Long Grower Poems
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Lord, it is dark inside and darker out,
and black thunderous rainstorms thunder by
blessing the tiller, the grower in drought
but Lord, not all that rages is the sky.
Behold, I am drowning but not yet drowned,
an ordinary man and nothing more
on a quest to find hitherto unfound
the heat of passion that begins the thaw.
In the sum of all hurt this I must bear -
that I too have known the seasons of drought,
and washed am I in a cold bath of fear
by life’s flood of tears and love’s well of doubt.
Still the ground I till lays fallow and torn
but for the pricking briar and piercing thorn.
Written: July 1997
In the witching hour's eerie embrace,
On All Hallows' Eve, when spirits brace,
I find myself in a darkened wood,
Where whispers of ancient evil stood.
The clock strikes twelve, the night's black heart beats,
A chorus of leaves dance in the streets,
The moon, a ghostly silent watcher,
Hides behind the clouds, the night grower.
A lyric of horror on my lips,
I tread where shadows and dread eclipse,
The path is lost, the world askew,
In this nightmare, what is true?
A figure emerges, draped in black,
A witch, they say, has come to attack,
Her eyes aglow with a hellish fire,
Her presence fuels my deepest ire.
She cackles low, a sound so vile,
It turns my blood to a cold-blooded bile,
She chants in tongues of long-dead tomes,
Her voice weaves through the night like foam.
I'm paralyzed, my breaths shallow,
As she approaches, her silhouette hallows,
Her fingers stretch, reaching for me,
In this witching hour, will I ever be free?
She whispers a curse with a wicked grin,
My soul to ensnare, my will to win,
But I'm no mere mortal to fall to her power,
I summon my strength in this haunted hour.
With a defiant cry, I break her spell,
My will is iron, it does not quell,
I confront the witch in her domain,
And in that moment, I reclaim my brain.
The witch, she fades, her form unspun,
A specter of the night undone,
I stand alone as dawn starts to creep,
The witching hour has had its keep.
So, remember this tale, young souls so bold,
When Halloween comes and the air grows cold,
The witching hour is not for the faint,
Where the line between terror and excitement ain't.
We are the creators of the earth
We are the flower and the sun
We are the light in the universe
Entangled into one
We are love we are joy
We are every girl and boy
We are the sky at night
Never out of sight
We are the voices in the wind
We are good and bad
We are the happy and sad
We are love up and down
We don't wear robes or golden crowns
We are the farmer in the field
The guns that soldiers wield
We are the women and children
We are the darkness and light
We are never out of sight
We are the builder who lays the line
The grower who tends the vine
Old father time
We are the turners of wood
The dinosaurs who once stood
Often misunderstood
All one under the sun
We are the brothers of peace
Together we can release the great power of love
We are the hungry the blind
We are every human kind
We are one
We are the people on the street
We walk to every kind of beat
We are the world
Her eyes begin to sparkle
With joy from within
Pleasure only found from
Sharing the heart with a friend
Elation only known with
The whisper of intimacy baptized
In laughter, smiles, euphoria
Left on the heart who listens
Silently, to the roar of solitary
Gratification taken from the spirit
Who knows the sweetest blessings,
The greatest gift from God’s
Genius, His expressions of care.
Her wonder is alive on her grin
As she digs, plants and weeds
Clearing away debris from the past
Renewing the deep, dark earth
With fresh mulch and bits of protection
From the frost that still could pour over
The lives who have only just begun
As Spring light flavors the dirt
In rich, nutritious sunshine
Her heart is betrayed by the delicate
Growth, the bulbs poking their heads
Through the earth, reminding us all
That the life of the garden is nearly
Ready to spring into this season
With heady, fragrant gifts from
Our Creator, the One who knows us
The way the seasons know the plants
And rain down hope, faith and peace
Through the spiritual light lingering
On prayers and praise poured out from
Those who know the amazing, tantalizing
Charm of the tulips, daffodils and roses
The lupine, the delphinium and dahlia
The luscious love from a quiet, smooth
Poppy, a marigold, a lily or a pansy
All the ones who drench the earth
In persuasive blooms, delicately planned
To color the world in vibrant designs
Her spirit is soaring like the cardinal
Alive with the moments of preparation
Forming cool, dark holes for roots
To awaken to, dig into, forage for
The nourishment that will always bring
Peace like rain falling softly, soothing
Healing the mind of all its anxieties
Sighing like the winds through the branches
Of oak, birch and emerald pine trees
Laurels alive with arising ferns
Exhaling psalms that emerge from the
Caress of God’s breath falling gently
Over the garden where she dances
With flowers who only know her as
The grower, the one with the power
To make even the wildflowers bend
To her will, to her gift for gardening
With a love that is inspired by Him
Giver of the sunshine and the rainfall!
