Long Pollinated Poems
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Who was first to write of cultures we read,
With their trans-galactic real estate greed?
The Greeks were dreamers of heaven above
Where the gods and their men fought wars for love.
The Asian myths were clever old stories:
Supernatural ancestral glories.
The Mayan drawings fulfill that desire
To dream of ships and men propelled by fire.
The Saxons gave us warriors and more
By wrath and raw maternal spiteful gore.
Hawthorne and Rappaccini’s human bud
Pollinated Shelley’s electric stud,
But Wells was first to say it straight and plain:
Perhaps to think we are alone is vain.
Before that Verne took us down in a ship,
And later Huxley’s World loosed brother’s grip.
Now Ray Bradbury’s chronicles of Mars
And Philip K’s Mars with cars and geek bars,
Are “you must read” or “you just gotta see,”
Like 2001: A Space Odessey.
Asimov built up a firm Foundation
For Herbert’s arid alien nation.
Cult fans know Vance, Wilhelm and Bova, Too,
But of Gloss or McElroy they ask “Who?”
Not all writers have what Card has to show:
Hugo-Nebula two years in a row!
Seasoned are LeGuin and Michael Critchton;
Deux maîtres dans le genre they write in.
She loved our First Nation Cafe
from the primal blessed moment
just before she first could not yet think
of this cooperatively-owned communal place.
As other than some sacred space
She has liturgically revisited
and faithfully communed each starlight night
within secular developing
Right hand prominent wombs.
It felt right and left good
that everyone she saw blending local grown organic juices
fueled by fresh air-turbine bikes
pedaled by consumers
drinking juice from outside
community cooperative garden beds
fertile through compost from FairShare coffee grounds
brewed right there
All cooperatively honeyed
pollinated
owned and self-managed
by those who blend nurturing waters
fueling healthy blood
heart and mind and embodied
by those who heart pump the bikes
and therapeutically mind step the hydro-milling anthemed steppers
and build green capturing solar panels outside
and sing
and dance
and improvise farming and gardening and incubation networks
tell bold new creation love stories
share organically resilient skill sets
cook and preserve local nutrition harvests
design and play WinWin on-line and off-line
deep learning green-STEM Games.
This First Nation Cafe re-creation place
feels like cooperative organic network space
for liberally loving ecoconsumers
and ego-conserving health producers
to ecoschool
and ecovillage
eco/theo-logical after school
and on through each vespered late night regeneration
candle lit inside
star lit campfire outside
nights of lovely ultra-violent FullMoon
through NewMoon full-shadowed integrity
of water-bears
and their synergetic spear-carriers.
He lived this First Nation Cafe
from primal blessed first cooperative moment
just before she first could not yet charge intuition
for this cooperatively-owned communal place
of mutual Wonder.
On a tree
Overcome by the scent of citrus
Sitting on a branch plucking fruit
With the rhythmic sound of grass below me
The wind blowing the grass like waves
Filling the air with musicality
The blossoms
Yellow and white
With the possibility to be greater than buds
Tightly closed but ready to open
Offshoots of the bigger, stronger branch
I have this quiet moment to myself
To admire nature at its finest
Chewing on honeysuckle
The blossoms are shaped like stars
Soft and round petals
But pointy,
Permeating through the casing they are trapped in
A star, that when pollinated, grows
Growing into the tangy fruit that we know
In love, too callow too young, broken apart by life’s torn and tortured terrain. Hearts beat in unison, will they be together again, fingers crossed—Poet
With fingers crossed,
confessions contorted seep lovely lies
spun timidity of untruth, vapid daunting denials
tussles tossed into love’s requited ring,
an aching hollowness when tender love leaves,
one will feel its brutal sting
Bestial bees swarm sweet honeycomb,
creatures lost in their pollinated pull of habitual humility
Ere serendipitous magic surrenders sparks
bated breath abides a quiet ache,
as shadows descend the psyche predicts,
a hallowed death, silence bends
With both, fingers crossed and with bated breath,
gestures still swollen in mouths of babes profuse
thus far never dies, only forgetful subterfuge
silenced sentimental souls, one departs
the other collapses, awaits with anticipation
against a waning world with holes in hearts
Echoes of past linger, an anxious expectation
a sacred secret within its power, an empirical upshot
pushed and pulled, swayed from an earlier them
The pull wins every time, more than ever they give in
telling of a palm reader
time p a s t
times f u t u r e
summoning, so be it’s
the time
i n b e t w e e n
a still point
of an apex u n s e e n
is the flame still there or
an illusion playing over time again
They say one must be thinking of the other
if a magical moment recurring
sweeps a promising prism, the scent of their skin,
a moments cabaret, never-end, ceases life sojourn
That our travels shall come full circle
two ships amongst fleets of stars
hearts the same find their way once more,
never swimming to another’s shore
destiny’s doom or divine decree,
embraced with open arms should be
what was the purest of love’s charms
Both wished upon the same star
unfeigned heads held high
they set each other apart
beckoning back from start
spirits unwavering in resolve
on this long night of dimming hope,
venture towards aurora dawning bright
warm and welcoming~
Space Overtaken
To many tomatoes fill up my fridge
Grown from the garden, a tasty delish
When seeds were first sown, did a no show
Planted some more, twice many did grow
Offered some out to family and friends
But they had themselves twenty times ten
With seedlings now to many to count
Not one to be wasted began to place out
Seedlings aligned in the vegetable patch
Garden plants nursery waiting to hatch
Some in pots and oblong planters
Hanging baskets - swaying decanters
Nurtured an watered sun on them all
Grew so well some ever so tall
Hundreds of flowers waiting to bare fruits
Slugs and snails hide, waiting to loot
Bees humming as they pollinated
Tiny green balls soon generated
Twice weekly fed grew them much bigger
Some so big grew skin much thicker
As time went by they started to turn
Green to red ripen by suns burn
Fast yielded more than could be eaten
Gave many away, space overtaken
Made soup, mine was just water and pips
Oven dried toms but burnt them to crisps
What ever I tried I failed miserably
Even the sauce was clumpy and gooey
Ripened so fast twice daily out picking
Got to admit they gave me a butt kicking
Next year will buy only plants that I need
Instead will grow flowers for insects to feed
Then sit in my garden with wine on the table
Enjoying the birds and the nests that they cradle
Nature is intended to what it should be
Left in its harmony and natural beauty.
