Long Garden Poems
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By your side I choose to travel
Yet this trip I do solo
To the depths of a secret pool
I dive and must explore alone
Such depths far from barren
Things recovered are hard to explain
Like living pearls from the sea
Preciously brought back
Barely seedlings needing care
Please understand when I tell you
I nurture them in my heart
Till they take root and
Slowly grow as flowers in a garden
It’s still early spring but
I look forward to the day
You will notice it beyond the fence
And want to be invited
To walk through my inner garden
As you trod along your own journey
AP: 3rd place 2020
Wrested from my writing by a drone
which signified that I was not alone
in its black and yellow jumper it had come
fat and furry, bigger than my thumb
it cruised around the room in lazy eights
before it worked itself into a state
against the window wings fizzed on the glass
as fruitlessly it struggled to get past
annoyed at every corner on inspection
too close to even see it's own reflection
the outside world all plainly in it's sight
but out of reach, no this cannot be right
it thought “the flowers in the garden I can see
but cannot fly to them- how can this bee?”
I pitied this paradox of aviation
for being in a desperate situation
it's compound eyes with panoramic view
blind to the neighbouring window it flew through.
“ I feel your pane” I told the frame inspector
too knackered now to gather any nectar
and went and fetched a beaker and some card
then scooped it up, released it in the yard.
We, too, in life in lazy circles go
until whatever circumstances throw
leaves us adrift, no chance of some release
we thrash round for solutions, have no peace
take on our problems close up, face to face
instead of stepping back and giving space
so we may then take in the wider view
the answer is nearby what we should do
so stop banging your head and then you'll see
you won't need glass and card.
Unlike the bee.
UNDERNEATH A MOONLIT SKY
Luminous lustrous Moonlit sky has spread starry tapestry above.
We two underneath sitting on swing in our garden of dream.
Gentle zephyr carrying strong sweet smell of jasmine our fav flavor.
She puts her head on my shoulder,
pale Moonbeam playing on her golden hair.
Platoon of floating cotton clouds trying to hide Moon time to time.
Mesmeric mystic maroon Moon does not bother
but peeps to smile in own lunatic style.
I am confused, also amused whom to gaze!
To lucent Moon or to look in depth of her eyes.
Placid Moonbeam flashes on her charming eyelashes
and she blushes as I glance.
I lifted her Moonlit face to press my lips
and love was sealed.
Large gibbous Moon gave a ghostly wink
as the prime witness.
Romantic aroma of Jasmine blended soon
in shimmering sheen of silvery Moon.
Pearly passion in fervent fashion
neither reticent nor shy.
We were flooded in glamorous amorous flow
underneath a Moonlit sky.
08/01/20
Second Place
'Pick a title -Vol.20-Free Verse 3' Contest by Edward Ibeh.
Title chosen 'Underneath A Moonlit sky
I have the glow of Eve in my eyes. Genesis. In the beginning there was heaven and earth. Here I am in the Garden of Eden looking at the tree of knowledge, the tree of good and evil, and I think alright, I already have foresight. Epiphany. I felt that was not blasphemy to feel that way, nor was it sacrilegious because if I were not religious, I would not be in the garden of Eden. The plants were green with envy and the water was blue with denial. It id summer in Le Afrique and I am free and feeling good. I felt emancipated from birth. My heart beat and that was an emancipation. When I touched my rib cage I knew that there was one rib still belonging to a man. But it is mine now. I am feeling good and feeling free. C'est le vie. C'est fini. Et tu Brute? Is that what I am so suppose to say? Brutus has yet to betray Julius Caesar so what would be the point in saying that? I am free to walk through this garden capisce? There is no need to fight there is no need to take physical flight I am alright.
The flutter of a butterfly's wing can cause a typhoon across the world. And so maybe I will twirl and turn from that tree of knowledge. And so I am here without a doubt. And I doubt that I have to continuously smack my lips and shake my pointer finger about. And what about antonyms? That was rhetorical. It would only be logical to understand that Genesis and Revelations are not antonyms. IF I get forgiveness for wanting to be alone, maybe we can talk about Revelations, maybe we can just be silent. Skeptical I am that I am here alone. Revelations.
When I ask him, 'Do you really love me'?
He thinks and says, 'Sure I always say 40-love when I play tennis with
you'.
Whenever I come home happy after my shopping spree,
He reminds me, 'Honey, Money does not grow on tree'.
Whenever I need some help in household chores,
He reminds me that his work domain is outdoors.
Whenever he works outside the house,
He moans and groans that I forgot my wedding vows.
Whenever I complain of being TV. sports widow during leisure times,
He wants me to be creative and pick up some hobby sometimes.
When the hour of romance comes on the anniversaries,
I expect gifts, flowers, hugs and kisses,
Instead I get a flower from the garden reminding me of my marriage
anniversary.
Whenever I am dressed up to go the parties and want him to look sharp,
He comes up with his favorite old shirt and baggie pants.
When I am mad on him for not listening to anything I say,
I think he is a son of a gun, what else I can say
“I cross my heart and promise to
Give all I've got to give to make all your dreams come true
In all the world you'll never find
A love as true as mine”
(Quoted lines from I cross my heart by George Strait)
When my enticed eyes look at you
My heart pulsates with the cadence new
My soul absorbs your essence completely
Suffusing my senses with the feeling of glee.
“As I stand alone on this moon full night
For the first time I feel alone in life”
(Quoted lines from I’m ready for love by Martha Reeves)
Your alluring footprints I long to follow
To embrace you all the way I’ll go
When I feel empty and alone, I stand
At the edge of dark horizon in wasteland
You raise for me the silver moon high
Forever my love shines in night’s jeweled sky.
