of us to get up and
get ready for church. There is an old saying, “The family
that prays together, stays together”!
Lastly, that is the country and feelings that I miss but,
times have changed and we REALLY need to look
up for our REDEMPTION DRAWTH NEAR!
JESUS IS COMING SOON, ARE YOU READY?
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
2/19/19
Beneath an amber shade
with a translucent hue.
Two hearts are joined as one
under the light of the moon.
Fireflies glowing,
within distant sight.
Landscaping beauty,
on this cool summers night.
Crickets are chirping
in the fields all around.
Not a word can explain the melody,
of this hypnotic sound.
On a blanket, under the stars
that sparkle from above.
In thee essence of the dew,
I lay with you here my love.
Our hearts begin to flutter
from a long embrace.
Upon the softness of your lips
a warm kiss has been placed.
Making love in the field,
until the new morning sun.
Then naked, hand in hand
together we will run.
Our passion, we will renew
from all the earth has to give.
In a moment set forth,
from this time we now live.
Dan Kearley:12-4-14
The most social thing on earth
Social than the Social Networking Sites
Tall with straight uniform trunk
Unbranched trunk topped with a
Tuft fanlike or featherlike leaves.
Cresting with a plume of long feathery fronds
Making a graceful silhouette of unique beauty
With spiral arrangement of its wood fibers
Which makes it a tree of unusual suppleness and strength
Large evergreen leaves
With bundles of vascular tissue
Scattered throughout the trunks.
Abundant throughout the tropics
And thrive in almost every inhabitat therein
The quintessential image of relaxed and elegant lifestyle
A good friend in need,
A good friend indeed
Because of its versatility,
Many people cannot do without it.
Having as many uses as the year has days.
And noted for productivity in the bible
Imagine the way it comes to its full bearing
After ten to fifteen years on earth.
And still continue to bear for nearly a hundred years.
Of great economic importance,
Providing food, fibre, wine and oil
Widely used in landscaping for its exotic appearance
A useful ornamental tree
This social palm tree
(ALLITERATION)
Cows milked: mitigated mooing in the meadows then
Weaving on the warp, some workaholic women
Harvest of hapless halibuts on hooks
Bookish book-worms buried in books
A palomino and a pony patter on the paving
Hucksters and hawkers hawking every housing.
Ravers out on the razzle raising a raucous razz-ma-tazz
Beavers busy building beaver-dams but about it quite blasé.
Doves cooing in divine chorus
Frogs frisking out of focus
Horoscopes are hocus pocus.
Tidal waves of tsunami treacherously tread
Sea-anemones scattered upon the sea-bed.
Geraniums genuflecting in jungle-like gardens
Hunters wary of wandering wild-life wardens.
All this when I ventured about videotaping
Nature's much nicer even with no landscaping
These are direly different scenes from different parts of the globe
Perhaps like a space probe's kaleidoscopic poetic probe
( this poem has every letter of the alphabet except x)
The thick numerous shoots of grass have come out,
no more snow shovels til late autumn comes about.
I hear the robins chirp as they tend their nests,
wait....the sound of a cranky lawn mower chugging
to life from its winter's rest!
Quickly, dear, go out and mow before everyone else
does!
our yard needs to look perfect, 'cuz-
the neighborhood spring lawn mowing wars have
just begun,
it's quite serious, not so much fun.
Yard envy is so common in our subdivision,
The HOA "Yard Of The Month" prize brings derision.
If the young couple who just moved in across the
street think their landscaping is the best,
my roses and begonias will put them to the test.
Hubby can't start the riding mower,
he's cursing its parentage midst dandelions
and clover.
The other men in the cul-de-sac are already
halfway done,
as their wives bring out iced tea for them
under the strong sun.
Well, well, tomorrow is the neighborhood
block party,
I've already made an array of warm weather
dishes so hearty,
My potato salad and baked beans will surely
be the envy of the other cooks,
it is in the good 'ol American spirit-
to compete and be a smug schnook! ~
Old
Digger, lifter, mover, slicer
Friend of ScoopDog and Dugger Graves
Lover of landscaping, building, and gardening
Who feels less sharp, disused, and edgy
Who fears dull blades, broken handles, and rust
Who would like to see verdant gardens, straight fence posts, and freshly laid sod
Resident of the junk section on the old wood fence just outside the tool shed
Shovel
second terra,masters of the nether world,
black is their art,as crafty smoke curls
behind a screen,landscaping scenes,amazing,
chemical elements influence our being
projecting images,manipulating thoughts
misguided perceptions easily bought
subliminal messages,chaotic fuel
hatred belies evil despotic rule.
recreant,miscreant,one and the same
lowly existence,there they'll remain
sinking lower to depths,uncaring of deeds
subliminal messages,planting evil seeds
appearances frequent to mislead perceptual
third eye needed to discern the actual
programs running,they're constantly gunning
head shots,heart shots,they've got,cunning
skills diverse,if left open for attack
awareness,understanding,will guard your back
no compromise on the bridge
as you stand on the ridge
spirit within' to keep you on edge
outskirts,outposts,uncharted fields
strength and honor,due time it will yield.
