Best Unplanted Poems

(In a Lush Garden Somewhere Out There)

The student stands where shifting sands of thought
Once firm with reason 
now elusive truths are sought.
Its splendor wanes 
a threadbare fading strand,
A quest for wisdom 
in this digital land.

Sage: (With gentle gaze)
A sprite of bytes 
on data's wings 
you...

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I want to howl, run and flee, 
not to watch what I don't see.
I want to rise, run and flee
 not have to watch what's in the sea.
Tonight, I am like a seed unplanted,
 blown by the wind.

I pray not to remember 
that day in...

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how old are they now
those that fell by the wayside, one foot in the unknown
the others that disappeared to the other side of the moon

why were they lost,  spilling into the wind
tossed upwards, cast aside, like an unrequited memory
giving way like broken clouds 
silently...

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We have come this far,
In this forever, here we are,
a speck of sand, a blink
vulnerable as we think
we are not a never,
nor are we a forever.

Time will claim the choice,
silence the loudest voice,
All the whispers ever heard
will go mute in deathly word.
Vision seeds go unplanted,
timbers...

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Your Heart Is Where Your Treasure Is!

I thought that I could make it on my own.
Till that day when I lost my job and home.

There were things in life I took for granted.
Till that one day, when all was “unplanted.”

There were many things that I...

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For three score years and little more you lived
Did you at once think of yourself?
Did you at once rest?
When the heartless sun bitterly scotched your back
You never thought of it
You concentrated on planting a tree instead
You only thought of how to overcome the merciless sun...

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The lesion was 
spreading. From 
    inside, I hear the wails.

Past and present 
of time, plows 
    the furrows, in future.

Seeds remain 
unplanted. I seek 
    justice from the earth.

Turn off the lights 
I want to...

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One day I had a magical seed. I carried it around in my pocket like a special key. It had the power to change humanity and yet it remained unplanted. The Creator placed it upon my heart to grab a shovel. He instructed me to...

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Treason Reasons




                              Concreted cracks, abandoned train tracks,
         ...

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From the back of a cul-de-sac the world one knows goes round and round
Woodlands to the rear, afore the home unplanted ground

The living scent of ocean and suburban family sounds
Mild days upon the sand, fresh night seafood on the town

Neighbors but in name, more aptly...

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on turning fifty


on turning fifty
today i looked in the rear view mirror
look back into the past
and see a speeding car go by
a decrepit car at that
unwashed, unkempt
with the driver having his nose in the air
the parallels to my life
more so with that car and driver...

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Once I was an unplanted rose
Waiting to be watered
So I would grow into a life of beauty
Now I am
A wilted flower
Falling head first 
Into the ground...

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The water sprinkler ran all night
Water droplets cling to leaves
Round clear circles mirror surroundings
Or sparkle sunlight under the eaves

A beautiful spring morn
Cool, crisp air that sits calm
Awaiting the sun's warming rays
Maybe will see only sunny balm

New planted window boxes wait on more plants
To fill the...

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Virtues are more than they appear to be.
Ripples of connectivity.
Something switched on with the light?
A companion, manual, override.
Especially when storm clouds rear- appear to ruin the blue skies'-

But not like a knife,
that cuts the whole in holes,
of possibility.
Like procedural shears.
Is it Godless or Goddess ambrosia?
A...

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A spot
On the urban blight
Where once stood
A faded five
Story hovel
For the poorest of
the poor

Fallen in
final decay
Victim of time
Neglect, hopeless
poverty
Political impotence

No flowers,
No ripe tomatoes
Not even marajuana
Just the weeds
Of poverty
Smashed, broken
glass of dreams
Dead in their infancy

When reality set in
No cucumbers, no lilies,
A few times
An unplanted corpse
Of this...

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