“I told you everything
Opened up and let you in
You made me feel alright for once in my life”
(Quoted lines from Behind those hazel eyes by Kelly Clarkson)
In the scorched existence, listless and inert
When I turn into a dry lake in the desert
You bring the soothing rains of bliss
Make within me a sparkling oasis.
“All alone am I ever since your goodbye
All alone with just the beat of my heart”
(Quoted lines from All alone am I by Brenda Lee)
Wandering lost in the vale of desolation
I search for the missing passion
In the abandoned channel meandering
You flow the torrent of your yearning
Make a cascading river of desire in me surge
Flowing joyfully to the rapturous sea.
“It was hard for me to see when
When your love was blindin' me
But now, I know I have to let you go your separate way”
(Quoted lines from Learn the hard way by Brandy Norwood)
In the burnt garden in summer of despair
When I appear as a wilting bud I feel you’d care
Bring rains and drench me again in love shower
Make me blossom for you as a radiant flower.
(The lines from the mentioned songs of the named singers
are within quotation.)
Ephesians 4:27 admonishes all believers in Jesus Christ, not to give a place to the devil. As a direct result of our anger because when we lose control of our own emotions, the devil has won a victory! The devil is a thief who comes only to rob steal kill and destroy us. If we give the devil even one inch or one meter, he will take a whole mile from us.
The devil comes to steal our joy our peace and our fellowship with Jesus Christ and fellow believers. The devil comes to kill us. He knows full well he cannot destroy our spirit. Because he cannot rob us of our everlasting life! But he can kill our minds and destroy our souls during this life only!
The devil comes to destroy us he can destroy our families, our homes, neighborhoods for example. The human family is what God has based the foundation of human society. Some of his worse assaults has been to destroy the family units. Usually he accomplishes it via absentee fathers and/or mothers.
The devil is the world's greatest lairs of all times. He is murderer from the beginning of time and a liar. He hates God, His Holy Angels, His Heavenly and His Earthly Saints! By destroying God's created beings, he can strike back at His own Creator! He was a usurper who wanted to kick God off of His throne and take His place! He lead one third of his angels against God!
He was the snake in the Garden of Eden who deceived Eve. And who caused Adam to also sin against God! Adam and Eve were forgiven. Why because sin already existed! However, God cannot forgive Satan, because sin originated through him alone. Neither can He forgive his fallen angles or demonic spirits! Resist the devil and he shall flee from you! Bound, the strong man, the devil himself!
In Jesus Christ's Holy Name!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
February 18, 2021
she had lost the plot long before in an insane labyrinth of her mind
trapped in the rat race of high speed and the volume on full blast
incarcerated shackled and straight jacketed thumb screws and all
contorting denial delusion and psychedelic support to no valid avail
and the wall of her self-imposed prison was barbed with wire of pain
the maze of synaptic connections discharged commands of unreason
torturous wheels of cognition failed to balance fierce contradictions
twisting and hurting she succumbed to a myriad of fake solutions
turning the tourniquet tight to receive the message of brown sugar
winding serpentine paths misconstrued from temptation and promise
and still the garden remained a wasteland of intemperate indignation
she had fallen off the wagon so many times that the engine had stalled
sinews lay bare under a sinuous array of purulent scars and punctures
a tattered puzzle of perplexed bewilderment awaiting the ultimate shot
the heroine submerged in near namesake poison in face of the needle
as the epitaph neared completion and the funeral cortege proceeded
she prayed and surrendered to a white knuckling ride of withdrawal
dragons danced with cold turkeys on her tomb stone but they refused
to relinquish hope for affronted vultures puked at sight of her ghost and
she recalls near death experiences and abstinence as a miraculous gift
25th June 2020
The drench in the monsoon shower
Can feel the smiling and risen sun all gleeful and gay,
ushered in me a beams of energy earlier today.
Can sense now it chuckle at the setting milky white moon,
softly in me restore its light to make me estatically swoon.
virgin cold watery sprays of the falling drops of rains,
Slowly washes my worries off my face and down the drain.
fragrance of wet mud and lush sweet garden breeze,
Blows into me, pure strength..
happiness in me gradually increase.
As I walk bare feet, wet grassy paths of garden gently,
subdued muffed up feelings erupt over my heart’s brim intently…..
let go of all feelings and experience inside me a sensation so very light,
My vision clears and thoughts to me for this day's path ahead seem so very bright.
May is green and pink and red,
A month where spring’s soft footsteps spread.
Green leaves dance on bushy trees,
Whispering songs with summer breeze.
Pink flowers bloom so fresh and bright,
Making every garden light.
Red rays of the glowing sun
Turn the world to golden fun,
Shining bright like sparkling wine
Across the earth in every line.
May brings melons juicy and sweet,
Mangoes rich for all to eat.
Marigolds in red and gold
Paint the fields so bright and bold.
Green and yellow everywhere,
Colourful beauty fills the air.
Though May walks with scorching heat,
Sweat and thirst the days may greet,
Cool breezes through the trees arrive,
Keeping tired hearts alive.
Tender coconut water sweet
Makes the summer feel complete.
Jackfruits ripe and sweet lime juice,
Sugarcane with cooling use,
Butter milk so fresh and light
Fill our days with pure delight.
One by one the treats appear,
Bringing happiness and cheer.
May’s the month of holiday time,
Fun and laughter in every rhyme.
No school bells and no class race,
Only joy in every place.
Practical learning, games, and play,
Happy memories every day.
May is always green, pink, and red—
Colours of the path ahead.
Green says, “Go and grow each day,”
Pink says, “Care along the way,”
Red says, “Stop and think awhile,”
Helping life move mile by mile.
Life is made of this bright trio,
Walk with courage, be the hero.