sweat fertilizes teardrops
urine soil capture to
our & angels fashion
flush dissolves while double
'
we in bubbles rainbows
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we flush our urine
sweat fertilizes soil &
dissolves in bubbles
while angels capture teardrops
to fashion double rainbows
Hard wood dusted by glitter bombs
picking flowers a new breed comes.
Clean explosion of pink sparkles
lands all over dancing circles.
Petals with roots of vinyl boots,
urban dresses, and old school suits.
Double decades let’s mix ‘em up,
pour a vibe straight into that cup.
That stash of decaying perfume
fertilizes this mongrel bloom.
The freshy will always vanquish,
loud as hell spouting old anguish.
Nothing rallies a flimsy cause,
so we take control as outlaws.
Does your lover woo you
like a puffer fish woos
his perfect mate?
If not … well
there are plenty more
fish in the sea!
Note: How it works
Male pufferfish build sand sculptures to attract mates.
The female pufferfish decides if the male's sculpture is good enough.
The male pufferfish uses shells to decorate the ridges of the sculpture.
The ridges stabilize the sculpture and slow water that might disturb the center where the female will lay her eggs.
The female pufferfish enters the nest and joins the male cheek to cheek.
The female lays her eggs and the male fertilizes them.
~Nature on PBS
OF AND IN POETIC GARDENING
(Apropos Of A Tanka Flow)
First, plow free your mind,
Then sow liberating seeds;
Letting others reap:-
Cultivating mentally,
Fertilizes destiny:-
Gardening poets,
Continue to plow and sow
Inspiring word-seeds:
Germinating reaped wisdom
Fruited with navigation:-
Poetic farmers,
Laboring in works of love,
Keep nourishing us
With those cistern-juices flow
From your gardens’ word-fruits:-
Through this vast world,
In the onederful oneness
Of fruiting onement,
Praises to farming poets,
For flowing fruiting fullness:-
In the ebony night time stops to flow,
the still hands of the impetus clock freeze
the timeless infinite pathos in congealed instants
for listless life wandering on the shadows of past,
stares through the layered strata of darkness,
designed to mask the acuity lattice.
Clumped silver cloud gleams with astral halo,
moon dust drapes the mind with mesmeric glow,
as ordained stars sprout hope remotely
in the dark night of the inner cosmos.
Indomitable faith fertilizes the fallow mind,
void perception in miasma fill elixir of exuberance ,
waits for the new sunrise to see
the creepy cloud in the obsidian sky melts,
resurgent rain suffuses the silhouetted senses,
for in the stalled time on agonized psychic canvas
there is a darkness framed.
Fruit leaves gleam in fringed joy hanging in blue or green.
Blues of azure and cerulean blend in the tropical scenes.
My eyes are in ecstasy; colors are brighter than ever.
Come, let's embark on a walk to savor life's endeavors.
Flowing water fertilizes bees' flowers and vegetation.
It's true that it's all part of life; don't mind the agitation.
As a human soul's thirst for shade meets a silent dream,
It begins in a scrap of a meadow on a flowing stream.
Written: March 24, 2023
To move on as thy born nature has been,
Pass on, O Passing Cloud, with all thy blight,
Let every dark despair deliver hope,
Let every cheerless gloom smile as delight.
Come if ye may, unto my dry drab life,
Let rainy days no despair to me give,
Nor strife to me, born who's in sunny land,
I love to see rainbows at sunset eve.
Come, Passing Cloud, teach me to stay afloat,
There’s no joy like soaring high in blue skies,
Come as a rescue boat in stormy sea,
Try, bring back cheers that oft fail to arise.
Remember, Passing Cloud, there’s no failure,
As, to pass on be thy innate nature,
Each failure fertilizes seeds of cure,
As bright dream oft follows a bad nightmare.
Life too is much like thee, O Passing Cloud,
Be it so dark, or bright and silvery,
Every day’s born with a new hope from sun,
All things pass off-- times stormy or breezy.
If what moves on is world, to let go's life,
To stay put, a sure death-defining strife,
Clouds drifting slowly from vanishing sight
Be my moment, eternal that alights.
In the dark night time stops to flow,
the still hands of the clock show
how infinite desolate pathos could be
for life wandering in darkness lonely,
sunrise hour the time creator would know.
Clumped silver cloud gleams in astral halo,
moon dust drapes the ground with satin glow,
as God sprouts the stars of hope remotely
in the dark night.
Indomitable faith fertilizes the land fallow,
barren trees soak it in the trunk hollow,
wait for the new sunrise, longing to see
clouds melt, rain washes the green canopy,
as tranquil time creates the bright morrow
in the dark night.
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April 25, 2022
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Toilet gnome readily fertilized the flowers
It was his utmost special favorite of powers
They are the most gorgeous florals you’ll see
Exotic and erotic – toilet gnome’s specialty.
