IN THE CULTIVATION OF LIBERTY
Let’s cultivate hope;
germinating will power,
nourishing courage:-
Like mowed down green grass,
let’s keep regerminating:-
Fruits of courage reaped,
let’s sow liberation seeds,
awaiting her fruits:
Liberty’s fruits being reaped,
let us nourish endurance:-
A rose and its thorns,
Mirroring the life survived:
Pain and God’s healing:-
Being alive to see the next day
Allows for people to look my way
They see a soul with gall and sway
But there are a few things I'd like to say
My viewpoint on life is somewhat unusual
I look to the ground for an explanation of the usual
A wish to understand the growing of the land
And lend my very own naively led hand
I tend to the growing white orchids, still young
I marvel as they use the Sun as their lung
To witness it long before it withers
It gives me a gratitude that perpetually quivers.
25 people in a neighbourhood, could really
Impact the area for good' if ten
Committed gardeners keen; could, gave advice to
Others, say a minimum of fifteen? All within
A half-mile square. Gardens on a minimum
Also fifty feet square! To plant some fruit trees
And beds of veg? Rows of corn beside the
Shed to allow a beekeeper, for pollination
It would feed that group; could inspire a
Nation? On large village greens, would what be sown? I can
See possibilities
Almost endless on the growing I say a healthy initiative what say
You?
Could it be aided? Would the government help too?
That might mend
Some fences? and cause cohesion
With some in politics who aren’t just like a
Damaging lesion.'
©Joe Maverick 28-7-2023
In poetry,
the pen is the plow
who prepares the seed...
The blank paper is
the fertile field where
is fecundated
the poetry...
But fleeting is inspiration....
you always must have it
available...
when we lost it,
the harvest is lost. !
Poetry is not harvested...
and the poet as a farmer,
cties, sobs...!
no fruit, no poetry...!
Suburban Pastorale
(I walk in nature still alone. Thoreau)
Among purchased trees
he seeks repose
and bruised
by civic alienation
forgets that Eden's cleft
has led to all that's made.
But surely he knows
Man and Nature
bound only by cultivation
are not the same.
For he, like most,
prefers his nature tame.
Creative Cultivation
Nothing ever stays the same, here today caught in snares of life like whips and chains. They say God is in him but it hurts to change. Here is the time for a new beginning let your spirit be free to lead, until creativity takes root to sprout the branches like a tree. In need of new inspiration I call it down from above fill an empty spirit fly away like doves. It didn’t last with that special someone; so I went back to creativity like it was my first love. We are the perfect couple getting between us is like asking for trouble, best friends for ever we go together, will our creative friendship ever end probably never. You see letters and words are my creative cultivation, the calm to every patience, doctor to every patient, and the voice to all commands, broadcast to every station.
Farmers cultivate land for food grains,
Businessmen and Money lenders cultivate
invested money for gain,
Air cultivates Ice bergs
in the sea of cloud for rain.
Philosophers cultivate thoughts
to see truth ahead,
Scientists' experiments cultivate
for results to be set for benefit.
Writers and Poets cultivate inner sense
for something to express,
Judges cultivate Law in courts
to feed reasonable justice.
By the way or on the way
all cultivate something for only needs
In this World,
Cultivation always certainly feeds.
For contest: Any poem any subject
Scouts probe territory for nest site
Scour cracks, crevices that invite
Search cavity for any structural blight
Recon area for creatures that fright
Examination complete, return to hive
Inform workers about potential, new dive
Caucusing, new consensus to derive
Coalescing, to other bees send vive
Scouts guide colony to new location
Formulating comb workers new vocation
From honey extract new colation
Emanating, waxy cells new station
In upper cells honey will pour
Underneath, pollen laid in store
Below, worker, drone broods bore
At base Queen pods do gore
Queen lays eggs in every assigned spore
Hatchling larvae from nest now implore
Nursing becomes workers new chore
Feeding every beckoning pore
Workers seal chambers with waxy mortar
Larvae evolves into pupae in short order
Days later, fledglings chew through pasty border
Forthwith, become queen's new warder
After tending queen, receive new commission
Guards protect domicile from every imposition
Drones mate with the queen at every petition
Foragers busy themselves with pollen acquisition