Long Replant Poems
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It has been too long a while
Since helpfulness was in full style
We need to bring it back again'
Like it used to be back when
Strangers used to help each other
Not like now--it's such a bother
To lend a hand to those in need
We need to replant the seed
Of sharing into the ground
Helping it grow all around
It doesn't need to be a hassle
As this world spins in a circle
Let's boomerang some love back in
If everybody took a minute
To look deep inside themselves
And see someone who needs help
Reaching out a caring hand
Is a gesture that's so grand
And might change a life for good
This is something we all should
Try and accomplish every day
Soon a chain of love will sway
With kindness in every link
Lets all get it to the brink
Of heaviness it can handle
Love is not a crime or scandal
So let's use it all we can
Spread happiness throughout the land
you used to captivate me
by all that you were
if you were all i could see
it wouldn’t matter
because i would never bore
of your vibrant presence
instead my heart craves more
of your sweet attendance
i lay awake in the dead of night
sleepless as my heart clenches
because i desire my radiant light
my beloved to me you are precious
you don’t have to look a certain way
you’re as bitter sweet as nectar
my lips softly say
they know as they are your kiss collector
and yet we weren’t written in stone
for one day our light faded
ivy soon had overgrown
and soon had invaded
but still sometimes in the sun’s absence
i feel my heart speed again
thinking of our past passions
and soon a seed forms a stem
My children are educated and grown
Live a thousand miles from home
A road of books paved their way
Still both read everyday
Passed years were but a score
They were what I was working for
I'd come home in the middle of the night
A little hand would turn on the light
"What are you doing awake?"
"Where have you been,daddy? You're late!"
While fighting back happy tears
From dreamland the other would appear
In the room of the daddy hugs
By the fireplace, on a furry thick rug
Each brought a book and a plea
"Read to me daddy, please?"
As if I were counting sheep
I'd read them back to sleep
Carry them in my arms
Tuck them in safe and warm
I drove a thousand miles
Straight through, just for a smile
Replant them back in tossed beds
To dream of a story we read
Now at night when I read a book
Think about the time that I took
A voice from proud memories
I hear, "Daddy read to me, please."
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
As a young man I was not very smart,
for brain cells they were never my game,
but I did what I could for without any doubt
through hard work I had ample to gain.
The cleverer folk seemed to learn things with ease
while I had to struggle indeed.
My memory it seemed so pathetic at times
that I had to replant every seed.
But working things out just came normal to me
and this is what carried me through.
Instead of just knowing the things I'd been told
I'd learn what the reason was too!
My total approach was directed by this
for to seek was the way I would gain.
It just didn't sink in what they meant me to know,
though I found it myself with some pain.
So the things I know now are unique to me
bought with searching, acceptance and time.
I know that my views are the bricks of my mind,
foundations built up in my prime.
But the things that I feel are the sounds in my soul,
they're the voices that all play their part.
No knowledge or learning can wash them away
for these things are entrenched in my heart.
A bond strong indeed to all mankind’s seed
where my being is mingled with soul,
the place I must go when my God makes it so
for it’s there, that I have my prime role.
Sometimes to share in everyone's care
but at times just to offer my hand
or to help someone there to release the despair
that they found as they entered this land.
Sometimes just a word is still needed here
to convince folk that death's not the end.
A few personal thoughts shared only by them
to prove they’ve still bonds with their friends.
At times evil people who never were nice
will cause people harm though the veil
and if not deterred from their mischievous ways
leave hate and despair in their trail.
It’s then that my strength is assisted by God
in fighting his cause with my mind,
for closing the pathways to evil‘s intent
takes an army of goodness combined.
No master's degree that I never would gain
could help bridge the path to the soul,
but the voices inside that you feel with your heart
Is the way that lead straight to the 'whole'.
So be not afraid of those who would scoff
then denounce you and chuckle with mirth,
let them proclaim that it's all in your mind,
for it is…. and it's been there since birth.
Ivor G Davies
A center stage of flood light probing,
desperate living in a murderous onslaught
war's naked inhumanity
sky tearing rockets, a pinpoint rage
casualties that define a battlefield
carnage that sticks to history
joyless existence for those flash-blinded by fear
upgraspable horror that fails comprehension
What drives global mayhem?
territorial expansion, the lust of thieves
the dictator's creed
imperialist thrust to chop at a culture's roots
to replant borders through blood-shed
greed
onslaught war in tanks of clattering woe
brute spectacle of citizen dislocation
Do we ignore war till it comes to us?
as history hooks another dark cloak
no civilized dictatorship
no reserve to deflect blame
authoritarianism that hasn't breathed its last
for the murderer scheming in plain sight through
rubble-years
cumulative scars of foes push his nervous tick
an unending pleasure
malice that sticks like lipstick on a mirror
Do we just change one war for another?
Or is peace like the buried secrets of mummified souls?
still struggling to be heard
Knowledge of survival that evaporates like steam
Poem composed October 3, 2022
Contest: Pick A Title Volume 32
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Before I knew what, who, why, where.
