Best Planting Poems
When sowing in a fallow field
A bumper crop you'll hope to yield
For many folks, do a good deed
Think of others when planting seed
No two days will e'er be the same
The farmer always takes the blame
Some crops are never meant for feed
Think of others when planting seed
Share your harvest and you will find
Daily blessings for being kind
Don't desire avarice or greed
Think of others when planting seed
If one crop withers and then fails
Plant again, persistence prevails
Take this warning for you should heed
Think of others when planting seed
Do not have a bad attitude
For everything show gratitude
Tomorrow you just might succeed
Think of others when planting seed
May your garden be filled with sprouts
And your days not be plagued by doubts
Do not allow contempt to breed
Think of others when planting seed
Your days will bear sweet ripened fruit
And grow when love has taken root
Keep your field free of tangled weeds
Think of others when planting seeds
A whispered wish, longing soil deep,
Touch the stars; all are called to weep
Trillions of lifetimes, we shall strive,
To grasp the heavens, to truly thrive
But distance vast, and transparent the walls,
Keep us from picking up on unanswered calls
A cosmic dance, swaying fraternally
Wanting touch, past the moon, eternally
Across the Earth, our fingers yearn,
Galaxies, expanse whispered to burn
To feel the warmth, the light, the grace,
A longing dream, of time, not of space
Each infuriating moment, we implore,
To touch that something, even more
But dark does not fade, and silence reigns,
In our roots grasp, demanding hope sustains
Lifetimes spent, our stems and trunks weather beat,
For that unattainable, distant treat
Trillions of years, our worship solar,
To touch heaven's, bright star and toller
A friend said
a little mulch
and planting
is what it takes
to transform a yard.
She bought flowers
in spring
as a gift to herself.
She laid the mulch
and planted the flowers
around a tree.
She cried out
for last night’s storm
and all life
a touch of rain could bring.
She said
after her divorce
every transgression
could be forgiven
with a little sun.
After moving back
to her hometown
it was time to start again.
She said
that her two sons
would bring their wives
and come back
for an Easter brunch
when stories told
around the table
would fine new life.
She knelt in the yard
and spring kissed her
on the cheek.
as a warm breeze blew.
A church bell pealed
such joy found
when young girls
dressed in white
holding lilies
danced along the sidewalk.
.
When in marriage, life together just begun
Planned on adding to this wordly estate
Planting an orchard was so much fun
Foreseeing years of luscious fruit on plate
But all things of this world cycle
Being brought down to death and decay
Very few of the trees still stand now
They have gone to other uses_ maybe sleigh
These temples are made of dust and minerals
They will be put away in the dark earth grave
But there is our soul which is immortal
It will live forever and a day
For time out of time
I have plowed a furrow of words;
like seeds they have been to me
for I grew with them, and they spoke for me
when I fell silent
and could only scribble upon my breath.
Still and all, a symbolic forest
sprang up from these words;
from the best of them a forest-fire bloomed,
where the charred scrub crumbled into ash
new words were born
their meanings ever changing
and where they rewrote themselves
a green significance rose to the high treetops
fresh views appeared,
there each far-seeing word uttered
became one more step beyond the known.
What can a man do
To plant a seed in the ground
So strong a tree grows
By planting seeds of any kind you make crops grow.
Fertilizing the soil we get a crop of fresh food, this we all know.
By planting seeds we insure our lifestyles and what determines our bliss.
Today famines, pestilence, deterioration of soil will bring about new crisis.
The fumes from autos the gases from fossil fuels have incurred global warming.
Our bread belt in the U.S., is being polluted by this and truly is alarming.
We now have over 6 billion people on this earth, our eco system is failing
How can we continue to possibly feed all the nations? Our people and planet are wailing.
Plant the seed of hope my brethren pray to the Father, stand up and help the people understand.
That the end of the age is upon us, we will have to answer to the Father and face Jesus the Spiritual Son of man.
All on this planet have to answer to Him someday; the killing, wars, have to stop or this planet will be emptied.
The world will change and it will be sudden, a blink of an eye, and we will be changed spiritually.
Through our deeds and thoughts we can turn to the Father and spiritually plant the seeds.
Anyone with half a brain can see man’s way is not working, we are in need.
