Long Regrowth Poems

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Premium Member Timeless Womb

Seed - scattered strewn or downtrodden.
Grain stuck on passive flytrap mucus.
Wild life biomes ripe with  open sesame.
Frantic birth pangs stiffen their gestations as green  leaf ferments bubble underneath.
Mother of all wombs, diva pulse or fertile runner bean. 
Maternal youth. 
Eternal youth.
Bamboo shoots that wave their infant tassels
in a windmill vane.  
Future plant life leveler a wobbly wellie earth  crunch.
Squelching  noises  tower over  brown air pigment mulch.
Sweet pea treasure’s 
plot or topsoil script, ploughman’s pen an agri-birthmark issue.
Acorns cling  to feather beak and claw with migrant species casually dispersing airborne clan.
Pity the poor bacteria  as they bear their own strain.
Mediators in regrowth, 
life cycle go betweens who skirt around infinity.
Pregnant life force signage points at blossom, branch  and blade.
Father  sky, whose azure blue tarpaulin watches blithely as we earthlings bloom like algae.
Captain chlorophyll, the sunshine nabbing pirate rules the waves.
Sugar dazzle  booty on display for fortune  hunters everywhere.
Placenta of the rural outcrop overstretched.
Nourishing, replenishing yet prematurely procreates its progeny.
Compost layer genus code emulsions where thorny splatters worm themselves inside.
Gene pool mirror drapes  its vibrant colour wash on foetal lime bow and arrow  twigs.
A prism to some rainbow tint or shaft.
Muddy waters  percolating sluggishly through all those clay born  matrices below.
Our natural breeds now wet nurse turf ground offspring.
Nutrients absorbed by network carriers- sprout and stem WIFI eco-mates. 
Elevator of the undergrowth in embryo.
Going up going down.
Timeless womb your time will always come.

Posted 13 th August 2021
Form: Imagism


The Last Acorn

How mighty did she stand
 tall and regal, stately on the land
within her branches stretched
 a view along the earth's great edge
in the curve unseen lay God the architect;
 but life itself is dealt within shadowed joy and tears
and the girth and sinew of more than two hundred years
 birthed young saplings from the profusion of acorn seeds;
that acorn grows to saturate an earth that bleeds
 bound tight, secure and snug 
beneath the coverlet of earthen rugs
 renewed and replenishing the gifts of life
burdened with the memories of old man winter's wife
 who embellished the forests of day and night
but polluted rivers, mountains, seas- the creations of humanity
 dwindle regrowth and its expediency
until surprise and recognition at last falls
 the last acorn of time's concrete walls.
© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Peeking Under the Veil Early

Suppressing joy of instruments for Lent
Bothers me more than I knew for I did not realize
Even the bells had to be silenced.
I love that sound
Church is nothing without it
Did not know it
Until Lent

Gave up chocolate
Not easy for me, but needed to be ready
And look what Christ sacrificed. Was chocolate that big
When you think of His sacrifice? 
I certainly hope not.
Peeking under the veil early,
I think of that.
And ponder it.

Kept my reverence in the dark,
Quelling my enthusiasm for the cross, the cup,
The Christ.
Readying myself for Easter.
Rebirth. Regrowth. Rejuvenation. Resurrection.
Suppressing joy of instruments hurts me but a little.
Think of how Mary suffered, seeing her Son on the cross.
But not yet. Sunday is soon enough.
Unless you can abide it all week.
Like the rest of us.

Premium Member Celebration

Celebration 





Spring Equinox arrives 
The time for rebirth, rejuvenation
resurrection and regrowth,
Festivals of Holi and Easter,
Vivid hues of green 
and vibrant colours of flowers,
Crops will sprout,
Buds will swell,
Birds will mate
and young ones born.
Goddess in all blossoms will reside.

Good bye to longest nights
and those quilted cosy fights,
No more hibernation,
No more freezing frost bites,
Will miss snow capped beauty
shine in every morning sunrise,
Those favourite furry coats
and embracing woollen sights. 

From winter's warm embrace 
to a scintillating colourful Spring ....



Written March 31st, 2016
For contest by Shadow

Premium Member Trees For Erosion

I moved onto the farm when I was eleven, 
To the farm eroded of trees.
I’d stand on the hill in the middle of summer, 
Unshaded in a blistering breeze.

Then the winter shook hands and my work it began, 
Iron barrow, saplings, and a spade.
I planted, I nurtured, hundreds of trees, 
Before I realised I’d been betrayed.

It took a plague of rabbits a week to destroy,
Every tree in my little plantation.
So I replanted each tree, surrounded with plastic, 
In a war of land occupation.

Then the sheep we had, broke through a fence,
And devoured every little one.
Damn, new strategy, wire mesh for each,
The regrowth had, now, just begun.

Then a drought, “you’re kidding” every tree turned to dust,
Every tree I’d planted with care.
The drought broke when I was fifteen, so I replanted the hill,
Replanted on a wing and a prayer.