Ripples
A sudden chime reiterates
She touches the world
A fingertip
And ripples sent
Resolves
Inward
Feed back
Distant
Hits resounding light
Fluent curls
She signals
Waves repeating
Sent ripples
Outward
Washing through
Eternal
A holding breath for a moment
Landscaping emotions
Swell
As she dips
Down upon the re-entry
Calling ripples sent
On waking
Reappearing
Gathers the hems and skirts of beauty
Reminding
The day turns
Me on a pendulum swing
She senses me
Ever to her
Ripples sending
Returning
And every morning I stand and wait
Looking over the edge
Out over a precipice
Waiting
While the cool morning winds are warming
I hang in a moment
She touches the world
Rippling
Floriography
Allamanda in April slowly open its trumpets around posts that look like
Buttercups of honey for bees to dive in to replenish their striped bellies
Crocus's yellow stigmas that flavour our food are a blessing by Hermes, but
Dead Nettle is hardly so dead with her fuschia coloured flowers on tall stalks
Early Star Of Bethlehem awaits for snow to melt and to be reborn to bless
Freesias that innocently rest atop wedding cakes with their snowy icing buds as
Glory Lily with reflexed pink petals look like a turkish cap in a showstopper
Hyacinth clusters ease tension while boasting off its colourful array of petals
Irises' three petals looking heavenwards and one downwards links us to gods
Jasmine's pristine beauty rests in my bun, leaving a trail of fragrance in morns
Knife Acacia's drooping yellow clusters add beauty to xeriscape landscaping
Larkspur's purple petals are like curtains displaying an open light heart while
Mountain Laurel in translucent white with pink accents are humbled before
Narcissus smiling from above the rockery at its reflected beauty in the pond below
Orchids, rare and royal, flourish in moss and add grandeur to pinned coats
Portulaca overhangs my flower pots on boundary walls in appeasing hues
Queen of nights likens to a creamy lotus on a cactus, blooms but once annually
Red Hot Poker's stand like tall red candies in clusters attracting children
Spring Snowflakes are reversed scalloped white cups dangling with breeze
Teddy dahlias in naughty bonniness wear the brightest sunny hoods
Ursinia fields wave in the spring breeze like floating islands in an orange sea
Virginia Bluebells ring in the spring, chiming in nooks till silenced by the rains
Wake Robin is stemless and sits on leaves with its fetid aroma to attract flies
Xeranthemum is purpled in royalty to favour love and changes its owner's life
Yellow Star of Bethlehem grows wildest in landscapes, yet aspiring to help
Zinnia blossom as space-flower in its debut aboard the NASA space station
April 26, 2016
For Shadow Hamilton
Abecedarian
The will shall supplement my fitness,
categorize my songs,
and ejaculate a witness!
He shall shuttle our smiles through the day,
complicate our wrongs,
and dish out the bongs,
sing along with songs,
in rooms of grape with walls of shakes,
tomb smoke and tokens-
taken in by notes,
domes inside zones,
landscaping Vogue-
no real reason to pose unless you are gold.
Modern landscaping amuses me no end
in mansions and cottages round the bend.
To folks who seem aesthetically cultured,
a well-mown lawn is still ill-manicured,
unless there are potteries strewn around,
cracked, skewed, partly sunken in the ground.
But pots breed bad skitters that fill your artery
with dengue through this silly pseudo-artistry.
So, next time you stare at your yard be wary:
Mosquitoes sting anyone dabbling in pottery.
ONE PAIR OF HANDS
"Make it your ambition...to work with your hands". 1 Thessalonians 4:11
My dad was a coal miner,
Worked with his hands all day.
As evening came, he took time,
To fold those hands and pray.
A pick and shovel were the tools,
16 tons for his pay.
Calloused hands gave this service,
It is the miner's way.
