Best Rockery Poems

When the season of splendor sprinkles 
the scent of sprightliness,
when the koels and kingfishers sing hymns of hope 
and merrily waltz their wings of chartreuse dreams, and
when from her day dream, my muse emerges in ecstasy,
I dip my quill in vivid shades of ebullient sacramento...

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I am standing in my garden amongst the beautiful flowers,
when a kaleidoscope of butterflies comes silently drifting.

Past my lovely primrose rockery, so bright and brilliant,
they find a purple cornflower by the fence just blooming.

All the colorful butterflies stop to kiss painted daisy,
then glide to the...

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My humble tribute to our dear poetess of Soup, Andrea Dietrich as she will be celebrating her birthday on September 5.  I am posting this poem earlier, so that she gets more wishes on her birthday and that it be a memorable one. 


A...

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Ah, Spring my soul you do delight
and smells of the fresh greenery
with the tranquil sounds of the night.

No more does winter's cold us bite
making folks tug scarfs and scurry
Ah, Spring my soul you do delight.

The silvery moon shines so bright
setting alight the scenery
with the tranquil...

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Adventures of Robin Hood and his Merry Men.

               No1.

 Robin’s Thick Member

We wuz out huntin that day
Ah remembers as plain as can be
When a ansome buck came us way
Fust to shoot...

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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...

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gardens are where we are:

  from "Eden" to "Gilgamesh", "Babylon" to "Gethsemane"
  from mountain to coast, town to country
  from wetlands to desert oasis, under the sea to the edge of ice
  from "Earth" to space-station orbit, from planet to planet

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PRUNING THE ROSES

Prune Roses here, Prune Roses there,
Dancing in my garden,
With Sweet William and Fred Astaire.

Wallflower there, Gardenia over here,
My Fuchsia’s looking bright,
I’m going to retire this year.

Working on the Rockery,
and making it a Dahlia routine.
The Hydrangea looks wonderful,
Magnolia’s standing supreme.

Perennials in here, Heather over...

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Lay to rest the spiritless low spirit
In the catacomb of 'Auld Lang Syne'
Cultivate the rockery of life with
The beautiful seeds of blessed wisdom shine

That will awaken the growth that thou hast
Hoping brightly blossoms awakening
When each, without fail, true to faithfulness
Shall find his reward in true...

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Ten years ago I was bereft.
My garden began when you left.
Literally on my hands and knees,
clearing paths among surrounding trees.

Uncovered were the root of one tree,
winding it's way around the rockery.
Rusted gardening tools, a fire grate,
children's toys and a wrought iron gate.

The sweat on my...

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I have another passion apart from poetry.
It's my garden, left by the gardener.
In a state of wilderness.
Two years later, with tools in hand.
I've made it into a wonderland.
Take my tea out each morning at eight.
Feed Pushcat from a plate.
Peace and contentment always come to me,
as...

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With all the pomp and viscosity
The spectres flooding out a sepia
Screen of childish scribbles
Bleached into the paintwork
Autograph collections full of
Unknown people who achieve
Little seldom of and incomplete
Thereof from another Kings' Cross
Day passes with slurry flood
A thick crude oil slick settling
On the fester where love is...

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Hark the skylark sings o'er meadow.
Sings or fights to let rivals know;
the robin claiming territory.
Sings his claim, his sincerity.
	A blackbird cock sings his claim so.

The rooks in yonder rookery.
Caw, peck and claw in mockery.
To let their life mate, their proud beau.
	Hark the skylark sings.

To pursue...

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Your voice kisses the breath of the morning wind
Snapping in the solemnity that bears a cry unto God.
Angels have come to earth; that in slumber seemed,
Like the wind creaking among the faith we once had.

Life is our desire, miracles are among the cool shadows,
Lovingly we...

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Birds to watch r' alotta fun 
In the garden while they play 
Alongside weeds and shrubs overrun
They flock to the open outdoor spray
Which cools them off when they come
To scrabble and sachet for airplay

Hummingbirds to watch r' alotta fun 
Their long, narrow beaks survey
Pollinating flowers,...

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