Long Potting Poems

For days now he had hungered.

His search took him along many an avenue,
where his pleas were so harshly ignored.
But his need was such he had to continue,
so to all that he met he implored.

Many turned...

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Tranquil day, Spring on the flood, 

birds busy with their careworn caution  

just see how their skills unite to feed 

and stay the course of life as plants

via for so successful photosynthesis 

as we...

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Tranquil day, Spring on the flood, 

birds busy with their careworn caution  

just see how their skills unite to feed 

and stay the course of life as plants

via for so successful photosynthesis 

as we...

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The heavy odor of lavender polish softly opened the door
Peeling paint  family holiday  house timber-slated chairs
Orange-flower water the  tick-tock of the grandfather clock
Pruning orange fruit  trees  which  grew behind...

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In snooker there is but one rule
To play your best at the crucible
Professionals play under extreme pressure
For the crowds joy and immense pleasure



Fifteen reds set up on the table
Potting away at different angles
Six different colours...

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He studies the dinner card,
ticks off the boxes for Jell-O
and fruit cups; anticipates a deliciousness
that he will later swallow mechanically
on a plastic spoon.

He’s fascinated by his own breath;
tasting it on the exhalation, savoring a coolness,
as...

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Sunlight entered the aquamarine potting shed from the east
Beating the master gardener by a few minutes or steps
Ruffled marigold seeds were waiting to be planted in seedling trays
It was March the fifteenth, an opportune time...

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Under the African sun

When loneliness bite’s and red wine doesn’t help
And mowing the lawn makes you feel a little green,
Red faced and hot! 
Winter it is not !
A tree with a shower
Cold water gives you...

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In a little country village
in a cottage near a farm,
was a curious little kitten
that was knitted out of yarn.

In a rainbow’s worth of colours
from its tail of strawberry red,
to the blue and yellow ears
which sat...

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His dreams of buttered toast and trains became
  Beleaguered by town-planners and architectural sharks
Who erected on his green and pleasant visions
  The blight of sunless tower blocks and concrete parks.
Once bicycles and potting...

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Another walking notes half poem

What  a   very nice     garden  indeed
Fresh       top soil,         ...

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Seven years
I’ve tucked ‘em away
Seven years
Been hoarding it all
Seven years
For a rainy day
Seven years
Better get on the ball

Potting shed, potting shed
Gonna build me a potting shed
Potting shed, potting shed
Tears to the eyes of the newlywed
Potting...

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you made us unique
we’re grass seeds who want to speak
to show your art skills

you’re so creative
you made us grow on the head
of this goofy face

we saw your technique
 stocking filled with potting mix
 mold in...

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the ocean
flaming orange.. red.. and gold
burning oil

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a fantasy
no… just nature being so
amazing... beauty..

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a gouldian finch
a rainless rainbow
dry food for some

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catch a falling star
don’t forget protection
or wait till it lands

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a cow jumped the moon
they meant a...

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Along Iran's alluvial fan, 
spanned a virgin, untested 
train
A scourging blight the tender, 
fecund suckers did restrain
A heartier tulip bloomed on 
Tunisia's arid plain
A docile wave the royal 
Jasmine blight to stain  
Transplanted in Egypt;...

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The Taj Mahal will one day fall,
They’ll build and tear down three more malls,
But one thing here when Jesus calls:
My wife’s new potting shed.

The concrete footers all are poured.
There’s even concrete for the floor.
The anchor...

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Preoccupation

The brain is a miraculous oddity
Roaming at will, out to play,
But returning to sober reality,
Preoccupation stilled for focusing
On the must-dos of the day.

Ah, but then there is that flower,
That beautiful bromeliad,
And the mind preoccupies to...

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oblique inverted potting vessels
 full of luminescent onions. 

  half the bulbs have grown out of their 
habitats sprouting at night over roof
tops on saint james avenue.

  the other half hang down along...

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Tides cold by far steams oozing dimension
Sailing to streams in birth travels fired dream
            Dissolve to brisk 
      ...

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I knew when I was pulling on my turquoise boots  that Skunk would appear.
she is my semi-pet bunny; thinking herself feral, but I feed her kibble.
perfect gardening weather today; I till rows, mark them...

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I am throwing things away
Only careful to conduct my citzenship
In a very responsible way.
I wrap my garbage so nothing can drip
Into the frail environment:
Feelings, emotions, clutters of the soul
Tied neatly with each argument
I tossed out...

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Walking into my garden,
I notice things need doing,
Fence needs painting,
Weeding and pruning,
And the grass needs cutting.

Do not !!!! Get me started on the decking,
I will cut the hedge instead,
Greenhouse needs washing,
Plants need potting,
Think I will...

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