Don’t elect corrupted officials who do nothing but line their pockets and abuse their power.
For the day of the Lord is near we are rapidly approaching our Lords dynamic majesty and His hour.
Planting seeds for our food and nourishment are fine, but don’t forget that what the Father says you know.
We need a humbling contrite spirit because the Father tells us through Jesus, that we will reap what we sow.
We can harvest, we can toil for our food, yet, we are missing the point here and it’s very clear to me.
Unless we turn to God’s laws, His edicts, and repent for our transgressions this country and others around the world will be lost spiritually.
The farmers, the gardeners of the world
Bend to the earth on every continent
Seeds in hand, holes in the soil like
A hungry mouth dark with mystery.
Touch her with a word from the page, she smiles.
Touch her with a hand at night
A million things might happen
Like a young shoot climbing from the ground
Who might become
A field, a shade forest, a bit of soup
On a complicated evening
When she needs it most.
Unicorn, one grain.
Rain upon the rich top soil,
A grain grew a cob.
Just a bit of humor.
The Planting
Seeds of sorrow lay scattered along our path
so oft intertwined with Nature's wrath
Yet till the fields of dreams we simply must
for soon, so very soon we turn to dust
Green is the color of majestic newborn fields
as man enjoys rich fruits of earth's harvested yields
The sweat and pain given is the simple cost
thus we survive so ALL humanity is not lost
Life requires our own ground be rightly prepared
ignorance is a calamity so many are ensnared
We eat the dust long before we bake the bread
we seek ease oft greater sorrows we get instead
We plant our own seeds to dream, to reap anew
yet we all pay, life is not free, tis so very true!
Robert Lindley, 10-01- 2014
note: Inspired by this morn's reading of Debbie Guzzi's
super fine poem , a great sonnet -- The Sowing
I give thanks for this inspiration and the joy in reading
both her sonnets this great morn. Certainly brought me
out of a slump and crazy haze these last few days..
Amazing how sometimes another poet can blow one away and change
another's entire attitude.
After seeing tree in s tree t,
Planted tree along the street!
cukes finding trellis
edemame has some blooms
green peas pushing through
pulled the scotch bonnet
no space for non- production
chickens love the scrap
salad needs thinned out
bugs didn't get all the kale
mighty spinach grows
using recipe
as prescribed once a week and
buds n blooms monthly
3 kinds of cabbage
rainbows colors of Swiss chard
planted by the moon
thick rain, trickling hope
thirsty seeds in parched soil, seek
eager, growing faith
ON THE PLANTING OF TREES
The Chinese say to keep a green tree in your heart
and perhaps a singing bird will come.
Stretching fingertips to the starry skies above,
trees are perhaps silent, but they are far from dumb.
Reaching, praying, whispering in glorious exchange
with their mobile short-sighted human kin,
Trees sweeten our air by taking in what we exhale,
rewarding us with their breath, which we breathe in.
The storms of life make trees take deeper roots,
they have answers for any question a man seeks
they are witness to every change that occurs around them,
And so are the best possible kind of antiques.
To see trees dancing with the moon, framing bursts of stars,
we are gifted with their tender, rugged celebration,
a rooted chorus line holding the power of the universe,
every human beings chance to participate in creation.
Trees are beautiful in their peace; they are wise in their silence.
They will stand here long after we are all gone on to dust.
Beauty will have been added to this corner of the world
that to our children and grandchildren we will entrust.
There is much we can learn from the trees in our lives,
they are as grounded as it is possible to be,
yet they continuously strive to to touch the heavens above,
and without effort they remain uninhibited and free.
Trees are our most intimate contact with nature,
without artifice, never guarded, never coy.
A society grows great when old men plant trees
whose shade they know they shall never enjoy.
Blistering acts of making new life are often held in reserve
for gods in heavens above, or lowly poets in their hovel,
But today we can all partake in the creation of life
With little more than light, love, and a shovel.
So we travel through time when we plant a tree,
Regardless of the why, the where and the how.
The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago.
And yet the next best time is right now.
planting
the staple of life
new beginnings
seedlings
nurtured by natures flow
future hopes
nestling
in the loam and water
sustenance
farmers
weeding the paddies
a crane forages
greens arise
to greet morning rays
honking geese
thrashing
out tiny grains
happy tummies