4/18/22
November 8 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Corinthians 9-10
Key Verse – 1Corinthians 9:1 Am I not an apostle? am I not free? have I not seen Jesus Christ our Lord? are not ye my work in the Lord?
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY FREEDOM SEALER
Lord God, You are my freedom Sealer according to Your power
Thank You for leading me to work as Your vineyard sower
Upon Your acquitting laws’ tower
For me to tread on Your fruitfulness’ liberty, my faith Grower.
Lord God, You are my freedom Sealer according to Your faithfulness
Thank You for brightening me with spiritual hopefulness
Upon Your ministering helpfulness
For me to glory in Your Gospel’s effectiveness.
Lord God, You are my freedom Sealer according to Your dealing
Thank You for upholding me from sin-weakness falling
Upon Your holiness’ calling
For me to strive toward righteous walk by Your enabling.
Lord God, You are my freedom Sealer according to Your light
Thank You for keeping me under Your controlling might
Upon Your reigning wisdom vanquishing ignorance-height
For me to follow Your steps with joyous obedient delight.
Lord God, You are my freedom Sealer according to Your judgment
Thank You for meeting me at Your alter of prayer-settlement
Upon Your uplifting satisfaction-fulfillment
For me to partake of Your fellowship’s enjoyment.
Lord God, You are my freedom Sealer according to Your perfect example
Thank You for feeding me with Your nourishment, sufficiently ample
Upon Your admonishing doctrines I learn from Your temple
For me to stand on what is right as Your zealous disciple.
Lord God, You are my freedom Sealer according to Your sanctification
Thank You for supplying me well with Your provision
Upon Your instilling truth to answer my question
For me to please You as I profit in sharing Your compassion.
November 8, 2023
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PETER or SIMON the YOUNGER
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slower
lower
grower
thrower
Christ calls~"Have faith,"~slower~lower~rock
Build church~confuse~grower~thrower~flock
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ANDREW the ELDER
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netter
better
petter
getter
Catch fish~Greek~Saint~netter~better~first
Bonds~apprise Christ~petter~getter~versed
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JAMES of ZEBEDEE the GREATER
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marvelled
compelled
upheld
rebelled
Wonder~victim~marvelled~compelled~zeal
Witness~fiery~upheld~rebelled~peal
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JOHN of ZEBEDEE
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observed
deserved
conserved
unnerved
Flux~beloved~observed~deserved~great
Cross Christ foot~zeal~conserved~unnerved~trait
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PHILIP
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willing
filling
quilling
spilling
Holy Ghost fronts~willing~filling~yearn
Guides Divine Truth~quilling~spilling~learn
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BARTHOLOMEW or NATHANIEL
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sincere
adhere
severe
revere
Gospel~devout~sincere~adhere~true
Exquisite pain~severe~revere~blue
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THOMAS the TWIN
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blow out
misdoubt
set out
spread out
Abrupt~doubter~blow out~misdoubt~Word
Farthest preacher~set out~spread out~heard
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MATTHEW
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trolling
goading
probing
coping
Tax collector~trolling~goading~tax
Redirector~probing~coping~ex
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JAMES of ALPHAEUS the LESSER
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minor
signer
shiner
liner
Two James~tax ex~minor~signer~yes
Matthew's brother?~shiner~liner~bless
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JUDE or THADDEUS or LEBBAEUS
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abstract
retract
enact
in fact
Birth name~given~abstract~retract~seal
Early church ruled~enact~in fact~deal
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SIMON the ZEALOT or the CANAANITE
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belies
implies
rabbis
revise
Gentiles~Christians~belies~implies~wise
Law of Moses~rabbis~revise~guys
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JUDAS ISCARIOT
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doomsday
betray
convey
dismay
Thirty pieces~doomsday~betray~spell
Kiss~Judas Tree~convey~dismay~hell
Aunt June
My aunt taught me...
how to be; a sewer, a grower,
a knower of "things" important.
She taught me to watch the pot,
until it boiled and never look away.
Canning strawberry jelly,
and making sweet marmalade pie
were the easy lessons
in believing in tomorrow.
