Long Gardened Poems

Permaculturists,
like Taoists
and Buddhists
and Hindus, etc.
Consider neighbors
extended and respected family,
ZeroZone Kin,
regardless of zone status
near or far,
regardless of species,
regardless of living
or gone
or not yet arrived.

Dear Neighbors,

I make no proud claims
of embracing a GREEN lifestyle,
making green integrity choices,
No...

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Our mother was the prettiest mom in the room. Creative, multi-talented, always doing much more than what was average. We never had a store bought dress and ours were gorgeous with ribbons, lace, and rickrack....

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We are bold
we are beautiful
we are strong

We wear the colours of our skins
on the palm of our spirits
from generations through generations
we regenerate
from century through century
we blossom
 from decades through decades
we experience
from years to years
we grow
from...

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Of all the things that I have lost
Perhaps what hurts the most
Is that I can no longer go
to where I once called home...

I cannot roam with childish glee
Down through the leafy grove
Nor play with snowballs,...

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Back in my day we had the radio on at my house in early mornings.
We gardened in the summer and ate the food all year round.
It was so much more fresh and tasty than canned...

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Deep Roses That Wrapped Our Love, Tis' Not Forgot

Forgotten, the days of thunder that we once knew,
Long ago, red roses bloomed in our gardened spot,
And everything beautiful reminded me of you;
Deep roses that wrapped our...

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Over the pond’s lilies’ leaves,
morning dew settles glistening sleeves —
a covering to compliment the green,

a translucent, hint-of-blue ~ from a quivering 
mist hanging, hushing everything, so all the doing
of sunrise dances must in-stasis remain…

~ or...

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Three flowers ...
          of extraordinary bloom,
     seeds and earth, spun together in chaos.

         ...

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My town is a floral one, known in French as
"La Ville des Fleurs," for, it is one so beautifully gardened
It is, in the island, the place where I roam about, fully at ease
For it is...

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My mother went door to door on a daily basis
Collecting money for Mr. Sim’s wife’s funeral flowers
or for a present for Tad and Betty’s newborn baby girl
When I am older, I hope I do this...

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Long country roads reminds me of home.
 Where Mother gardened in her yellow hat
 and Dad watching her would smile and at 
 her laugh, then she would laugh along.

 The smell of honeysuckle on...

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Stubbs Park is decorously rampant,
its paths scamper here and there
                         ...

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Burst out the dark wood
tearing laughter through the sunned blued sky
cartwheeled I spin
breath sucks in between grinned teeth
I pause
slammed by beauty
green gives way to a burst of wild flowers
swaying giggling naked across a field
overwhelmed I...

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Holy EarthSpirit
is our seed bearer.

Our blue celestial universe 
could lack nothing
In meadows of green sweetgrass
She enlightens repose.

Into living waters of recomposure
She bears then leads us;
There S/He revives Earth's compassioned soul.

She guides me
by polypaths of virtue
not...

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You are the most beautiful love of our lives
You make the heat of the sun soothing to the skin
You make the fear of the storm a simple excuse
You make the lightning an thunder sound like...

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Walking along life’s crooked gardened paths
Becomes more meaningful with time;
First early steps to follow butterflies
In bright sun with cheers to make rhymes
Touching soft pink flowers feels heavenly
Pink shoes; pink ice cream; pink dresses;
Feeling “pink” is...

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My hands look worn, marked by the passing of time,
Of sunlight, cold, heat and work.
They have baked, cooked, gardened and harvested,
They have held the hands of devastated people sitting in front of a casket,’
They have...

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Mother had me when she was just a young woman,
at birth I was her baby- then her girl;
                 ...

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Mare will harvest her pumpkins one of these years
Cheers to you all, she says, for she is unorthodox and crazy.
Lazy is her middle name, for the pumpkins all rot.
Not that she cares, for she is...

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We two amidst the wastelands walked
Where heroes fell and mad ghosts leapt.
There slaughtered angels we beheld
With trembling eyelids moist yet brave,
Alone, so drear the gathering Dark!
And you, small vessel, cracked with grief-
By storm,no less assailed...

From...

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Stubbs Park is decorously rampant,
its paths scamper here and there
like unruly children.

Perhaps its topographical language
once spoke of bridges 
for the landscapers have run riot
planting arching spans
between and over 
many of its hillocks and humps.

If you...

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The poet's voice, a lonely flute
From the grotto of orphaned dreams,
And Sorrow the arms which wrap him
'Til e'en they grow frail, and falter,
Thus failing, cast him down-
A writhing soul unblest
By fair Sleep's last kiss...

His word,...

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A symphonic silent moment in time
Swimming in the soul of your lover
A protective comfort of a salty warm cove
An experience never held by another
This spirited laughter to be shared within
Exchanged in untainted affections
Constant companion while...

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Trixie Belden was a marvelous book find for me.
She was a blonde dynamo with Encyclopedia Brown’s talent
For finding, following, and solving mysteries
delightfully female with Honey, her sidekick best friend.

Encyclopedia Brown had not been penned yet...

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Daylight slips in and out
of yellowing curtains,
as the sun blinks.
At such times
her thoughts 
appear and disappear

The old lady has planted
her mind in closets
where dreams wither,
in kitchen cupboards
where herbs and spices dust the dark.
She will leave...

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