Fertilizers Poems

Fruits and mind

Delicious green and red apples,
Grow in the farm by hard working people.
Carefully transported to the fruit stores,
Displayed for the shoppers to adore.
Then they were in my possession,
Planned to give them to a dear friend,
Who used to love and enjoy them,
But all of a sudden, the fruits and me, 
We, to the recipient, became aliens and enemies, 
And hence we both were rejected as his favorites, 
Somehow just because we related to the dirty system, 
by the definition from this person.
I would rather let the fruits rot and become fertilizers,
Than let him be the fruits' consumer.
Who knew how to use negative and aggressive language,
Unkind and hurtful words towards others.
He must have sold or lost his soul to the evils,
In the Lunar Calendar month of the ghosts and devils.
A spirit month was the traditional name by Asian.
It lasted 28 days, but ended my friendship forever,
After knowing him for six months, six days and six hours.
I thought he could be my friend forever.
By the Way was his private surname, 
66 was his nickname and
6 was his favorite number game.

Modern Version Psalms 23

The Lord is my master;
I shall not want.
He makes me plough a small 
farmland;
He leads me beside as I sow to reap.
He restores my strength;
He leads me in the paths of 
honesty
For His name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through
the valley of manipulation*,
I will fear no poverty;
For You are with me;
Your Discipline and Your Sacrifice, they comfort me.
You give me voice in the 
presence of my enemies;
You bless me with resilience;
My gratitude remains ever.
Surely humbleness and content shall follow 
me
All the breaths of my life;
And I will dwell in the house of the 
Lord 
Forever.


* In farming we do manipulate by using fertilizers, insecticides, genetic modification, hoarding for better price & search ways to avoid heavy loss in investment.

Rose Was Family

I must CONFESS that I never saw our roses as family members. But today,
I DIGRESS and cannot deny that those roses at our home were as much a family member as any pet had ever BEEN or any other flower we had ever SEEN. We loved THEM, fed, watered, and treated her and HIM extra special
with fertilizers to help them grow and retain their innate beauty. When the sun beat down upon THEIR blossoms, and we were forced to RATION their water, we FAVOURED them with tender CARE and apologized for our ACTION. They forgave us, understanding that our love never WAVERED. We had so many roses, we simply named them all, ROSE.

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Find More Farm Implements

I have with concern been lamenting 
With my chilly fears augmenting:
A young promising morning might soon age
And a planter close a helpless page …

My muscles are dying for a cutlass,
My strength enough to not seek a lass
My nostrils fish out odorless fertilizers;
The sparks in my eyes Advertisers 
I shouldn’t ears supply with any story,
Now, I could from Ants snatch their Glory …

Through and through An Agricultural Mind
To more farm implements find;
A new day might start ageing like my father
As time further does its race farther.

Why Grass

When did grass become a religion?
The perfect green, weed-free lawn
The goal of every homeowner?
Whole companies now exist solely
To maintain this suburban vision
With “lawn control” fertilizers and
A multitude of weed killer sprays,
In the process destroying habitat
And poisoning butterflies and the bees
We need for pollination of fruits,
Vegetables and a host of flowering plants.
Constant watering depletes reserves
And wastes our precious resource.
Hail to those who have dandelions 
And chickweed growing in their lawn
Or those who plant native grasses
And hardy local plants and flowers.
Hurrah for those who opt for vegetable
Gardens in the place of lawns and who
Plant shrubs and flowers that attract 
and nurture the elements of nature.

Cherry Blossom Continent

Imagine the world full of bloom
Imagine a continent full of the joy of smiling faces
They have magical power to transmit the warm gentle feeling to the others

Flowers come out from the ground where rain joins with fertilizer,
(All kinds of worms collaborate to make it happen!)

Humans come in and go out from the ground where sadness, anger, jealousy,
are mixed with satisfaction, happiness and memory, also great fertilizers

How do you use them?
I'd like to see your fully blossoms

The Glaring Truth

Hate and intolerance, wicked evils of the world.
Prejudices, biases, and bigotry
ran high and rampant -
in times of unrest and hardship.

Why are some so thoughtless?
I realize that hate is not something
that is natural to us.
From the early beginning of life,
that spontaneously sprung into existence.
Like a blade of grass appearing unbeknownst
in a silent crack on the sidewalk.
Back then, we were still -
uncontaminated by the evils -
as we grew older, in some,
they took roots and planted the seeds
of ignorant stereotypes.
Put in place and cultivated,
by the very society we live in.
With the numberless amounts of fertilizers
that society fed to them,
they began inciting hate and prejudices.
In the end, all those efforts resulted in violence.
Purposely released upon those
of difference, be it of
race, religion, or sexual orientation,
that can't bend to its will,
in its own disillusioned image.

Hate, intolerance, prejudice, bias, and bigotry -
from forth its heart
it unleashed onto the world -
fear, unrest, violence,
and ultimately, destruction.

Taken

The flooding face of the sky shed tears,
Regretting the stolen souls with unfilled days.
Dire death deducts peace aside from numbers,
Filching lives, loves and joy from this place.
One has taken today, tomorrow it takes us all.
Will it takes itself, come back when time calls?

"It's contributing fertilizers besides to sow."
Is how I defined life, after meditating deeply.
But living, from it's eyes, I came to know:
Kins with a poultry, lived to gets dine to one's potbelly.
Yet doubting cause every actions has two faces,
Maybe it's other face need to be chase!

