Long Plant Poems
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Shallow waters flowing and wandering through the valley so
Plant life so distracting that it makes things stop
Birds flying and swooping down on pray, it becomes full of sites
Animals like fox, scavenging with their bright orange fur
Fur that shines and protect them from weather
Beautiful flowers that these animals pass
Bright blue, red, yellow, and green
And other colors that can not be made by man alone
Rocks covering the sides of hills
Vines grasping on tree's limb to limb
Almost all the vegetation is so full of growth
Growing up hills, mountains, and valleys
I did not know how life in the wild is so full of energy
Tree's swaying with the winds blowing
Turtles crawling up out of the river for a while
Lying in the shade, but most love the sun
Little critters like chipmunks playing
Making chit, chit, chitchatting, chatter, noise
So cute they are so little but so fast
One moment they are there, the next they are not
Other creatures abroad, slowly moving through the forest
A young but problematical badger digging through
Through the little chipmunks dens
Making it's home with them creating so much racket
The chipmunks decided to just vacate
As they look like they wanted to through nuts at the badger
Instead they just ran into a different place
Gathering what they had to another location
So that is life in the world of Nature
So much to view so little time, but what I have seen
Is a Life time....
As the years fly by
And troubling times press deep,
I look at my world with sadness
And sometimes I weep.
Hearts have grown callous
Void of conscience and soul,
Innocent children are victims
Of adults out of control.
Like a rising crescendo
In this symphony of hate,
The boiling point nears
With total destruction our fate.
If there is a judgement day
I wonder if God will decide
To step in and take charge
And stop our hellbound ride.
I have friends all over
Some are hurting inside,
I wish I could hold each one of them
Til their tears have dried.
Its how I was created
To help others in need.
To be a blessing while alive
And plant love as the seed.
"What goes up, must comes down."
You couldn't escape when the time has come.
Plant a good seed today,
Then tomorrow reap a price.
Spread wisdom to the whole world.
Then find out what soon it become.
Do what others want to do unto you.
Never let any soul suffer from you.
Live wiser but don't cheat.
Love faithfully, do not betray.
Learn to pay the amount you owe.
Double the price, never assume.
Expect nothing when expecting most.
Remember the first time you fall.
Look back to the place where you grow.
Love your parents 'til they old.
Wipe the tears from women's eyes.
Take off the mask, never disguise.
Take the final moment with a smile.
Tomorrow,we may not see the sun shines.
Live each day with a kind heart.
Remember that God is bursting around.
Karma is sweet when you harvest in a right time.
What special touches - the eyes, the mouth, his hands.
The brushes illuminate the solid ground - his walk.
Invisible beings painted in, sentries stand by, awaiting
his slightest command. The diablos stands by too,
mocking each mark of Jesus’ path, for he holds on tight
to the wretched and weak beings, the easily tempted,
the hungry beggars, the lame, suffering and sick.
The scorch of Christ’s touch, as he heals Adams and Eves,
the liar does not like this, not one little bit. The release
of light into their eyes, the clearing of their consciences,
bitterness fleeing, wounds sealed up as if they never existed.
The howling of a wanderer in this cursed earth. He recalls
those gentle eyes, those wise words, the beauty of the garden.
The horn’d reject can only wind around weeds, thorns, hollowed
branches - something that would make mankind’s skin crawl.
Christ’s see-through hands, reach out and touch, lepers
and lowly woman bereft of freedom. When his mouth moves
the inner universe of each soul either erupts or folds.
The son’s magnificent eyes made of gold, shine as the Father of lights.
Holy Spirit comfort radiates the passion of warmth and O
when he weeps, the impression of Rembrandt’s plates sear.
Multitudes of destitute and growling tummies follow his beat.
When he speaks of eating his flesh and drinking his blood
the murmuring crowd, much like the Israelites in the desert,
turn their backs, with no understanding of the Mannah’s lips.
The dozen choose him. Who else shall we go to. We know you.
Although one is a plant, a weed himself. Should we feel sorry
for the gold digger? He oft shakes the communal bag, opens
and sifts it like sand, retrieving a couple grains. If he only knew
the cost. O the cost! Did he steal the tithe? The ten percent
would be like quicksand. The devil would leave him hanging.
What special touches - the eyes, the mouth, his hands.
The brushes illuminate the solid ground - his walk.
Christ’s frame humble and confident, his mission to save.
