Long Seed Poems
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Good Morning
Good Morning
Good Day
Only positivity
Coming my way
Positivity is what I display ??
Affirmations are what I say
Daily
Thankful for another ?? day
To get it right
Clear vision
Clear sight
Goodmorning
My morning is great
I thank God for me
A masterpiece he did create
Everyday I wake up
Im grateful
For a new day
Blocking all negativity coming my way
The devil is busy
But so is God
He can make it easy
When it seems so hard
He said Have the faith of a mustard seed
Now that's small
He is a Big God
He will do it all
Only thing he wants us to do is call
On him
He's waiting
No need to keep contemplating
Goodmorning
My morning is great
I thank God for me
A masterpiece he did create
(Repeat until chorus fades )
Written by
Concetta Hardnett
08/30/2025
"Neophoca"
I was dragged
out of my ocean
of dreams
when they peeled
my skin, I was broken,
an endangered species
feeding bits of me
to the carniverous
genus species
the genus
and gender
predatory
covetting my
freedom they
lost themselves
in the comforting
arms of my trust
they wore me out
made sleeves
of me, stole
my baby
expensive collateral;
their ownership belittled,
bruised and scorched
victory marks
like tattoos
marched on me
they branded me,
attached
to my life
untruthful labels,
their ignorance
basking
became them,
the sins
of the fetid
patriarchy
such violence, this
devoted dv, the human
seed planted
my baby,
zoo trained
and chained
I became uprooted
stalked, staked and
claimed
I became owned
I drowned in my
mortal dreams
such violence, this
devoted dv, the
imprisoned truth
life blood escaping
the juxtaposed
real me
Selkie
the humble humboldt
priests call me
Neophoca cinerea
they call me
reverently,
they sing me home,
home
to my only
holy See
they call me
reverently
Selkie
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Death Bed Poetry: Raila Odinga
“I don't regret my life.”
— Raila Odinga, in his final interview
I stand at the edge of Bondo,
where the soil remembers the footsteps
of a son who never stopped walking.
Not for power, not for fame,
but for a dream stitched in the fabric
of a fractured nation.
Five times he ran,
five times he rose,
each defeat a seed for the next harvest
of hope, of unity, of change.
They called him Baba,
a father to the voiceless,
a voice for the silenced.
In the halls of the powerful,
he stood as a bridge,
not a wall.
In the streets of the forgotten,
he danced to the rhythm
of their struggles,
their songs,
their tears.
And when the end came,
it found him not in surrender,
but in stride—
five laps around the world
before collapsing into eternity.
"I don't regret my life," he said,
and in those words,
he left a legacy
not of victories counted,
but of lives touched,
of futures altered.
Now, as the earth embraces him,
we remember not the man who sought the throne,
but the one who built it
for those who never had a seat.
Rest now, Baba.
Your journey was not in vain.
Your story is not over.
In every vote cast,
in every voice raised,
you live on.
The grass isn’t always greener on the other side
Your problems seem bad but theirs are overgrown so easy to hide
You want to convert because you feel the need
You never know what their mistakes entail because you didn’t see them plant the
seed
You think their dirt is better be a little wiser
They might not be growing well for the lack of a fertilizer
They cut away too much with their knife
Did they get enough of the essence of life
Now they might sit on a useless mound
While your grass is adequate because it has good roots in the ground
So be happy with what you have and find peace and joy inside
Remember the grass isn’t always greener on the other side
One hundred and one
Lifetimes seem a pittance
To seek and find
True enlightenment...
Here I am once more
In a mortal garment
Adorned with an impulse
An echo of Your Call...
Still, I search
Not finding You
Because I look for You
In all the wrong places...
A deep longing in
My heart awakens
Intensity and purpose
To seek Your Face...
All outside is cold
And darkness surrounds me
With the touch of
Empty desolation...
Each hint I pry open
Reveals a piece of the
Mosaic interwoven with
A glimpse of forgetfulness...
Still, I search and search
Like a blind man
Grasping at the touch
Of emptiness...
And time and space
Go on swirling
In the places I trod
Distracted and distracting...
So many wrong turns
And cul-de-sacs
To reconcile what's fake
And notice the authentic...
Time slips away
And space seduces
My good intentions
With vain and misty forms...
Only finding You
In dreams of immortality
As I abruptly exit this
Mortal coil once more...
Glimpses of nirvana
Can be alluring
But where do I go
Even as I am but a seed...
Finding You only as I fall
Into a deeper sleep
Unhindered by
The shutters of a mortal shell...
If this is the way
To find the inner path
Can the Kingdom of
Heaven be found?
I retreat from the
World outside only
To reach within for
A brief moment of inner peace...
Beyond all restless
Strife to find meaning
In a deeper peace
In certain stillness...
Here You await in silence
In all-abiding profoundness
Beyond my little self
To set me free...
Thus my longing
Helps in my finding You
And my journey ends
With ecstasy unending...
For I have finally
Come home to You
My one true Love:
The First-Cause of my cause...
Only to rest for
A while and then return
To my journey
Wandering seeking...
For Love gathers love
In the glimpses of
Immortality in realms
Where light scatters darkness...
