Why it’s called ‘socialism’ I am not quite sure
Once lionized, it's fertilized ~ pure manure
Of Canvassed Raindrops And Mud
Raindrops and mud:
God cried today;
His tears fertilized
the womb
of Mother Earth;
the wet smell
of nature’s essence,
saturated the air;
the moist breeze
blew breath
of new life
into dried hopes,
waiting in the desert
of despair;
hopefully,
as God’s
nourishing tears
continue to fall,
maybe love
will hallow
her footprints
in the soft mud:-
OF DRIED AND TIRED SEEDS
Having failed
To turn
Our vineyard
Into a graveyard
Of raisins in sun,
They now
Seek to pluck away,
Ripe black plums
To grave the soil
With wrinkled,
Laden prunes:-
(Guess
they
failed
the
watermeleon
lesson):
Earthly green;
Blood-red flesh;
Multiple black seeds:-
Indeed, we are
Children of
The Father
Of the sun
And the Son:
Fertilized
And energized
By the
Cosmic spirit–
Resurrecting
Generations
Of dried
And tried seeds–
Germinating
Liberated
Blooming
Freedom flowers
In the sun:
Bouqueting
Thanks
To the
Son:-
OF DRIED AND TIRED SEEDS
Having failed
To turn
Our vineyard
Into a graveyard
Of raisins in sun,
They now
Seek to pluck away,
Ripe black plums
To grave the soil
With wrinkled,
Laden prunes:-
(Guess
they
failed
the
watermeleon
lesson):
Earthly green;
Blood-red flesh;
Multiple black seeds:-
Indeed, we are
Children of
The Father
Of the sun
And the Son:
Fertilized
And energized
By the
Cosmic spirit–
Resurrecting
Generations
Of dried
And tried seeds–
Germinating
Liberated
Blooming
Freedom flowers
In the sun:
Bouqueting
Thanks
To the
Son:-
Which is defined among both parts in equal and ample scholar8ng.
In a place that has never been fertilized of who soils has no depths of fertility.
Which courses speaks to generations. Each point meets futuring. The spokes of cantaring where cantrixing differs the inspirations of gathering. She stood guarded as her husband stood there.Inspiration was noted, but to the guarded nature of wedded biss, causes us to notice such differences.
"The buckling irons of the dense forested orchestrated collaborated soundings.The maples of Godbout. The sappy sweet, syrupy
Sweet mentions of mornings, might middays supper be satisfaction lunches
. And the darkness of evening cloak our romantic need for one another."
Written by:
Palmtree Sentuious
_______________________________
Dehydrated
porc
Zucchini
onion garlic
Feta
bread
Duck breast
Cream
Made flavor from the
Cream cheese
that
Mixed with
cucumber
dill
Piped into
Creame de knot
A pastry creame duex
Instead of vanilla
It has a fish stock
Lime
Cilantro
And creame
Filled Choux Pastry.
This one has
Sliced porc and lobster
Madellions
"While the earth remains,
Seed time and harvest". Bible
Although each one looks identical,
Some will suffer a different fate.
All were fertilized and freely watered;
But not all will participate in the harvest.
Not all will survive to feed the hungry.
Not every seed will become a plant.
Some never burst through the soil.
Not because they don't try their best;
Nor because they were destined to be less.
Some surface, but are flooded by rain.
Some are burned to death by the sun,
But the seed and harvest principle remains.
shh, don't tell a soul
it's only for you to find.
the latch, broken, and I, the constant gardener
welcomes the weary side.
like sunlight through fog
a touch of tenderness warms the soil.
a desperate plea for rain
turns into a gift of water for the parched earth.
i used to sift the soil
until it was bare,
now my heart is a secret garden where
fertilized seeds of kindness grow and blossom,
u n f o l d i n g
like brilliant flags of colors across the yard;
deep below, tentacles of love remain
embedded into the soil, anchoring everything,
i'm like ancient roots in the dark.
as spring returns, the heavy boughs lean low,
laden with the sweet fruits of life
to be harvested by you....
each fruit ripe for the picking
looking out over this wild crowded room,
the earth breathes out a deep unspoken gratitude.
come into my heart... and see my secret garden!
We have gone through so much that we did not expect we would have feelings for each other!