Elves, faeries and gargoyles came for miles.
To see his flowers and his terrific smiles.
He was a gnome who knew what to do.
His flowers were a delight in rainbow hue.
A couple of female gnomes gave him a wink.
This put him in a great mood – incredibly pink.
He did not follow – he could not leave his post.
He has the best toilet of flowers; his parents now boast.
We all have two trees, growing within us.
Only one can grow fastest enough to weather the worst storms.
The master gardener plants the root ball, combines the mulch, and the top soil,
taking great care, to see the the two trees are planted identically.
Holes where placed, depth of the trace, sunlight exposure, and supportive rods, to withstand storms, are driven end and small saplings are securely tied.
One tree, the roots grow like wildflowers and cactus. Straight out, and shallow.
The other tree's roots grow straight down, and deep.
One tree's roots represent the building blocks, that attract the spirit.
They are, Kindness, empathy, forgiveness, and real love.
The other tree's roots represent, ego, prejudice, jealousy, and arrogance.
The master gardener, waters and fertilizes them the same, and monitors their growth.
When the time is right, the tallest tree is transplanted into a vessel.
The shortest one, transplanted to a greenhouse, to grow to normal height.
The trees within us, are unique and have leaves like fingerprints.
Once their height is accepted, birds seeking a place to nest, find their branches, strong and sheltered.
Grid city
closed in streets
congested.
every man
it's a subject
in the maze
symbiotic...
the city attacks
with volcanoes
steelmakers
industrial plant...
without trees,
the city if
plant in
posts,
steel beams...
no harvest,
fertilizes
in concrete
fertilizer
bizarre...
The city
smokes,
the city
screams...
But she
causes shock!
Magic City...
the whistle
from factory
it's flute
candy!
and everyone dances...
the horns
are orchestras
spontaneous
where all
touch... and mine
throat a lump
seeing the crowd so alone...!
Silt smears into a slow ebbing sea.
A sewage of disabled flesh leaks,
as a slurry of dissolution circles listlessly
until it drowns.
There is a tide, but its fed by breathing tubes
from an unwashed sky.
Bare feet trudge a listless surf,
a greasy sand cakes and clings.
Is this a picture of the crumbling edge
of a dark day or a snapshot of departure?
Camp pots and shredded shelters
wallow now in a miry amnesia.
Some took pictures, of a daylight
Leaking into the plastic hearses
of empty bottles.
After an end that never ends,
atomic waste not nor wants not,
it fertilizes the hunting grounds
of carnivorous moths.
The world keeps wearing its clothes
even though there is less of everything
and more holes.
She’s his student, the intensity has scalded the respect
a damsel full of innocence, displays so intrepid
showing red-hot feminity just at the door of adulthood
she rings the bell of his somatic responses
ten times are his racers, steaming up a dangerous urge
winks her beautiful left eye on an elegant visage
then to his delight,
her half-hidden chested treasures dance
the bra is set free for her glands to beg, in whispering soprano
her infantile navel, fertilizes the growth beneath his pant
his will to say no, confusion demotes
she comes closer to infect more in this temptation
her waist is willing, her lips are flushed
he obeys the request to touch
and his trouser get wet but burns
feeling this softness, his resistance is propagandized
she banks on the finality of his abject defeat
he throws her to one side and disappears from her claws.
Her exhalation of loin lucidity
mentally fertilizes
my inhalation with ova clarity
Silent eyes move with
midnight aura imperative speed
Time dilation purity
seem to halo heat signature read
Twin soul synchronicity
mirrors a muffled,
dual embrace reciprocity:
A horizontal transmission need
Sigh ... blink
Thought oscillations
of laser intensity
enter the deepest diaphragm part
of fetal prone me
Pheromone palpitations
leaves a muted trail of inaudible moans
Cosmic kiss-synapse fluidity
is the lip-binding universal speech
Blink ... sigh
Love urgency travels
on an arrhythmic aorta beam
Unspoken passion
twas utterly bosom conceived
~Beautiful Dragonflies~
(American 767)
Dragonflies are odonata
they have close large eyes
bigger than the damselflies
Have slender bodies two wings
Variety numerous
they eat other small insects
Attack small fish and tadpoles
eat mosquitos and midges
they live in diverse biotope
Some are found in ponds and swamps
Prefer to live in wetlands
Some live in lakes acidic bogs
Male grasps the head of female
Sperm transfer fertilizes eggs
Some female lays eggs alone
Eggs dropped in aquatic plants
or directly in water
Some larvas stage in ponds marshes
When ready to change into adult
They climb out of the water
Shed skin become dragonfly
Dragonflies are unique insects
Colorful beautiful
Adults can live up to two months
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
February.10.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
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