Blankets made from scraps
to keep the family warm in winter,
kept "devotions" for another year.
Dresses made of flour sacks,
with corn mill colored ribbon...
They were for spring.
Summer was all about the garden,
and planting... "seeds to fling".
We had chicks for a while,
until my uncle lost his job.
Then we had to eat them.
That was a hard lesson in cooking,
"things" you keep close to the heart,
Sacrifice...
beyond dry tears
to feed the ones you love.
My uncle got sick,
and then he died.
June went to work,
ironed for others,
sewed and cooked and made
their lives easy,
as her's was hard.
My aunt never complained.
My aunt was amazing...
a farm woman,
from the mid-west.
She could rope and ride,
and she would never hide
even from
cancer.
My Aunt was a warrior.
Tis' life I bring to my garden gate
On a palette of colors by my front door
Each day I can play as I cultivate
Many blooms I have spawned as a grower
Many suns, many moons have sweated and swooned
In the coming and going of seasons
But now even more the old metaphor
Has me thinking of all the wrong reasons
For now as I gaze on the flowery state
The day has drawn long and lost its mettle
As the giving up of the ghost Gladiola's fate
And the rankled Rose is shedding its petals
The collapsing Chrysanthemum has irritated the Iris
While the perishing Peony has drawn to conclusion
The senescent Sunflower floundered its prowess
The tired Tiger Lily needs an infusion
Drooping Dahlias and doddering Daffodils
Are waning with dwindling demeanor
No enterprise or miracle can save them with sheer will
Their disposition will never be lusty or keener
It gives a small comfort though to know
That even if beauty fades with the turning of the seasons
It gathers in blossoms of the moments that in our hearts grow
And lasts as true love always fresh, ever pleasing
Tis life I bring to my garden gate
Each day I can play as I cultivate
On a palette of colors by my front door
Many blooms I have spawned as a grower
June 19, 2019
December 13 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on 1Thessalonians 1-5
Key Verse – 1Thessalonians 1:6 And ye became followers of us, and of the Lord, having received the word in much affliction, with joy of the Holy Ghost.
FAITH IN GOD WHO HELPS US TO FOLLOW HIM WITH JOY
God helps us to follow Him with joy along His precious blood
Truly effective to purify transgressions’ flood
Likewise efficacious for our faith to gain heaven’s nod
Absolutely, the only means to purge sins, beyond discipline-rod.
God helps us to follow Him with joy along His power
Truly omnipotent midst salvation-assurance upon regeneration-tower
Likewise miraculous for our faith to bloom into Gospel seed-sower
Absolutely, the genuine spirituality-grower.
God helps us to follow Him with joy along His supreme leadership
Truly authoritative by His ministry-partnership
Likewise credible for our faith to practice effective stewardship
Absolutely, the sovereign might in productive discipleship.
God helps us to follow Him with joy along His wondrous working
Truly majestic in His marvellous transformation and remaking
Likewise great for our faith to increase midst pride’s breaking
Absolutely, the proven strength against filthy provoking.
God helps us to follow Him with joy along His holiness
Truly immaculate for our justification-completeness
Likewise radiant for our faith to shine in His righteous brightness
Absolutely, the magnificent seal of pardon’s completeness.
God helps us to follow Him with joy along His grace
Truly abundant to cover iniquities with His pardon’s embrace
Likewise unconditional for our faith to testify about His mercy’s rays
Absolutely, the marvelous gift worthy of our grateful praise!
God helps us to follow Him with joy along His sacrifice
Truly worthy along His compassion’s price
Likewise magnificent for our faith to serve Him by His divine advice
Absolutely, the perfect offering, Scripturally wise.
December 13, 2025
I’m an orchidaholic and for this there is no cure
In my eyes their delicate flowers are pure perfection
My collection numbers 25, although I cannot be too sure
For when I see a new colour I must add it to my collection!
Delicate shades of pale yellow I love
Subtle shades, different colours and hues
Pastel pink blooms sent from heaven above
I find it extremely difficult to choose!
Some blossoms are pure blocks of colour
I could stare at their beauty for hour upon hour
Blooms so unique; each plant differs from another
I carefully nurture every single leaf and flower
Being an orchid grower is incredible fun
Your world I know it will enhance
I can highly recommend it to anyone
Just buy one of these stunning plants
Original poem called 'I'm an Orchidaholic'
amended for My favourite flower contest
Sponsored by Rick Parise
5th March 2014