Best Secateurs Poems

"The Hidden Garden in My Winter Forest"



First you must find the steps
Covered in wet moss, fog and cobwebs
It’s not easy to find, 
the Hidden Garden...

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Finally, she could get down on her knees again, not in prayer but to touch rosemary and lavender which had begun to send its fragrance...

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singing, entrancing
the winding stream cleaves the high valley
grey mist consoles silent sentinels
of a remnant sylvan ribbon
midwinter dawn excites the sleeping wild rose
all is whiteness and...

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The Wicker baskets

Rooster crackled, fresh new day!
Sun arose planting gentle kiss
on the Earth's fore-head....
A cottage in the woods stood elegant
Lilted the cool breeze outside so...

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Half a Century

Fifty is not old if you are a tree and the oak tree holds acorns
already planted in waiting for the wheel of life...

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The once magnificent garden had become a paradise of weeds towering high

Ragwort and dandelion shedding their seeds took over the lonely asylum

Rakes shears shovels and...

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As the days shorten and skies darken
Greenwich meantime feels like a lean time.
With a heavier coat I go out scarfed,
my hat pulled down, to find...

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I love the sweet violins of my world
That issue the clandestine tunes, 
To soothe my nerves and quench 
My desires spooky and strange; 
I love...

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as if Monet had planted water lilies in Babylon

          hanging gardens at the heart of a...

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the bridge he needed to cross was overgrown with tangled thicket’s brush

ragwort and giant hogweed littered the pernicious path to his own progress 

of perspectives...

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a thorn pricked her skin so venom oozed out

she laughed it off with one almighty shout

lanced the huge boil and proceeded to reap

ignored sharp pain...

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A THORN AMONG ROSES

I tell my blooms I’ll protect them
And see they meet no harm.
So, if you come near with your secateurs,
I’ll scratch you on...

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(a turtle creation story)

Turtle flexed his jaws
as hard as secateurs.
Monkey-See saw
flew up the slippery trees
mimicking
the snapping sound
above the mealy ground.

It was the first Saturday night
and...

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DANDYLION

I am a humble dandelion
(You see, I know my place)
I’m not up there with the roses,
I occupy a lower space.
To some I’m an unwanted weed,
At...

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