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To many tomatoes fill up my fridge
Grown from the garden, a tasty delish
When seeds were first sown, did a no show
Planted some more, twice many did grow
Offered some out to family and friends
But they had themselves twenty times ten
With seedlings now to many to count
Not one to be wasted began to place out
Seedlings aligned in the vegetable patch
Garden plants nursery waiting to hatch
Some in pots and oblong planters
Hanging baskets - swaying decanters
Nurtured an watered sun on them all
Grew so well some ever so tall
Hundreds of flowers waiting to bare fruits
Slugs and snails hide, waiting to loot
Bees humming as they pollinated
Tiny green balls soon generated
Twice weekly fed grew them much bigger
Some so big grew skin much thicker
As time went by they started to turn
Green to red ripen by suns burn
Fast yielded more than could be eaten
Gave many away, space overtaken
Made soup, mine was just water and pips
Oven dried toms but burnt them to crisps
What ever I tried I failed miserably
Even the sauce was clumpy and gooey
Ripened so fast twice daily out picking
Got to admit they gave me a butt kicking
Next year will buy only plants that I need
Instead will grow flowers for insects to feed
Then sit in my garden with wine on the table
Enjoying the birds and the nests that they cradle
Nature is intended to what it should be
Left in its harmony and natural beauty.
24.09.20
Show Riders Have A Horse,
And They Love to Do A Course.
When They Are Done,
They Wait Around to See If They Have Won.
Blue, Red, Green, or Yellow,
Show Riders Are So Mellow.
Later in The Barn Giving the Horse A Bath,
Show Riders Are There Having A Laugh.
You See Show Riders Are Good at This Historical Game,
Where No One Is Supposed to Complain.
Building Trust Is A Major Feat,
And Showing It Off Is Truly Sweet.
Show Riders Are A Special Troop,
With Emphasis on Being A Supportive Group.
So, In A World of Hate,
Let’s Get Something Straight.
When Exhibiting Horsemanship, It Isn’t the Check,
Instead It Is the Lesson in Respect.
So, Let Those with Egos In,
And Let Them Win.
For When They Go on A Power Play,
The Show Rider Will Say,
Do Not Forget to Visit the Show Office to Pay.
One Day They May Reflect,
And Say Heck,
Those Show Riders Know What They Are Doing,
And Will Forget About Using Words Like Suing.
For It Should Be Known About the Show Rider,
They Are Not Liars.
Show Riders Stand by The Truth Never Needing for Their Voice to Hit the Roof.
In All True Honesty the Show Rider Does Not Need to Know What to Do with The Bute.
Instead the Show Rider Should Always Have Time to Look Cute,
With the Main Goal to Relax Those in The Business Suit.
So, The Next Time the Show Rider Is in The Ring,
They Will Look Up at The Queen Sitting with The King.
Reminding Them They Are Participating in This Thing,
Where Horses Have Magical Wings.
Everyone Will Clap with Class,
Acknowledging the Beauty of The Vision from The Past,
When There Was No Need for Gas.
At the Proper Time Show Riders Will Meet the Royals,
Proving No One In the Industry Is Spoiled.
The Show Rider Will Hear the Remark About Princess Anne,
Not Being A Fan.
Instead She Was the One Creating Such a British Buzz,
When She Showed Her Olympic Equestrian Love.
So, Sit Back Letting Those Who Count Their Strides,
To Handle Those Who Lied and Took Bribes.
Since It Is the Show Rider’s World That Will Make Them Confess,
Giving the Show Rider the Opportunity to Nicely Say We Need to Take Care of This Mess.
With the World Getting Colder and Some of Us Getting Older,
It Is Time for The Show Rider to Be Bolder,
So, We Can Finally Close This “Nasty Angry Folder”
11:45
make sure the straps are tight
11:46
all the time i've spent
wonder where it went
11:47
now
as the sweat beads on my brow
11:48
how did it get this late
11:49
what has happened to the time
11:50
here
how did it so soon appear
11:51
the count down is almost done
how could time be so cruel
11:52
to do this to me
11:53
feel the knocking at my door
11:54
11:55
i ponder life
all the wrong i did
11:56
11:57
next stop hell or heaven
for me it's much to late
11:58
11:59
again where went the time
as
12:00
rolls around
can't help but think about
the horrid way that i lived
when they pull the switch
Form:
For my friend, the year ends on a black note
Cause he's lost a father he looked up to
And now he goes into the new year in a new note
A strange tone cause he's not used to
It will take time before we all come to terms
At just how much this death means to us
I could paint a picture but I'd still lack the terms
To truly express the sorrow I feel is with us
It's sad that you gone at a time when we looked forward to a new year
We were just taking count of how the year has been
But now we here shedding a hard tear
Of what has transpired, what has been
And it's great friends and family are here to console him
I'm sure he appreciates it's just the circumstances are hard
We have to keep being there for the family and him
And it's great how we all here as soon as we heard
Sorry my friend, sad to see your dad is no more
And I know words don't console but atleast know,
that you in our thoughts and many more
It's a hard time now but that's the way of life you know
The PO£T
The brooding lips of night, her frown
when puffs of smoke dot blue sky's crown,
stars bleed in ink as all blooms yield
for the temptress of darkened field.
Then howling breeze dressed in gray shawl,
droops longingly to trace slow crawl
a twilight tear from clouds is peeled
for the temptress of darkened field.
Dark goddess of time, shade of pale
weariness bears like lost bird's wail,
How chilled can silence grit eve's shield
for the temptress of darkened field.
The fond eyes of dawn, her close view
shows night’s long shroud and crypt of blue,
She snuffs each star, yet love’s revealed
by the angel of brightened field.
So harsh the role to kill with light,
Shame shades her blush, first soft and slight,
‘Til full mercy shines, then all’s healed
by the angel of brightened field.
