Long Rockery Poems

Your voice kisses the breath of the morning wind
Snapping in the solemnity that bears a cry unto God.
Angels have come to earth; that in slumber seemed,
Like the wind creaking among the faith we once had.

Life...

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gardens are where we are:

  from "Eden" to "Gilgamesh", "Babylon" to "Gethsemane"
  from mountain to coast, town to country
  from wetlands to desert oasis, under the sea to the edge of ice
...

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Floriography

Allamanda in April slowly open its trumpets around posts that look like 
Buttercups of honey for bees to dive in to replenish their striped bellies
Crocus's yellow stigmas that flavour our food are a blessing by...

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Adventures of Robin Hood and his Merry Men.

               No1.

 Robin’s Thick Member

We wuz out huntin that day
Ah remembers as plain as...

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When the season of splendor sprinkles 
the scent of sprightliness,
when the koels and kingfishers sing hymns of hope 
and merrily waltz their wings of chartreuse dreams, and
when from her day dream, my muse emerges in...

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I am standing in my garden amongst the beautiful flowers,
when a kaleidoscope of butterflies comes silently drifting.

Past my lovely primrose rockery, so bright and brilliant,
they find a purple cornflower by the fence just blooming.

All the...

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My humble tribute to our dear poetess of Soup, Andrea Dietrich as she will be celebrating her birthday on September 5.  I am posting this poem earlier, so that she gets more wishes on...

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I have another passion apart from poetry.
It's my garden, left by the gardener.
In a state of wilderness.
Two years later, with tools in hand.
I've made it into a wonderland.
Take my tea out each morning at eight.
Feed...

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Ten years ago I was bereft.
My garden began when you left.
Literally on my hands and knees,
clearing paths among surrounding trees.

Uncovered were the root of one tree,
winding it's way around the rockery.
Rusted gardening tools, a fire...

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Birds to watch r' alotta fun 
In the garden while they play 
Alongside weeds and shrubs overrun
They flock to the open outdoor spray
Which cools them off when they come
To scrabble and sachet for airplay

Hummingbirds to...

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Horticulture?  truly awesome!
Granddaddy’s timeless illusion -
one giant synthetic blossom 
swirling midst rustic seclusion.

Fascinated by back-crossing,
Pop experimented in silence.
Sleep was spent turning and tossing
weird ideas, odd incidents.

His gigantic bogus blossom
would emanate from these night-swings.
He had...

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PRUNING THE ROSES

Prune Roses here, Prune Roses there,
Dancing in my garden,
With Sweet William and Fred Astaire.

Wallflower there, Gardenia over here,
My Fuchsia’s looking bright,
I’m going to retire this year.

Working on the Rockery,
and making it a Dahlia...

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With all the pomp and viscosity
The spectres flooding out a sepia
Screen of childish scribbles
Bleached into the paintwork
Autograph collections full of
Unknown people who achieve
Little seldom of and incomplete
Thereof from another Kings' Cross
Day passes with slurry flood
A...

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Ah, Spring my soul you do delight
and smells of the fresh greenery
with the tranquil sounds of the night.

No more does winter's cold us bite
making folks tug scarfs and scurry
Ah, Spring my soul you do delight.

The...

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Lay to rest the spiritless low spirit
In the catacomb of 'Auld Lang Syne'
Cultivate the rockery of life with
The beautiful seeds of blessed wisdom shine

That will awaken the growth that thou hast
Hoping brightly blossoms awakening
When each,...

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Hark the skylark sings o'er meadow.
Sings or fights to let rivals know;
the robin claiming territory.
Sings his claim, his sincerity.
	A blackbird cock sings his claim so.

The rooks in yonder rookery.
Caw, peck and claw in mockery.
To let...

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