It left me here with this blank stare.
The worlds been turning faster than I could spin.
Looking for love turned outside in.
The shades of grey begin to fade.
When years go by not making the grade.
And someday comes and dissappears.
All cried out with no more tears.
Answers only reminisce in questions that your past's dismiss.
Evasive sence of that long lost kiss.
The sorrowful solemness of no goodbye.
She changed her mind and didn't say why.
Now I realize that I've been left.
With no regard if I'm bereft.
To wither or replant that seed of hope.
A roller coaster ride just trying to cope.
The devil left, the angel right by my side.
It's hard to know what's true when sometimes in both you confide.
My blood still runs warm through viens misconstrued.
Some understand, some just think you're rude.
So I just continue to try to see what i can see.
Since there's nobody left here to ask but me.
No words of wisdom here, just grey matter of fact.
A confession of reality with not a syllable to retract.
It has been too long a while
Since helpfulness was in full style
We need to bring it back again'
Like it used to be back when
Strangers used to help each other
Not like now--it's such a bother
To lend a hand to those in need
We need to replant the seed
Of sharing into the ground
Helping it grow all around
It doesn't need to be a hassle
As this world spins in a circle
Let's boomerang some love back in
If everybody took a minute
To look deep inside themselves
And see someone who needs help
Reaching out a caring hand
Is a gesture that's so grand
And might change a life for good
This is something we all should
Try and accomplish every day
Soon a chain of love will sway
With kindness in every link
Soon a chain of love will sway
With kindness in every link
Lets all get it to the brink
Of heaviness it can handle
Love is not a crime or scandal
So let's use it all we can
Spread happiness throughout the land
Recycled Wisdom Lost
by Odin Roark
How common to recycle today
bottle,
cardboard,
can,
or bubble wrap.
How rare the regard for pleas from
mind,
heart,
memory,
wishing also to amend anew.
How satisfying,
To arouse the sleeping heart,
thrusting its comfort-beat
upon new rhythms made aware,
ensuing musical notes of clarity
not yet upon the staff of boundaries,
affording dissonance where only
harmony's familiarity once reigned.
To revisit memory
offering bygone experience,
wiser tools of perception,
scrambling dog-eared indexes
cross-referencing fact and fabrication,
allowing waste to fall free,
encouraging truth to persevere.
To sort through mind's many strategies,
discounting some,
discarding others,
dismantling exhausted cogs that
advance little the unknown begging at the door.
Such is…
To complete one's desire to remain conscious,
allowing distinction for that worth rebirthing
from chaff heretofore but a friction urging resolve.
How obvious to some:
the take-to-the-curb days of consciousness.
How misunderstood by others:
the smothering effect of effort
to treat excess destined as garbage.
How aware
those who
like the winged flights on high
weave today's nest
from yesterday's exhausted remnants,
knowing well the destiny of permanence
is but to replant where burnt forests once thrived.
And yet…
We often think recycling is confined to aluminum,
plastics, glass and other fabrications of man’s intellect,
but what of...
I had this old potted flower just sitting there on the window sill
And with each passing day and hour it was none the better still
Half dead it never really seemed alive with only a few leaves left
Where what once had thrived was some how taken like a common theft
So sad did it seem to be slowly wilting away right in front of my eyes
It's beauty I could no longer even see no matter how hard one tries
And with everything that I tried nothing ever seemed to work
So I sat there and sighed thinking what happened to all that perk
As a last ditch resort I decided to replant it with some new soil
And using just a little effort with this meager job I began to toil
Putting it back up in the window just to allow it to come to rest
And now at least I would know that I had tried my very best
The next day as I entered the room something seemed different
I noticed this little baby bloom and it had such a fragrant scent
And in the following days I really couldn't believe what I saw
That plant began to amaze, one of the prettier one's that I ever saw
And so it is with our Children for they are all planted somewhere
You remember way back then as everyone has once been there
So if the blooms always spoil and they just don't seem to grow
Put them in the proper soil and their beauty will certainly show
I spent my days inside my backyard for most of the summer
I have a pet visitor who loves cherry tomatoes and finds them succulent
and juicy. She checks the fence everyday for items that could be used for
cheek stuffs. I watch her flit this way and that and sniff my tomatoes
until I lose composure . I hate it when she leaves remnants atop my fence.
She definitely makes a mess of things with her squirrely shenanigans.
She's a finicky eater who eats only the red tomatoes and leaves behind the green.
One day a raccoon decides to emulate her by jumping onto my posts.
He is so hefty that he causes my beautiful plants to break and fall.
On that particular day, Ms Lady Furette stays at a distance. She knows
I am not pleased. As I replant, she patiently stays by the wayside and keeps
a watchful eye on me. "Tomorrow I'll bury the pulp behind that awful
beluga of hers " she thinks as she wags her tail. I eye her and wait for her
to throw me that furtive glance that says, " Aren't you done yet? "
The End.