Best Sown Poems
The Holy Dust of Creation’s Seed Sown
Born from this ancient dust of creation's seed sown now so true,
Whilst sparkling inside a mystical divine light on this dark night,
I’m nourished from the living waters—the oceans deep and blue.
Majestic wings rise high in the waves basking in Heaven’s light,
Crowning the blest halo golden ring around this angel very dear,
Whilst I kiss warmly the salt of the deep oceans stirring at night.
Spiced now in a seabed, a rainbow’s gem shineth pure so clear,
That a traveler in this radiant world of delight knows real love
Is what we all seek as sparkling diamonds now appear so near.
Where the rivers flow down a mountain’s verdant slope because
There, in the highs and lows of these rivers, tears soak the Earth,
Falling and rising from the dust, ashes are memories of what was.
I have abounding faith in this life’s bond as Nature begins her rebirth,
Eclipsed by a peerless beauty inside, wild passions grown now strong.
A liquid sphere appears in our mortal lives reaching its point of girth.
In the cerulean oceans mystic gulls cry deep echoes bringing us along.
We find peace kneeling as a psychic mantel covers our thoughts pure,
As that special circle of brilliance radiates within life’s treat so strong.
By God’s hand the ancient dust of creation’s seed is with us to assure,
Mankind’s perpetuity on Earth as part of His most holy divine vision.
Only God knows mankind’s destiny rests in His divine hands for sure.
The ancient dust of creation’s seed is part of God’s omnipotent precision,
For He’s the one who shall guide us all heavenward by His final decision.
Gary Bateman, Michael Clarke, and Liam McDaid
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
June 10, 2017 (Terza Rima)
Terza Rima Rhyming Sequence: aba bcb cdc ded efe fgf ghg hh
Format Note: This poem employs the traditional rhyming scheme used by
Dante Alighieri in “The Divine Comedy,” ending with a couplet, rhyming
with the previous tercet’s middle line.
A packet of seeds arrived in the mail last week
with no hint of what they were, or how to be grown.
With curiosity aroused by their mystique,
I wondered just what I would reap from what I'd sown.
The very next day, there appeared weird little sprouts,
wiggling like fingers, rising up from rain soaked ground.
That these things were edible, I was having doubts
when I heard from deep inside one, a gurgling sound.
If this was a prank or some sort of wicked joke
someone was making a mockery out of me.
My heart nearly stopped; thought I was having a stroke.
I needed a drink, or a bottle of Chablis.
Suddenly, tendrils grew into a climbing vine
with blooms of white flowers, overflowing with wine.
August 16, 2020
Mystery Seeds Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Carolyn Devonshire
Born from this ancient dust of creation's seed sown now so true,
Whilst sparkling inside a mystical divine light on this dark night,
I’m nourished from the living waters—the oceans deep and blue.
Majestic wings rise high in the waves basking in Heaven’s light,
Crowning the blest halo golden ring around this angel very dear,
Whilst I kiss warmly the salt of the deep oceans stirring at night.
Spiced now in a seabed, a rainbow’s gem shineth pure so clear,
That a traveler in this radiant world of delight knows real love
Is what we all seek as sparkling diamonds now appear so near.
Where the rivers flow down a mountain’s verdant slope because
There, in the highs and lows of these rivers, tears soak the Earth,
Falling and rising from the dust, ashes are memories of what was.
I have abounding faith in this life’s bond as Nature begins her rebirth,
Eclipsed by a peerless beauty inside, wild passions grown now strong.
A liquid sphere appears in our mortal lives reaching its point of girth.
In the cerulean oceans mystic gulls cry deep echoes bringing us along.
We find peace kneeling as a psychic mantel covers our thoughts pure,
As that special circle of brilliance radiates within life’s treat so strong.
By God’s hand the ancient dust of creation’s seed is with us to assure,
Mankind’s perpetuity on Earth as part of His most holy divine vision.
Only God knows mankind’s destiny rests in His divine hands for sure.
The ancient dust of creation’s seed is part of God’s omnipotent precision,
For He’s the one who shall guide us all heavenward by His final decision.
Gary Bateman, Michael Clarke, and Liam McDaid
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
June 10, 2017 (Terza Rima)
Terza Rima Rhyming Sequence: aba bcb cdc ded efe fgf ghg hh
Format Note: This poem employs the traditional rhyming scheme used by
Dante Alighieri in “The Divine Comedy,” ending with a couplet, rhyming
with the previous tercet’s middle line.
Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2017
Count All Your Blessings
Count all your blessings
Each one you’ve known
Thank the Lord God truly
For each glory shown.
Count all your blessings
Teach hearts to love
A gift that’s yours to give
From God above.
The seeds that you’ve sown
Need tender care to grow
Into beautiful souls
Our dear Lord tells us so.
Count all your blessings
Teach how to love
A gift that’s yours to give
From God above.
The seeds that you’ve sown
Need tender care to grow
Into beautiful souls
Our dear Lord tells us so.
Count all your blessings
Teach how to love
A gift that’s yours to give
From God above.
*+*+*
6th December 2021
((( To be sung to the tune of “Climb Every Mountain”
from the musical - The Sound of Music )))
Dusty chalked,
splayed filet,
forewarned to focus in-
and then die to grin.
http://articles.latimes.com/2004/dec/25/nation/na-cowboy25
Either Sown or Sewn
or Flower or Flour
Either it is to be sewn or sown
Which one should be left alone?
