False.
Falsely crafted the light false, false light has fallen unto the ubiquitous plains of deserted dissimulated grain.
False Majesty give them a taste of the garden supple, pure, from which the most impious rent-asunder rears.
False.
Into the mouth of the green-backed snake, the birds and the bees, the snake in the grass.
The Master Gardener makes no mistake
About His pruning, nor of what He must break,
It's because He's the Creator of it all
So He knows what must fall.
Trusting, let your Sap of Spring-Joy flow
Always and faithfully, even if you don't know
The ways or times of Harvest coming soon,
All the Excellence and Blessing in the time to prune.
Beyond the minds ability to perceive time or distance, sits the gate.
OR
The Gate sits on and beyond the edge of the limit of the minds ability to perceive time or distance.
OR
- Beyond the minds ability to perceive time or space, sits the border between physical and formless.
The gate is narrow in visibility, not in width...
The ever-cherishing...
View of the panoramic blue hills
The melodious tone of a Thrush
A glimpse of a distant horizon
The sight of clouds kissing the sky.
The Panache of...
Lovers weaving the dream web
The demanding depths of a mountain-pass
The luxuriant foliage
The sparkly stars in the pitch-black skies
The sharpest gaze at the infinite.
It is a desire...
To descend the hours of hardship
To sightsee a palmy garden
To feel the caressing north wind afar
To recreate the defunct fauna and flora
To sense the aroma of Bethlehem Lily.
Must care take ...
The emotions swinging in the sky canoe.
To mouth shut the gamut of harsh words
To augment the woe of parted love
To fill the voids with the right choice and
To put off rage, a forest fire in action!
Exquisite is...
The unheard song from the unknown
The illusion is craving for an Oasis.
The reality, time plunging into an hourglass
Afar, a new beginning undoes.
The sunrise, twilight and nightfall, the viewers!
my amazing enchanted garden
marigolds hollyhocks lilies
scallopy field of green
yellow dandelions
purple thorned thistles
wild iris
queen annes lace
clover
grass
I. Centipede Multiplicity
One day, a little curly dog treed
an unsuspecting centipede,
forgetting all about the others,
his one hundred faithful brothers.
Soon, the curly dog would greet
ten thousand angry little feet.
II. Caterpillar Paralysis
Can I tell you a stranger thing than this -
a caterpillar suffered paralysis -
or was she just a chrysalis?
It came about, by and by,
that she became a butterfly.
III. Snail Presence
He was alone,
but the sun shone.
There he stood.
He felt good.
He had no feet,
but felt complete.
A slow glide
felt right inside
for a snail,
just out of jail.
There was sunlight pouring down
in the park and on the ground
where it could also be seen
the grass had a brighter sheen.
All the shadows that were cast
would for a while yet still last
and the beauty of that sight
was distinguished in the light.
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As the stage opened I saw shiny instruments and the crowd jeered "schizophrenic trumpet" "cancerous guitar." I realized that the losers seated were ugly, and the stage knew that once its curtain closed the instruments would still shine, and they would leave as ugly as they were.
Fondly reminiscing under starlight
of sweet kisses in the cool breeze of a late august night
Luke’s Take: Couplets
Amidst the gathered throng all who contemplate
A farmer wandered forth to sow with agrarian gait
Some seeds were trampled, snatched by birds in flight
Others met the rocky ground and withered from the light
Among the thorns, hope struggled, choked by worldly care
While on good soil, faith blossomed, life fertile and rare
Each heart receives The Word, its journey has begun
By holding fast and persevering it, a harvest is won
Mark’s Take: A Limerick
A man scattered seed as He fanned’em
Always knowing whose growth’s in tandem
The stalk, then the head
And the grain is ripe and spread
The harvests appear just as He’s planned’em
Matthew’s Take: Haikus
Seeds fall on the path
Birds swoop down without a root
Message snatched away
Rocky ground, quick joy
Sun scorches shallow roots fast
Withers in trouble
Among the sharp thorns
Worries choke the growing Word
Fruitless riches fade
Good soil receives seed
Understanding yields a crop
Abundance in heart
Wheat and weeds both grow
Harvest sorts what is sown here
Truth’s spread by our God
Epilogue:
A Tender Shoot springs
Wonderful Counselor He
Succors to His kin
Silver sentiel, silent sphere,
You've orbited through every year.
Your face a map of time's own gleam, Reflecting
every human dream. The lover's sighs, The warriors plight, Bathed in your impartial light.
You ask no questions, offer no reply.
Just watch ages flutter by. I imagine you listening, Your face a soft gleam. Reflecting the fragments of my waking dream. I wish for a garden, where colors can riot, and time is worthwhile. Not of Earth, but of star dust, a landscape unseen. Where thoughts take their form, vibrant and keen. With my thoughts in a whirl, I imagine a companion, someone who sees patterns in the dust motes that fly. And finds their own music in a lullaby.
Do you think wishes sent upwards, have anywhere to go? Or are they just echoes, that fade and than cease, Lost in the vastness, finding no peace? Moon, you are a pale disc, hung high serene, A silent observer, a cosmic queen.
Mankind aims to colonize Mars
We plan to not repeat past mistakes
~ Nature has way of prevailing
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
I’m blest with flawless vision, so endowed,
due to golden gift of sight a treasure,
my eyes, I laud in mint leaf green verse,
when viewing sea wet docks in mystic towns,
or ornate footpath to hue-tinged garden,
of fragrant sprawl and bloom, to behold,
day peep, first blush, urban verve and vim,
expressive gaze from my pearl white inset,
feature highly, endorsed by close-knit clan,
seeing eye to eye, I can’t see why not!!!
I walked in the garden
yeah, that was me
I stepped on a plant
accidentally.
In my defense it was gloomy,
there was no moon
I would have missed it
if it had been noon
I’m afraid it was fatal
you’re the first with the results
it was limp and unresponsive
and it had no pulse
I decided I’d bury it - it was gone.
I’d do it after jogging, about dawn
I thought it improvident and beyond needs,
it turned out fine - it recovered - it’s a weed..
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Songs for this:
A Girl In Trouble (Is a Temporary Thing) by Romeo Void
Can't Be Sure by The Sundays
Perfect day to invite friends
It might be someone's birthday or anniversary
We'll find cause to celebrate
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
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