Perhap, it's the gateway to the warm and peaceful place,
For taken one's never turn their necks once dash.
End up the grave to taste every seconds of today.
To leave no plans undone oft burned to ash.
And settled there if the promised land exist,
Or lost in the roomy dark if souls vanishes like a mist!.

The Conscious Child

Twinkling through the traumas of thoughtful life
 I feel like a child wishing that mother's meeting
 BAG and biscuits will only be mine 
And as my hollow portion. 
Yet my small mind's eye rejects wishfully 
My siblings presence aiming to drag all 
And run away while my fear for cane pull me 
Back to calmness as desire and hunger becomes 
My rivalry So i wished again i had become 
A teenager but no gravity of hope
Could boost my growth nor the fertilizers of Imagination can change my height
As i sit duly in childly assumptions 
Beside my mother to learn togetherness
Of family habits With her usual sayings of together we build but united we stand as an ant hill of time....

Organic and Non Organic Foods

Organic and Non-Organic Foods
By: Ramona Stephens
Organic Food is the very best to eat.
Take care of your organs and your teeth.
No Fertilizers, No Pesticides.
Just White Rice with Fresh Vegetables on the side.
Do not inject Tomatoes, Apples, Bananas or Mangoes.
Grow what you eat, eat what you grow. 
Naturally grown Fruits and Vegetables is the way to go.

Synthetic Fertilizers may hurt your tummy.
If Non-Organic was good bees would use it in honey.
Take care of your body and watch what you eat.
Organic Foods is nutritious for long standings on your feet.
So once again grow what you eat and eat what you grow
Naturally grown vegetables is the way to go.

Yesterday's Gristmill

Sometimes, I can hear that happy, bubbly brook
bouncing over stones and under the wheel…that giant wheel.
It would drone along groaning a wooden song;
each night luring the brassy sun ever toward a distant skyline
by soft chattering of cog on cog and mesmerizing clockwork. 

Other times I’m haunted by the gritty rasp of stone on stone
and swirling tendrils of fine dust doing a serpentine dance
through heavy air, reaching like so many ghoulish fingers
grasping desperately before dissolving;
coating my memories and that dusty wood-planked floor. 

Yesterday I yearned for simpler times when
I would lazily strum my second-hand guitar
from a mossy log in the shade of our old gristmill.
Plucking those plaintive songs of young heartache
or gleefully accompanying cardinals in a nearby thicket.

But today all that remains is corporate. 
Steel rollers chain driven by diesel motors.
A dried up creek bed cutting an over-burdened field
of chemical pesticides and fertilizers to grow
everything but food for my soul. 

6/3/2018
Written for The Gristmill Poetry Contest
Hosted by Craig Cornish

Stalk of Corn

Oh you stalk of corn,
How withered you look now,
Stripped of honour and full of scorn
Oh you stalk!, now you bow,
 you have remained standing only
 as a provender for stalls and fodder

Once in full bloom, you were the
 cynosure of the farmer
Paying homage to you regularly
 giving you largesse
 of herbicides' and fertilizers' 

The delight of greenery, the envy of 
 weeds, the lusting of goats and sheep.
The stalk of corn of yore days.

Your peak outlast, your decline at last
Your grains harvested, gladdens the heart
 of many wearied;
In dough's of pies, in puddings and porridge's.
The pangs of hunger you salvaged for man
 and for beasts

Your seeds await your demise oh stalk 
 of corn,
To take your place in the vicious cycle 
 of life by the farmer

Oh corn stalk, you are bowed and
 withered waiting for the set time.
Corn stalk, I salute you, take a bow
 for now.
You have fulfilled purpose and destiny.

   (written on 20/09/2016)

Growing Seedlings Within Walls

There are seedlings grown well somewhere
behind the walls in natural fertile soils
they are monocotyledonous fresh seedings
the radicles wake up first before plumule
to gain firm ground for branches, leaves
but some farmers do it with wit in style
watering roots with alcohol and iodine
pouring steaming water to remove pests
some do remove soil from the roots
allegedly to provide freedom and aeration
fertilizers, humus that are indispensable
are starved off the hungry, sick seedlings
small pebbles are spread in and around
to register beauty, seriousness and duty
and the seedlings grown behind walls
dry up with survivors yielding very little
but the farmer is proud, loud, and happy
to bolster pride the farmer packs leaves,
poor seeds, stems and export to markets
But then the farmer puzzles me;
Why claim farmer-ship but of scandals?
every activity of raising even bedbugs,
culturing snakes and parasites is divine
to best of sincere ability one must work
and it’s more demanding if it is humanity
at the center of functions and goals

Harrowing Goodbye

Sighs and tears escaped
From an enamored couple
When both realized
Love had withered forever 
Lacking of fertilizers












6-10-2016

Good Care For Element Earth

Like my father I have a farmer's soul.
I appreciate the Earth.
I know all plants must have good soil 
To survive for Spring's rebirth.

Of course all elements are important
In Nature's grand renewal plan;
But the ground  lies there so trustingly
From destruction or mercy of man.

I rent my sixty acres, yearly
To a wise and educated farmer;
Who treats the land so gently
It would make your heart beat warmer.

He believes in plant rotation,
Organic fertilizers are a must.
At the mart his lovely tulips
Put most others in the dust.

Whether one works the land for profit,
Or love of Nature is the reason,
One must recognize the needs of Earth
To have success each growing season.

Written: 3/5/16

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