A family to feed, clothe and guide,
A home where we gathered with love.
That's how it is in Windber, PA,
With guidance from above.
He taught me how to prune a tree,
To mow the lawn and such.
Landscaping and trim the hedge,
It really was not much.
Your hands, he would say,
Are guided by God's Son.
He healed the sick, raised the dead,
Christ is the special one.
He raised His hands in prayer,
Loaves and fishes He did serve.
Broke bread and served the wine,
More than we deserve.
These hands nailed to a tree,
An innocent man condemned.
They bled as He asked His Father,
Please bring it to an end.
One day we will be with Him,
In glorious heaven lands.
Please find a place for your servant,
Look at these working hands.
RAYMOND V. MORGAN
Anger and kindness reach for richly polar opposition.
So, can I have any more perfect anger
than I have perfect kindness?
Rumi claims that anger reposes during kindness,
but sleep is not death,
while kindness anxiously awaits
during times of quick vexation,
deeply entrenched resentment and hurt
and fear of pathological repetition
of loss and pain.
Suffering wrestles between these two.
Suffering with grows kindness,
while suffering against grows angry.
Most of life plays out somewhere between
our competitive and cooperative intent
and suffering
mentoring co-redemptive intent,
regenerative practices,
comprehensive polycultural and multisystemic karmic grace
of ecojustice,
therapeutic co-arising diapraxis.
No pain, no gain;
No gain, restrain,
retrain.
We redeem as we harvest
what we plant
in fertile compost
and toxic salt of dispossessive tears
and laughter at those we've left behind and out;
those and that nature we thought we could possess,
own, enslave, use, abuse, victimize, ignore, neglect,
commodify.
Sowing life with Self,
and Other,
in and on Earth's cooperative kindness
and challenging unkindness,
or planting angry monocultural competitive weeds,
and usually some of both,
self-righteous flashy egojustice
and ecotherapeutically peaceful mindfulness
within Beloved Polycultural EarthTribe's formative
normative co-intelligence,
reasons for all four seasons.
Kindness intends to suffer with,
and not against,
to reconnect our DNA memory--
we are a regeneratively co-evolving
deep-ecorooting bicultural Tree of Life,
growing both up and out Yang,
and down and internally landscaping
Yin-Yin ecologic
as Win-Win ecojustice Cooperative Gaming Theory,
rooting our reverse-hierarchical cooperative
and information network
all the way in and through our (0)-soul double-elliptical
Universal Synergetics Prime ReGenesis Project System
of fractal-holonic Design, Community and Communication Development,
Economic Development as Eco-logical and Environ-mental
Continuous Well-Being Improvement.
Kindness suffers with eco-injustice anger;
anger suffers against ecotherapeutic justice.
He's burnt obsidian black
Tall and handsome as a matter of fact
This son on scooter, around Town.
If you could see him now
He's tireless Veteran with duodenal ulcer
That ballooned in the Middle East.
He hailed from land of Carib breeze
Forgotten sons drenched in pain
Suppressed
Some faced deportation at their own command, from frustration.
At home, in Belize, he's "Yankee"
He's self-employed and commands attention, with ambition
He's builder of homes
Does electrical, plumbing, and landscaping
He must stay poised
This son without suit and tie.
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In May, as we honor Our Blessed Mother Mary, Jesus’ first
and most important Apostle as Queen of Heaven and Earth, let us also focus on how to care for God’s creation. Everything in the worldbelongs to God, and our job is to care for it out of love for him and our neighbor. Try these easy and low-cost ways to care for God’s creation:
If you are interested in birds, put up a bird house in your yard
or neighborhood. More habitats disappear each year and birds have fewer places to nest
Limit the use of chemicals and pesticides in your yard. They
may be harmful to birds, wildlife, and pets
Wash laundry in cold water. You’ll cut energy bills and find
that most clothes are just clean.
When hiking or walking outdoors, stay on trails, keep dogs
on leashes and avoid sensitive natural areas especially during nesting season.
Dispose of oil and other toxic materials properly. One gallon
of oil poured down the sewer can contaminate one million gallons of fresh water.
Replace one incandescent light bulb each month with
energy-efficient compact fluorescent ones.
Reduce the amount of water your toilet uses during each flush
by placing a jar or other closed container full of water into your toilet tank.
Collect rainwater from gutters by placing containers at the
end of each gutter. Use it to water your garden or neighborhood landscaping.
Give thanks to God as the Creator at mass. Our worship of
Him will make us more aware of all God’s creation.