24.09.20
A voice says, “Cry out.” And I said, “What shall I cry?” “All people are like grass, and all their faithfulness is like the flowers of the field. The grass withers and the flowers fall, because the breath of the Lord blows on them. Surely the people are grass. The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God endures forever.”
Isaiah 40:6?-?8 NIV
In my time absorbing
from my surroundings
It has become clear
Through God revealing
His word will remain the truth
Myself, guilty went against it in blindness
As the different flowers bloom
The different beliefs in division bloom
The grass withers from lack of water.
Light to guide it's direction.
Roots that stay near the surface
Easily uprooted when pulled.
People change day by day
Seeking in own works
Dancing in the wind of going against God
Trying to make since of life without God.
And we wonder why the world is the way it is
To hear ones blame God for this.
When it's people rejecting God to blame.
To get into His word in spirit and truth.
The awakening of mankind is still mostly
the same as before Jesus death.
Now that we have a way to return
Sadly still division in rejecting the spirit.
What we seek has been given
Why then do many still reject.
Saddens me to think if Jesus
Walked into a church would,
He be rejected by His color or clothes.
Beliefs of mankind knowledge without God
Will wither with the drought of the land.
As quick as it sprouts without the spirit
The quicker it will need another belief.
God's word is the center that shall remain
The true tree that shall stand ,
No wind, storm, wars, disaster to harm.
For all was created through Him.
And hopefully one seeks to be a bloom
In this tree to leave the grass fields,
Pollinated through Christ
That one might remain in His everlasting tree.
Apple Bouquet
Bouquet of apples adorn on the trees
Born of the flower pollinated by bees
Varieties of apples large and small
Red, green and pinks shade mixes of all
Apples nurtured by cord of the tree
Soft gentle breeze swing apples to see
Bobbing arm branches like child on a knee
Protected and cradled within its soft leaves
Fragrance abound a sensual delight
Sweet or tart some with crispy crunch bite
Healthy are they to keep doctor away
Told to young children parents may say
Pies or crumbles, a delicious made sauce
Picked from the trees gods gifted grown source
Recipes of thousands to call from a book
Even to freeze some easy to cook
Freshly made juice or cider if dare
Mixed in a cocktail just be aware
Treat for a horse you may wish to share
Place on bird table our friends to care
When all is harvest and leaves on the ground
Ready to sleep recoup nourishment found
Pruning the branches care plan for the trees
Seasons new harvest farmers hope to foresee
08.10.20
A tiny seed can grow into a tree
Our universe was built with particles
A flower's pollinated by a bee
The smallest words we have are articles
When teaching concepts always start quite small
The best advice I ever got in school:
Whoever starts out 'big' is sure to fall
So I have lived my whole life by that rule...
The same is true of love, one starts out small
A gesture slight that hints at what may come
A glance, a nod, an eyebrow raised is all
Flirtations start with just a little crumb
Before you fan the flames with all your charm,
Don Juan: Be careful there's no lasting harm
HEAVENLY JOY
As Spring returns joyfully for all,
A life-giving energy returns,
“ To all creatures great and small,
The Lord God Made them all.”
The prettiest trees with blossoms
Are fruit trees,
“He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell,
How great is the Almighty,
Who has made all things well.”
Some trees crave for warmth,
To say goodbye to bitter days,
And welcome golden days of sun
Which have begun
From time immeasurable.
“The cold winds in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them every one.”
Fruit trees are prissy,
Radiant princesses
Who bloom and burst,
Their seeds dispersed
By creatures of every kind,
Becoming blossoms of
Vivacious pinks, crimson delights,
Delectable orange, virgin white,
Breath taking lilacs and purples,
And Lemon spirited yellow.
Their fertile blossoms pollinated
By both birds and bees,
Which every moment do they seize,
To turn these trees into a heavenly sight,
Under our African sun so bright,
Each tree surrounds
It’s fruit with emerald, green leaves,
Protecting them from harm and thieves,
Watered by the heavens,
“The Lord God made them all.”
For humankind to be enthralled.
Words and verses taken from the Hymn “ THINGS BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL”
I grew with the cards that was dealt to me
I over grew these weeds. I pollinated the
Flower for i was deflowered in my early teens.
I grew wings and flew I transport the
Honey, I breathe my last breath of that
Contaminated O2. I deflowered that one
Who only blossomed last spring, I
Dedicated my interest in flowering
My waterless dreams.
I cover my face with the scent of Autumn
Night, I came to understand mother nature
During her first sight. I grew once upon
A time as I deflowered myself. I came
Upon a mother nature who also came
Gone without wealth.
I was handed a tank to breathe, to pollinate
The nation. So I did as so, I was granted
Permission to use my wisdom to grow. I
deflowered the garden to show the true
Meaning, I was granted permission to know
that been deflowered is the beginning.