«A little plant underneath.»
I thought.
Moistened
And in bloom.
Among the trees and roots.
Plant a seed, watch it grow
How it happens, I don’t know
A little rain, a little sun
But I don’t know how it is done.
Slowly reaching for the sky
Still, I cannot tell you why.
Flowers, trees, weeds, and grain
Just don’t ask me to explain
There’s really just one need: plant a seed.
Plant a seed, dream a dream
Live your life, be extreme
Make a move, diversify
Just don’t ask me to tell you why
Reality from pretend,
You never know just where or when
Lawyers, artists, doctors, too
There’s really nothing you can’t do
There’s really just one need: plant a seed.
i keep watering seeds i know will never grow
i give every seed a chance at life
never giving up on them
even if i can see so very clearly
they won't live
at least not long enough to bear crops
i feed and feed and feed
running myself dry just to water you
i'm almost out of water
but i'll use my last bit on you
even though i know you won't give a single thing in return
but i keep watering and watering
knowing the outcome each time
but maybe
just maybe
i can get you to grow
even if i have to kill myself
for you to survive
I made a plan to plant cherry tomato plants
in hanging baskets on my balcony
to keep them away from those pesky squirrels,
it worked, except I have been waiting all summer
for at least one tiny tomato to ripen . . .
then, suddenly, the branches are dripping in red.
If a conflicted carrot
based on its looks
could feel it's a parsnip
it would be a turnip for the books
and should confused chard
on corn do a number
lettuce hope the offspring
isn't a baby cucumber
some plants are quite confounded
in my garden bed
sadly the rhubarb is convinced
it's celery badly sun-burned red
across the festival of grasses
I ran through the view of various booth and attraction
run by locals and those aged faction
along those sneaky foreigners with imprinted aliases
rolling my bike seemed to bother
with their necks closing in
leaning towards my upward chin
read as arrogance, instead as an evader
invader of their land
shattering their drinking glass
yet still manage to outclass humans
by using what's left of their decaying hand
it's pretty in my mind
thinking—I'll just pay a visit
not knowing my limit
until I arrived.
Oh, touch -me-not plant, Are you a mere sleepy plant?, I am a shy plant.
Beautifully she stood,
shadowing the pretty grass:
a sweet poised mushroom:-
J=Juniper berry oil for hair,
U=Urinary health wellness care.
N=Natural detoxifier if I dare,
I=Improving circulation with a prayer.
P=Promoting healthy aging is what I need,
E=Evergreen small shrub I will plant and feed.
R=Reducing skin irritation so I do not bleed.
A Dying Plant
Feeding everyone lies
The drama never dies
Running away from the root of the problem
Too many excuses with no water
Always playing the victim under the sun
Falling away into a sinkhole
You had plenty of chances
To make good choices
You choose to rebel in dirt
A stubborn generation
You never listened
A dying plant
A heart full of regret
An ungrateful flower
Just freeloaders
A dying plant
I gave you guidance
You did everything your way
Flowers are fading
Bondege is braking
Blaming someone else is never ending
The root of the problem is burning
Adam and Eve were kicked out of the garden, then they started eating meat
Away from plentiful fruits and vegetables, they started a fleshly retreat
Unwittingly sliding down Jacob''s ladder
Man falling from heaven down into dark matter
Away from the light of spirit
Closer to the root in this world and no longer intuit
Taking deep dives and swims in the infamous cesspool
Aimlessly moving through waste, playing a devil's fool
Now man is eating science projects like a sweet treat
So many manufactured food-like items that's Beyond Meat
Just wandering and meandering; meandering and wandering
A futile external search for sustenance, peace, and truth finds man perpetually scampering
Lost Paradise
Paradise Lost
How much time and energy will man exhaust?
Lost Paradise
Paradise Lost
How long will man pay this hefty cost?
A bleeding heart
With a single drop
Falling from its sharpened point,
While strung on vines,
These fragile flowers,
Waiting for the rain's anoint.
Much like valentines
Swinging in the breeze
To a tribal drum unheard.
Hearts grown in a row
With fine curves and loops
By God's design is revered.
I woke up from my slumber,
I even wear a cucumber,
I heard a timber,
What is simmer,
I don't have a glitter,
I know how to make it better,
With enough of sluther,
I am not a chatter,
My mind is not cluttered,
I admired a butler,
I am not honoured to be sudder,
A sudden beat to my heart,
I want to make it last,
A friend by the hand,
I know there is a land,
For me to spend,
I don't know what to lend,
I need to mend,
Is there a way to be kind,
I need to grind,
The local produce into a hind,
In my mind,
There is a line,
Which makes me a shine,
I do have to rhyme,
For that, I put on a thyme,
I could make it on time,
By then, it will be mine.
her snapping jaw leaves
make her a spider killer
carnivorous plant
a fly catcher too
found in south Carolina
the venus fly trap
One folded frond
out from dark earth,
fuzzy and newborn
in pink feathers
of this day's dawn.
Rising.
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