2/1/2021
Looking out on a lovely garden
flowers so beautiful in every colour
here on holiday on the English coastline
this summer scene is like no other
Such a delightful picture to look upon
but there's a blur to all of this
in the ground deep in the earth
these dreaded weeds you can't miss
They get in among your flowers
wasting your view of the loveliness
you wish to be rid of them for good
which are so filled with ugliness
Working to physically root them out
is a sure way to break your back
giving you a pain that is agony
that's the price that weeds will attack
One answer is to plant artificial grass
which is a very costly thing to do
so it takes hard work to truly kill weeds
no easy answer can be seen in view
(Just some thoughts on holiday last month on the damage that weeds can do to a beautiful garden.)
In the midst of Love's eyes
I saw, ignorance,
Of the fact that mine and his fate
Are entwined by starry dust!
In the depth of Love's eyes
I saw, an ambient world,
Where angels and fairies
Enjoy themselves
To the extent as bringing me
To believe that, like them,
I can do things that humans can't!
In the center of Love's eyes,
I wish to seed a cherry plant
So that it blossoms into exquisitiveness
Sparkling with as much passion that rules
Us both!
In the whirlpool of Love's eyes
I saw myself,
As being one so vulnerable,
Frail, naked,
Having to face the torrid glare of
Intimate warmth
As it dances to the beats of mystical flutes!
In the soul of Love's eyes
I saw the Future, as shall be given by Death
Death being but the womb through which shall be reborn
Somewhere both Love and I have forgotten
Yet, somewhere where both Love and I
Are much awaited!
Why, in Love's eyes
There can be only love and nothing else
In Love's eyes
Do I wish to swim
As nymphs do, in the rivers of life!
12th May 2018
I see many wonders on my morning walks but nothing quite compares
with a little plant I see each day that grows beneath the stairs.
I’m not sure if he’s a little tree or if he is a flower…what kind
There are no other plants around him…but he doesn’t seem to mind.
I asked him once…I said, “Little plant wouldn’t you rather be
near a lake, or on a mountain top…or growing by the sea?”
He looked around and smiled saying, “This is where I’ve alway grown.
Underneath these stairs is the only home I’ve ever known.
Here I am protected from the rain and shaded from the heat of June
Somedays I dance while in the shadows…others while illuminated by the moon.
When I stop and think about it…it all seems pretty clear
to add a little beauty to this spot is why I’m growing here.
And isn’t it wonderful knowing while you’re out walking
you can find beauty anywhere…
even where you least expect it…like growing beneath these stairs.”
And he was right, that little plant…after our little talk
I can’t wait to greet him every morning for he adds a little beauty to my walk…
As I stop each day to greet him…I am totally aware
of all the beauty that would be lost If he wasn’t growing there…
I’ve had many teachers in my life…but nothing quite compares
with the lesson I learned about beauty
from that little plant beneath the stairs
I recognize you in your entrancing diversity.
Float through the scent when the sun is sparky.
To plunge while hanging in the air on your head.
Each magnificent blossoming plant in the glade.
A fresh term starts as the former one withers away.
I'm vile by your demise, which neared firmly decay.
Sorrowful, Bees vociferate within the messy mass.
She is undeniably distraught as lies down to pass.
Why, goodness, you coerce this man in any way?
Reckless and ruthless, lacking care as the world decay.
Foulness and war are inciting Earth-wide total warming.
Wrecking the planet's core for our honey bees killing.
I'm sitting down now, fearful it will strike you again.
Your richness is valued by both lords and beggars, zen.
Nevermore will you trill in the hills and meadow.
Chimes won't loop during weddings, although now.
A world nearly breakdown, brought around by man.
Man-made droughts, lack of fertilization, and famine.
Written: February 12, 2022
Sheaths of grass dry, dance in the arid field brown
In pursuit of green dreams, meander lives around
Counting its days, a wild plant wilts on ground
Obscured by sudden nimbus clouds, cries the sombre sky
Tear drops of the dreich sky wallop the vast land dry
Sky's tears, sustenance to the wild plant about to die
Starts cascading, the divine drops, one, two, three...
The drenched grateful land grins with glee
Descending drops,
Raise the pulse rates of the wilting crop
Sighs the wild plant as sign of hope
As raindrops swell,
the life-span propels;
August-21-2021
For the contest 'imagism' by Emile Pinet
oh lord send down
the pouring rain
You clap your hands
to make the thunder and the lightening
to wash away the sins of
the world
so many of us
have been broken
we brought here
to push them wooden plows
to plant the seeds
that grow somehow
now we here to pick this cotton
that gave master all them provisions and
our souls did not prosper from the harvest
all the pain and the suffering
we bend through
they took us
from the Mother Land
they took away
our culture and language to understand
turned us into into their slaves
sold us down the river and
separate our families
abused us into submission
Lord all we're asking for is a bit of
justice and mercy because
all i'm asking
we just wanna be free