The Botany Of Awe is inspiring,
wild in scent and with an intrepid hue.
All day and night with a mind inquiring,
petals should not be unnatural blue.
Buds germinate producing solid roots,
yet from the beginning they long to fly.
In no other dream are there substitutes,
euphoria leaves my heartbeat on high.
Images dropping right out of daydreams
every piece is colored and fits just right.
Pulling aspects from incredible schemes,
soft meadows sit neon in the moonlight.
Beaded stars and flowers full of comets,
magic feels about as good as it gets.
The things left unsaid
grow heavier through the years,
gathering below
like silt in a riverbed
fills in the refection pool.
Snowball, small at first,
gathers more snow as it rolls.
snowman's tiny nose,
becomes head, then a body,
then a roaring avalanche.
Regrets germinate
as roots grow into the soul
become embedded.
what was 'too few to mention'
is now 'too much to ignore'
Hand touches lightly
then tightens for better grip,
as the wanting grows.
the weight becomes the burden
that is so hard to let go.
Fingers on the ledge
numb and trembling from the strain,
grow inflexible
letting go is now so hard
after all the holding on.
OF SEEDS AND GOOD SOIL
Seeds sown in good soil,
Soon germinate and bear fruits
With nourishing grace.
Let your heart be of good soil
Bearing God’s fruits of his love:-
SOWED AND REAPED
The seeds we have sown,
Took some time to germinate
Their ripe, reaping fruits:
Nourishing fruits of God’s grace,
Navigating awareness:-
spring flowers delight
bird droppings help germinate ~
happy surprises
Frosty discontent freezes the mind,
the seed of hope waits for the spring
to germinate from the deep within.
It took the planted seed forever to germinate
Its beautiful blossom withered, welcoming a friendly rain
I have seen the sun fall before the dawn rises
Yet watered every sweat to the rooted root like a basket fully holding it
The Can is yours to take home; let go of the watering and allow nature to grow
It was a miraculous mirage, hoping it would turn a new green leaf
I sat with my imprisoned inner eye beneath another long armed tree
Ready to be plucked without ado or stress
Where I had no handful sown yet reaped from ripened fruitful fruits
Awakening your oblivion to the begotten truthful tale
Wherever on fertile land, a seed drop shall rise again
Adam wasn't fearlessly fearful of Eve but of the favourite forbidden fruits
(C) Yusuf, A.O
Charles Kirk, conservative political activist, author, and media personality was assassinated in Utah on Sept 10, 2025
A world of common sense is stifled
A loss for all of us, indeed
Whoever killed him used a rifle
In vicious, vile, heinous deed
We knew him all and his compassion
Someone who spoke the honest truth
Defending freedom with a passion
And gifting hope to our youth
He may be gone, yet seeds he planted
Shall germinate and bear fruit
Ascend to Pearly Gates was granted
So sad his voice is now on mute
It’s one of those turning points
That twists the country on its head
Time shall make sense at this checkpoint
What we have lost with Charlie’s dead
Whoever did this want us chained
And walking left instead of right
May not this loss be their gain
Farewell, C. Kirk, one noble knight
September 10, 2025
Breathe in breathe out repeat, respiration is critical for any lifeform to succeed. All of a sudden I consider myself. Like the soil houses and remembers to shelter the seed, so the flowers germinate and can keep growing while their scent perfumes the air around me. Beautiful reminders I too am changing. Evolving. Beauty is still relevant just rearranging. As previously there were limitations to its phenotypic plasticity causing no growth or elevation. Someone is showing off using me as a demonstration. Like I'm always under observation while I am growing. Like Organogenesis: the development of new organs from meristems. The root of life is in me, the beginning and also the end. The combination of different cycles that one human holds within, is miraculous such a life I am worthy to play a function in. All I had to do was make it to this phase, where I can wake up to smell the flowers I planted along the way. Just be still. Breathe in breathe out, repeat, respiration is critical for any lifeform to succeed.
INEVITABILITY AND MORAL RELATIVITY
They say war is inevitable, and will always, with us, be;
But this audacious, mendacious attitude is not for you and me:-
Dropping Satanic murderous bombs on babes can’t germinate peace;
Such Sodomon and Germoria demonic skewing must now cease:-
What we must ensure to be inevitably true, is the falling eggs of peace
from above;
Dropping and bursting all over the earth below as they are released
from God's dove:-
Time is coming when mankind here on this weary earth will soon face
true inevitability,
And will then realize the consuming digestive neutralization of mendacious
moral relativity:-
Blackbirds actively search for food, yet not all seeds have the potential to germinate. Poets draw their inspiration from seeds, birds, and the sun. When a bird drops a seed in the forest, the sun provides the necessary nourishment. The seed may sprout or it may not. Similarly, a woman may choose to be with her partner; he could lead to a pregnancy, or he might not. She has the power to decide whether to continue the pregnancy, although external factors can influence its development.
In my creative vision, I have several compelling ideas that I am determined to share with the world. A fashionable item will achieve widespread popularity as it connects with its audience. A poem will carve its path through its distinct journey.
Importantly, the poet plays a vital role in driving the movement forward in establishing the movement.
If sperm were deposited into the soil, it is unlikely that they could survive like seeds.
Although I refrain from claiming that my poem will endure indefinitely, my unspoken words will grow like seeds, planting my name firmly in the landscape of knowledge.
I am my true self, akin to a poem that originated from a mere seed.
The Book of Souls is well composed by Nature.
through serial changes : Adaptation
continued on trial , best to capture
a blind process , showing evolution.
From non living stuff, life to germinate
Souls are to sprout from Energy conserved
Life runs to incarnate, re-incarnate
Souls to shelter as beings may deserve.
Souls flowing through living and non -living
Sometimes prominent, sometimes dormant
at nook of Nature or in a being.
Stable -stagnant or dynamic vibrant.
In non -living and living exist souls
as birth, life, death, after-life as a whole.
Sometimes, it doesn't matter
What kind of dance you do
Who you do it with
Is more important.
If you have a dream
A desire and perseverance
You will germinate
Even through the asphalt.
Fear a distressed emotion brought on by the belief that something dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat will occur. It only gains strength when you feed it faith. Growing into an outrageous ember, igniting every corner of hope it’s flames chase. It’s the unconscious decision to give up and for lack of better words, screw faith. But it’s in those moments we need to lock in, steady our ground, to again mount the horse of life before, untrue lies pull us back down. Using lessons as tools, from past trials that were fear derived. Turning them into hope as our hope is what keeps our faith alive. Some tracks are rocky, not always smooth.. If it was just flat, there would be no need for hope or faith within this life for flesh covered fools. It’s the hardships and heartaches that germinate our seeds, for faith, to bloom. I always lean harder into mine, when every other turn I manage to take, leads me to a dead-end, where fear and anger ruminate. It’s in those moments I beg for the spirit of uncertainty to relinquish my lack of faith, replace it with trust that everything, even on our worst days, will be ok just don’t invite fear to play.
Heart of emotions
spinning out
colors
seeding on stone
to germinate
hope
tears of the night
moon and star
ice
dew sparks
that vanish
in gold of
compassion
fountain of colors
wheel of precision
changing
earth gown
to fit
the season
recolored by
heart
capricious motion
spun by
words of emotions
what's spring joy
of colors and songs
to a heart
weighted down
by sorrow
or winter
dark ice
to hot love fire
burning the judge
of the eye
sun color fountain
can brighten the day
God's Word enkindles
the heart
with everlasting fire
of life's joy
First Place Winner: Brian Strand-A March 2025 Posted-3/3/25
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