Vivid stillness dances
As Love lives life
For life is the dance of Love
Ad infinitum...
Leon Enriquez
18 September 2018
Singapore
I left my past in all its fullness, thinking my life was almost complete.
Then the present was upon me, like a flower’s fragrance, it was so sweet.
I thought back to the past, a mere seed; yes, it must have been.
For the present was surely, slowly growing within.
In a dream my present became my future, my thoughts began explaining,
That life would be more if I’d allow the expanding of my time remaining.
For just as the present had come from the thoughts of my past,
The future would be born from my dreams which are vast.
It’s the thoughts that I have of my dreams full array,
That brings in the contractions of a future day.
The future will be fleeting, how could it last?
Eternity is waiting, and the end of time has been cast.
This poem was written about my small business. Perhaps it will mean something else to you.
Grow my little flower
Take all the time you need
Don't throw in the towel, over a shower
You were once a tiny seed
Look how you've grown
The stepping stones you cleared
You couldn't have possibly known
Until your beautiful buds appeared
Admire another's elegance
But don't take time to compare
beauty is nice, but dense
Let it float about the air
A swan may envy a peacock
Vibrant feathers, standing tall
Jealousy won't stop the clock
Before long, the swan will fall
If only the swan knew
The beauty she possessed
More feathers would accrue
As she gave life her very best
Life is a lovely dance
You were created to thrive
Embrace it with romance
Keep your hopes and dreams alive
Don't be discouraged by the time consumed
Becoming who you were meant to be
Remember how you bloomed
For all the world to see
It didn't happen over night
Storms and elbow grease
Don't live your life by fright
You are only here on lease
A fruit from the tree of life,
Fed by goodness and strife,
Like a knife the winds blow,
It falls into the shadow,
Withered and rotting,
Waiting to grow,
Succumbing to the flow of time,
Priming the seeds inside,
Aware of the ride,
Through changing tides,
And riversides,
All the elements collide,
Dividing the seed from its needs,
They've agreed to the process,
As they progress down the river,
Quivering into crevices,
Eventually coming to rest,
Doing their best to take root,
Breaking through into a new world,
Growing toward the light,
Fighting the environment,
It grows into enlightenment,
The excitement of new things,
Brings many different offerings,
A collection of blossoms,
Waiting to bloom,
Grooming for pollination,
Opening to the invasion,
Any moment the miracle could happen,
The force of life takes action,
The interaction taking root,
The tree of life grows another fruit.
As I stood in my garden amongst my flowers,
a parade of blue butterflies was drifting;
past my lovely brilliant primrose rock garden,
they kissed a purple cornflower growing.
They stopped and caressed rainbow painted daisy,
drifting over to drooping bleeding hearts;
resting on white campania with their trumpets,
like sparkling garden gems quietly hovering.
Blue larkspur and columbine called for them,
the tiny rubies twirled over in a waltzing dance;
and between yarrow, sage and yellow tick seed,
they spotted echinacea and came fluttering.
Floating on over they kissed orange scabiosa,
then the assemblage of sweet butterflies left;
just stopping for a quick sip of fountain water,
and gone this parade of fluttering blue gems.
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August 11, 2015
Poetry/Verse/"Fluttering Gems"
Copyright Protected, ID 15- 699-038-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Submitted to Late Summer Premier Contest
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
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Submitted to,Any Poem Written in 2015, Contest
sponsor, Julia Ward
Third Place
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Submitted to, Butterflies Among Us, Contest
sponsor, A Skat
Fourth Place
October 11 Scripture Meditations Based on John 3-4
Key Verse – John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR LOVING ME
Thank You for loving me a sinner, saved by Your grace
Who’s worthy of hell with wrath’s trace…
Yet, You rescued me through Your heart’s embrace
For me to esteem You along my grateful praise.
Thank You for loving me a sinner, sanctified by Your goodness
Who’s condemned for hell’s perilousness…
Yet, You cleansed me through Your redemption’s holiness
For me to please You along my imputed righteousness.
Thank You for loving me a seeker, satisfied by Your generosity
Who’s bound to suffer due to iniquities’ penalty…
Yet, You reached down to me through Your sacrifices’ humility
For me to follow You along my enlightened spirituality.
Thank You for loving me a student, steadfast by Your instruction
Who’s ignorant along folly’s destruction and deception…
Yet, You keep teaching me to learn from Your Word of admonition
For me to enjoy discipleship in fulfilling great commission.
Thank You for loving me a steward, secured by Your governing
Who’s barren because of transgressions’ performing…
Yet, You forgave me through Your mercy’s prevailing
For me to work for You along my faithful labouring.
Thank You for loving me a servant, settled by Your greatness-grant
Who’s slothful aside from being arrogant…
Yet, You moved me through Your commands’ voice that’s pleasant
For me to submit to You along partnership-covenant.
Thank You for loving me a soldier, strengthened by Your goal
Who’s discouraged against foes’ pole…
Yet, You empowered me through Your call’s role
For me to fight for You along my revived soul.
Thank You for loving me a sower, supplied by Your Gospel seed
Who’s lost midst religiosity’s need…
Yet, You found me through Your compassion’s deed
For me to testify for along my heavenly creed.
October 11, 2022