Now, thirty years since, you can’t see the hill anymore, 
It’s blanketed by leaves on the trees.
You can now stand on the hill in the middle of summer, 
Shaded with a cool, calm, comfortable breeze.
Form: Quatrain


The Scape Goat

A goat without blemish
And creepers and verming
Are inserted in its mouth
Then all it's orifices are bound
The ancients sewed them up
And it driven to the wilderness
To carry away the sins of the masses

You took the fall Massiah
Carrying that cross and driven
To Golgotha carrying a heavy burden
A redemption for those willing to partake
Of the blood of the new covenant..

A lamb slain at the foundation
Of the world.. by name Word..
It took your life Uhai to create Wahyi
The prophetic word ushered life
The creating Word as the world took form

The Almighty is enthroned between the wings
Of the mighty Cherubim.. the living creatures
And the 24 elderls decree Holy holy is the Lord
Worthy is the lamb to receive the scroll
And open the seal, and proffes judgement

Lest we forget the pain and the slaughter
The rape the plunder and all the maafa
Of the land and children of the mother land
Lightening strikes, it then thunders and rain
Pours all over the land bringing renewal

Regrowth of the land signaling
As long as there is day and night
As long as harvest and planting persist
We will tend the sacred groves and proclaim
We are born of the Covenant with the Creator.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Anything Like Spring

The spring morning casts a thousand bits of sunlight.
They shine like diamonds as the caress the morning dew.
Tiny bright rainbows
Colorful prisms I see
They are all for me
Regrowth, rebirth, new sprouts are everywhere.
They come up from the earth to greet the new season.
Everywhere I see, green is the scene.
Isn’t green glorious and beautiful?
The grass grows anew
Up to the sky it reaches
They’re seeking heaven
Do I want to stay indoors forever?
Not on your life!  I want to get outside.
Open the door and let me out into the world of spring.
It is the season of life, and life is what I want to live.
Blessings from heaven.
Earthlings know it as the sun.
Reaching out to all
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Greening of April

Spring rain came for the sixth day in a row, leprechauns were dancing.
Brownies crept out of their mentor’s worm holes to prance along. 
The fey love April, for she is the greenest month, and green brings 
grass, leaves, regrowth, rejuvenation, refreshing joy and enthusiasm.

Faeries would be along in a week or two, maybe even sooner 
if the rain kept up. They always flitted up to the marigolds 
The meadow was greening up marvelously and nicely. 
Daffodils were the first to show their vibrant blossoms.

Smiles sprung out of winter faces. Flutes and guitars came out.
The little people had an impromptu hoe-down, dancing and singing.
The grass began greening up in its most vibrant way.
The atmosphere felt fresh and new. It was spring – finally!

The lilac buds sprouted out and smiled at the merry making.
Smooth red and yellow tulips came dancing into the fray. 
The ruffled marigolds would be about in their own time.
In the meantime, we all danced in honor of the greening of April.
Form: Verse

Premium Member An Anthem of Spring

An Anthem of Spring
 Evelyn Pearl Anderson

The third month of the year
Visions of snow leaving
Green colors coming on trees;
Springtime begins blooming

Giving meaning to the word “spring”
Derived from old English “springan”
Meaning to spring forth as in how
the flowers bloom this season

Spring is known as the season of
Rebirth, renewal and regrowth*
This is expressed in many ways
From flowers, colorful eggs to new clothes

But the best expression is to attend
An Easter service of one’s choice 
There we hear a message
And the choir sing to rejoice

We might be told of how after
The Lord’s Supper was served
Jesus went to the Garden of Gethsemane
There in great agony He prayed

Later, at Mount of Olives, he requested
 A donkey and colt to ride into Jerusalem
Leaves of Palm trees were scattered 
The King of the Jews would be tortured and shamed

We are reminded of the Crucifixion
Of how our Lord Jesus Christ
Carried the old cross to Calvary
After being mocked, rebuked

Jesus died on this cross at the ninth hour
There at Golgotha, He died for you and me
He was buried in a borrowed tomb
And on the third day, he arose
Hallelujah! He arose! Hallelujah! He’s alive!

We celebrate this miraculous, springtime day
Anthems are sung across many lands
“Christ the LORD is risen today”
 How blessed we are, my friends!

Happy Easter!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Germination

When hurt descends from the tree of life and

The stepladder breaks straight onto your pain

A trampoline turned jo-jo strangles creeping ivy

Entangles in trapezes and dreams of surrender


Pick me up where I have buried my wounded soul

Uncover my darkness and cradle my weeping heart

Mind gaps’s emotions and feelings of rational thought

Transcend into vibrating light of balance and harmony


At the bottom of searching for circles’ impermanence

Rests a rusty wheel barrow that nestles a garden of love

Sheds a load from my shoulders and unburdens torment

Fallow fields harbour seeds of regrowth and compassion


15th January 2020

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