Maybe small seeds or some stitching
Back and forth we are always switching.
Sown seeds will soon start to grow
Flexible fingers become when you sew
So if I should sew or start to embroider
With what will me brain have to reconnoiter?
Into life itself some small seed will spring
And at all when we start to sew anything
A certain pattern will evolve and become
Like my many poems when you read some.
Are sewn and sown really, actually related
Both become building blocks of the educated
Still what you sew or sow will always reap
Even though bills have started piling steep.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
Sown With Love
(Ricks 13-55)
One
And all
Great and small
All seeds sown with love
In His garden or at your home
Whether they are sprouting or fully grown
All seeds sown with love
A delightful blending the earth and sky
When the heavenly clouds are passing by
All seeds sown with love
When raindrops fall
They're growing
Tall
Erich J.Goller
Copyright 6.20.2012
Ricks 13-55- created 6.20.2012 by Erich J.Goller
13 lines, 55 words, 1 /2/3/5/7/7/5/7/7/5/3/2/1
Rhyming Line 2/3--4/7/10--5/6--8/9-- 11/13
Line 4/7/10 repeat
Any subject, no stanza limit.
Advice Sown
Advice can be sown
But without understanding
Arguments abound.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
1/ 5/ 2008
rain pitter patters
flowers open umbrellas
butterflies fliitting
painted parasol
shade luminous dainty dreams
seed of love is sown
serpent minds of greed
grow leviathan that feeds
revenge, nature binge
For: Nature’s revenge
Sponsored by: Carolyn Devonshire
Sown seed of wisdom...!
We err in our judgments
and that - we do know!
deep in the closets of our heart,
but we just don't show!
Lugged by our ego and pride,
we continue to tow -
those assumed lines of rights and wrongs,
that goes on to build our foe.
In those unassailable alleys,
that are dark and shady, mind does flow!
into that hidden darker past,
using which we continue to hoe!
We 'till' it to aid the crop, but,
instead, it is that menacing weed we grow;
body and mind sundered from peace,
in a vicious cycle - round and round we go !
In relentless pursuit of ephemerals,
obsessed to gain (which), we stoop so low;
and we find ourselves squabbling -
for tranquility in row after every row!
Fleeting time 'my friend'
and 'passages' so steep and narrow;
we got to find our 'Self' - 'awakened and aware',
only way to stave-off all our sorrow!
Past gone-by is history and
anticipation 'a mystery of morrow';
in those unfathomable dark,
Pin-on to 'The Self' with focus of an arrow.
Using all that is within us,
and only our own body as a bow;
with contemplative thought, as aid,
it is the first seed of wisdom we sow.
A Seed was sown, one fateful day, though Man does not remember.
It was early June, or late July...or perhaps in November.
The world was young, and life was new, a treasure to be kept.
But Man was a cunning creature, who waited 'till all others slept.
Silently he stole the priceless gift, and held it in his hand.
A moment he examined it, then crushed it in the sand.
"Sparks of light," he mumbled thickly. "Why, that's no treasure at all!"
But throughout Creation's first twilight, the loss was great, not small.
Then Death, the silent creeper, did spring its clinging vines.
Leaves did thicken, portent dire, but none could discern the signs.
Oh grieve for the folly of mankind; let tears flow swift as rain.
Their thoughts were simple, desires petty; but their hearts were black with stain.
Nourished by the blood of its victims, Death's roots sank deep into flesh.
All Life trembled in fear fraught horror as events began to mesh.
Awakened at last to his peril, Man did arm to meet this foe.
Alas to be so blind, for it was a seed he did sow.
Now terror gripped the heart of Man, as night dark blossoms did appear.
And in the eye of Creation's Master, was that a single tear?
Now Death is common, and none despair, when its midnight vines entwine another.
They ill remember that long ago time, when all creatures were as brothers.
twenty
souls deep within
freedom stolen from them
shackled and chained, so inhumane
no English to speak, no one understands
their only wish to go back home
treated like animals
they are now caged
twenty
hundreds
suffer same fate
in bowels of ships they wait
placed on blocks and sold like cattle
children separated from their mothers
possessions they've become
lives not their own
hundreds
thousands
would make the trip
destinations unknown
to plantations with cotton fields
many lifetimes they would be chained and owned
some try to escape to freedom
their skin records the pain
our shame to bear
thousands
millions
of descendants
now ask the reason why
mans cruelty to man astounding
the whole world watched in silent agreement
as so many suffered and died
prejudice left to grow
wind blows the seeds
millions
defined
what is mans worth?
how is it determined?
by the blue of his shining eyes
or the color wheat in his flaxen hair
is not great worth his heart and soul
not the color of skin
goodness within
defined
Our hearts are woven together
Not by human strands
But from the very mouth of God
Where all of our plans begin
It was His great pleasure
To bring us two together
With words and thoughts of love and treasure
Gold strands through needles’ eye so fine
That it cuts through the edge of time
Sown with thread so rare
Love’s true cost sown in without care
Hearts bound for glee and stormy seas
With God’s sail upon our ship
With master Captain at its helm
Will guide us through this earthly realm
At last on distance shores we land
Together we join Him in the Promised Land
And thank Him for a job well done
For our two hearts sown as one
For me... You created the heavens, star-sown! :O
& the Star of the Sea, who shines on Jesus-shown
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"For me You have created the star-sown heavens..." (pg. 125 in Aim Higher!)