Day’s duty is to moonlight reap,
Yet morning glows, can never sleep,
Cascading dreams are kissed and sealed
by the angel of brightened field.
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Brenda Chiri's Contest: 'Your Very Best Rhyme Of All Time'
~ A Collab Poem
Paranoid And Voided
If I step outside my house I’m dead!
There are monsters under my bed
I cannot sleep due to the sheep
They count on my naivety
You know how sheep can be
Cold, calculating, killers to the core
I understand from reliable sources in my head
That I am out to get me
I try to protect me from myself
Used rope to tie my hands behind me
But the rope is really a snake
Cannot be trusted, plotted against me with contempt
There is no mistake
My toys are in a rage and lined against me
Jealous of my powers and filled with envy
Ready to attack with guns and knives
Hidden behind their backs, thirsty for my blood
A delusional pack of savages to persecute me
They chase me down the hall to kill me
Or shoot me in in the back for satisfaction
I need to go to sleep….. but about the sheep….
You understand…. It is sheep
You know how they can be
They are sheep and need no explanation
I’m not paranoid at all but have to tell you all the time
Wash and disinfect your hands before you enter
There are billions of microbial creatures that have landed
Aliens, who come from other planets with a plan
Filthy, unshaved, ugly beings from the dirty universe
Come to hurt me and to place their curse
I refuse to be party to their plan and will avoid it if I can
Hold my head to keep the noise and voices in
Keep the enemy at bay with invisibility and invincibility
Hold my breath forever to keep the germs away
To kill or avoid everything there is
That can be neutralized or voided…. This I pray
Physical pain can run deep, restricting life as it once was
Attacking the very things that make life what is should be
To be lived fully enjoyed
A trap it can be when there is little that is able to be done
Compared to usual
Those things that mean the most to someone, are limited
Suddenly life is turned into survival with worries that easily consume
Turning fears into what will be?
However, in all this, it is amazing how someone else’s gentle words
Can make a difference
Understanding and care for what is, no matter what the struggle may be
The simple plain understanding that life is not always smooth functioning
Inside a person is still the same person with heart and soul full of love
This is what matters most of all
This is what should count in a world that holds unreasonable expectations
In a place where sometimes the genuine giving love that counts is not priority
Bottom line is, when all else is stripped away, this is what is left shining
Heidi Sands
1/15/17
I’m in it
Oh boy, I am in trouble, but it wasn’t really my fault
My friend provided the cross bow, and I slipped in the bolt
It was when we took it out to play, then the trouble was done
We pulled the trigger slowly, it was only meant in fun
The bolt it left the bow, and it smashed into the post
That’s when it hit and freed an inconsequential invisible ghost
It crept out from obscurity and stepped in between us two
But it didn’t count on the strength of friendship, that I have for you
We rounded up the posse and even though we may be twits
They all got behind us and they helped remove the little s***.
© ~GG~31/12/2012
Love
- God loves us so much
The priest purred –
- That He doesn’t count our falls
So much as the times we pick ourselves up
And how much do I love God
After I’ve had to pick myself up?
How much? How much?
Am I upset with a blow to my pride?
To think that God is not at my side –
But am I so proud?
Perhaps I don’t know myself well enough-
It’s hard to fight temptation alone
God keeps too low a profile
I see only one pair of footprints
And they’re mine
They’re not divine.
Carry me God
And love me
Don’t be shy
Don’t keep testing me
Surely by now you know me.
Is it likely I’ll leave you at my age?
Is it likely at this stage?
You prayed for St Peter
Please pray for me
And help me.
Lead me not into temptation
I pray to you
But the devil blocks your ears;
Is Our Lady in tears
While Satan jeers…….?
I don’t know anything.
Dear God - let me know something.
I don’t need to eat the fruit of knowledge
But at least let me know if you’re on my side
Maybe I’m not important enough
Or maybe you’ve got other engagements
Or maybe because you don’t want me to lose my mind
Or maybe due to some technical fault beyond earthly control
Or maybe because of the communication barrier
Or maybe because of the distance
Or maybe you’re trying to see
How much I can take.
Don’t – for my sake
Don’t – for your sake
Please don’t – Dear God……..
If you love God
You will keep His commandments
But if you love me God
Please help me to keep them.
I can’t manage alone
Please don’t let me break again
Lord make me chaste – now!
Don’t let me be the devil’s toy
Please don’t – Dear God…….
Keep a high profile
On the cross of temptation
Don’t let me have to repeat your words
Dear Lord Jesus -
My God My God
Why have you forsaken me?
I think you only said it once
But I’ve felt it more than once.
Don’t forsake me
Please don’t – Dear God……
Help me
Stay with me
Fight for me
Love me
Please do – Dear God……..
As I dusted off an old jazz LP
A musical genie appeared to me
With seven notes in his hand
And a wish for each one
So I wished to see some singers and bands
Then I traveled back in time
On a C note
To hear the great jazz bands of old
My first stop was with the Count
Count Basie caressed the piano
As the saxophone turned out gold
The bass guitar was strumming away
And I listened to Billie Holiday
As she sang 'Blue Moon'
I then hitched a ride on a D note
And that took me to see the Duke
As I watched him tickle the ivories
I was taken for a ride on the A train
Where I heard him play Moon River
I left the train on an E note
To see Ella Fitzgerald sing
I did not want to depart
Until she sang "Cry you out of my heart"
Then a G note took me away
So I could hear Nina Simone play
I still had a few notes to spare
As Nina sang "My baby don't care.......
Before I left, I wanted to see one last show
So the B note took me to see Louie Satchmo
With his trumpet blaring
To "When the saints go marching in"
It was a great musical affair
And I rode home on the melodic notes
of the great trumpeteer