We have tried to see the positives of being isolated. You wanted instant gratification while I wanted delayed gratification.
You wanted everything, while I wanted to build the bridge!
If you keep burning bridges one by one, then you will be rejecting the string!
God has given you the power to become the rib of the man who has chased you.
You only see what you have done and are blinded by the veil of confusion!
You speak about Emotional Intelligence, but lack it!
You tell others to find that man who has it!
You share the words with others and give heart to the posts!
The man has watched you struggle and try to do better.
The grass is greener on the other side, as it has been fertilized with bovine excrement.
With all of your transgressions, the man has one message for you....
YOU ARE FORGIVEN
I died for beauty – twas my choice
To end my life this way;
In every note of her voice
Was universe at play:
Twas sparkling, shining, shimmering,
Twas elegant and bright,
In it the world was glimmering
As I then held her tight.
I died for beauty – as I did
My lifeforce to her went
And from the shackles it her freed
To live by her intent:
She needed lifeforce to be strong
And then to carry on
With universe to get along
And sing again her song.
I died for beauty, so it lives,
Is by me fertilized,
Shimmers and glimmers and conceives
And is now realized,
And though I died, what it gave birth
Was better than was I,
And now is set upon her course
To grow and multiply.
Undaunted pains of pleasure cease nothing,
For every stunt formation checks man's faith.
So far the bloods of the veins keep running...
Hope of the best expected will be birth.
As fertilized gametes shape into form;
Fetus more sensitive to aurora,
Good dilemma's moments shall see it come,
To rejoice the start via uterus porta.
Painstaking grace cares for all awful fears.
Perfect copy becomes a guise motive:
Though, tough groaning may come in lovely tears,
Most salvation to earth is combative.
The long awaiting young shall soon arrive,
Great jubilance past agonies revive!
On the field wildflowers grow
Scatter about not in rows
Colors abound and fragrance too
How I would like to share it with you
Butterflies dance in courtship
Above the flowers dip and flip
She will find the perfect plant
Her fertilized eggs to softly grant
No more will we discuss the beauty
Even if we did it out of duty
Gone from earth are you my love
But I'll see and hear you in each dove
(“Morphogenesis Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil
“Dark Pool Nebula 3”, 2011, original oil)
From undifferentiated space
The fertilized egg does grow
Beginning without concept
Its karmic winds then blow
And as they blow and swirl about
A cloud of existence forms
And in the cloud we find ourselves
Trapped in existent norms
Norms expressed by polarities
Minds divided now by halves
As two from one we make our way
Along our separate paths.
But no matter if we laugh or cry
Our true nature’s yin and yang
And this birth gives us the chance
To grow through sturm und drang.
(11/18/25)
One slow motion jagged tear
found me after you left me here.
Its wetness still sits upon my face
as I stare at absolutely no place.
What I do live and what I dream
and all sundries fitting in between,
now struggle in a frenzied dance
passing thru, in and out, this circumstance.
My brain is mush circling a clueless groove.
Surely, I need an enlightened next move.
Calm failed to enter when you shut the door,
and life as I knew it quit being anymore.
I simply cannot find my identity.
Maybe it left with you and my clarity.
I seek to ease a primal urge to shout
at frenzied thoughts dashing about.
Perhaps I knew years had grown weeds
while I prayed for fertilized love seeds.
Perhaps I knew time long held this bleed
while I prayed true love would succeed.
my sister and I have shared a room
since before we were born
when we shared a womb
we shared a fertilized egg
we are identical twins
womb mates
my sister and I
Forests of Green Coniferous Trees
Forests of evergreen conifers
(Fir, spruce, cedar, pine, and hemlock trees)
Keep their colour throughout the seasons
And don’t shed foliage in autumn.
Rooted in soil and basking in sunlight,
They grow on hillsides and in valleys,
Encircling rock outcrops, swamps, and leas,
And near rivers and lakes, and on islands.
These hearty trees endure nature’s throes
Of cold, harsh, winters to warm spring thaws,
Thriving in summer and fall to help provide
A habitat for the forest dwellers.
Conifer pollen and seed cones pollinate,
And fertilized seeds disperse on windy days
—Or get stashed away by squirrels and birds—
And grow into stately coniferous trees.
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