War Garden Poems

Sonnet I

In realms of emerald hush, where sunlight strains
Through veils of green, a silent throng takes root,
A clovered congregation on the plains,
Their stoic forms a...

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One generic baby boomer, (a garden variety sexagenarian)...
offers his interpretation of critical race theory

I, (an articulate, charming, domesticated, 
erudite, friendly, genteel, humorous, intelligent,
kind, learned, male,...

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I prefer to gaze at my Eden
through this veil of screens.
There, the miracle of sun and bloom
explodes with delight over my stoned edges.

But...ponder me first...

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Buried so long in rules and obligations
To the earth, the roots have worked. 

Every time a raindrop falls on a petal,
It finally finds the earth
But...

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Mirabella had a big garden of pretty Azaleas
and towards moon she started a tap dance,
showing her ballerina dress made by Chris;
young boys came around and...

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The war was fought.
But the warriors thought it wise
to change  sides
time and again....

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Four fast friends and I sailed away to war.
Our dreams were fresh, and we owned forever.
On Omaha beach a shell took Trevor.
His Spring life sap...

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The garden
holds a drowsy half eyed
hum of bees
and the whispers
of leaves high above, then,
a hint of magnolia clouding
around the chair on which you lay
a breath...

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Rocky

Rock is not a racehorse, 
he is a tiny Billy goat. 
He thinks he is much larger
than he really is. 
One day, 
he will be...

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Garden Oasis

Amongst the bees and the hummingbirds, I find my peace in my garden oasis.
My thoughts become sorted, by the peaceful purpose of eliminating weeds
The...

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An apple a day keeps the doctor away;
But hugs are the best for your heart.
They say all is fair in love and in war,
But fair...

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WEEDBEBACKAGAINENORMOUSLY

Nowt worse out in the garden to keep those weeds in track
Then a warm bath and pain killers to ease your flamin’ back
Only half the...

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WEEDS
"weeds, you can win the battle, but; they will never let you win the war"

Indiana Shaw . . . : /

"Yet, we carry on, regardless"...

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Afterwards in heaven’s garden
Where I find no weed or thorn;
Only stoneless soil unhardened,
Life is verdant, newness born.

Rows of hedges, trees, and flowers
Vibrant in their colors...

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