Long Green fingers Poems

Sometimes trees’ green fingers
Stand still like reposing harbingers
Of hope and despair; they meditate
On our ignorance of them who medicate
Us when diseases burgle into our souls
Taking us unawares like April fools.

At times tree branches and leaves
Come...

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Dave, who when his time came to retire
Thought he'd have a quiet life
But instead he soon discovered
That he had a nagging wife.
He acquired an allotment  to pass the time
An hour or two of solitude...

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I was invited to a pumpkin patch, a thing not happened before,
She was giving away pumpkins, but there was a little flaw
She says her pumpkins are not quite the usual ones we know,
In fact they...

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As time’s gentle hands sweep past the years’ embrace,
One shy of a century,
a regal gain,
The King’s gift should grace your noble face,
For ninety-nine lives,
Ursula's passions remain.

In verdant gardens,
your green fingers play,
Cultivating life,
with tender care,
Amongst the...

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In sunlit fields where olive trees grow,
Vincent wandered, mind aglow.
The blue of skies, a restless sea,
Matched the turmoil he longed to free.

The cypresses stood tall and proud,
Dark green fingers, reaching the cloud.
They whispered secrets to...

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Dear Alan Titmarsh, how are you.

I do hope you and everyone else, enjoyed themselves at the do.

If you are ever in Ruddington,could you please give me a hand.

I’m trying so hard to create a garden,...

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He loved to garden, her father. He understood the land
He didn’t just have a green thumb…he had green fingers on green hands.

When it came to plants he was a wonder…boy…could that man grow things
When asked...

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What a great grandma I have.
Flowers come natural to her.
Now why can’t I too
Have green fingers like her?

End of September is the beginning of Fall.
Yellow sunflowers lower their head,
Harvest will start to produce oil.
My grandma...

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Green fingers spring into the morning light
jade unjaded by the winter's hold on colors born
crocus and daffodil knuckle the soil despite
the white which still coats parts of the sleeping lawn.

Weeks will pass, hues will glow,...

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My ornamental garden is one of the rare ones
It requires of course "green fingers"
a lot of patience and love
With complementary colors
Allysum, Lion's mouth, Tagetes,
Petunia, Soffila, Bluegrass,
Sinnia, Verbena, Surfinga,
Diligent Lise, Asters, Cosmos,
Million Bells, Pegonia
and Fuksia is...

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Green fingers

Morning light crept it's long laughing fingers
Around the edge of heavy dark curtains,
And cocooned, my chakra of pain lingers,
Not willing to welcome more of her sermons.

Pain, violently sweeps my darkened room,
Fingers scratching shards of...

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My arborvitae, silent, stalwart centurions,
Mark land's end at home,
Keeping that enchanted world safe from intrusion,
And from them many birds do roam.

Lacy green fingers reaching to the sky, 
Wrapped in a magic aura of cedar scent,
Their...

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Blossom blows playfully fluttering in the warm gentle breeze
A birdsong chorus singing tunes from dawn until late dusk
Childrens joyful shouts are heard in streets and across gardens
Sprinklers water and lawn mowers cut keeping green fingers...

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CAUSEWAY    VIEW

Scotland’s west coast
Untidy, uncivilized, ragged,
Flings its hands
Graspingly  at the ocean:
Its  long bony green fingers,
Its immediate  mountains,
Surprisingly close.  Its suddenness
Across the steel-grey dark sea
With heavy clouds threatening
From ...

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