One of many, yet set apart,
A seed without its tree.
Still, the roots take hold,
Still, the branches reach.
One in four, rising strong,
To lift the old tree from its sorrow.
One in four, breaking through clouds,
Carrying the light he once followed.
In hope that one becomes all,
And all become four,
So his dream, even in silence,
Will never die.
Myrtles Plantation has twenty-two rooms
Ghosts travel through there, some kicking in zooms
Identical parlors for women and men
Haunted house tour here is about to begin
Don’t come to Louisianna and ignore this tourist sight
The nightmares she will give you will last at least one night
Poltergeist just headed down by the silvery cold pond
Six hundred acres of which ethereal spirits and ghosts are very fond.
SPROUTING IN LIFE'S PLANTATION
In this garden where only the strong survive,
As seeds, some travail while others thrive.
Planted with care by The Gardener here & there,
Scattered across the earth life gives it share.
The rain will fall, the sun will smite
But a seed must work with all his might,
Use your "widow's mite" to earn a lion's share
And be the judge if, to you, life isn't fair.
But I will sprout and grow up tall
despite summer & winter, spring or fall.
Rain comes with coolness but sways to & fro,
Sun strikes as a nutrient but makes me glow,
even though hard times come with dirty water,
it doesn't stop this plant from growing in winter.
I won't let negative words stop my progress,
or retrogress, I won't live my life to impress.
I will continue to grow until fulfilment in death
says no more room for my labour of strength.
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? 12th June 2023.
after bend off road
gentle green is appearing
soothing cane vast field
I will not dibble anymore
even i sow with best seeds
I plant apple, I reap. lemon
I broadcast love, I harvest weeds
PLANTATION
Seed
tiny, hard
soaking, moistening, sprouting.
sapling, stem, root, plant
growing, branching, spreading
leafy, green
tree.
08/26/21
'Diamante Poetry for fun
Contest by Caren Krutsinger
He relentlessly sowed seeds
Everyone laughed at his deeds
Now that place is a forest
Home to exquisite birds and their nest
Everyone plucks the fruits for free
No one in its vicinity goes hungry
Crops flourish, rain abounds
No famines, no floods in surrounds
Air is fresh, all are healthy
For in wisdom one person was wealthy
Creation of Vacation On a Plantation
What we need was another vacation,
So in our mind came up with creation;
Time devote;
On paper wrote
A plan that had put us on a plantation.
Jim Horn
Who dares to serve me tea with lemon?!
On my own plantation born in heaven
Flowing in the land of milk and honey
For the good of all humanity... SOMEONE
He, she, it or them must be punished
Perhaps eradicated is the proper term
Bring me a rope, a tree and a culprit
That they might dangle in the wind
Wrath is a wondrous thing...don't you think?
Who dares to come between me and proper tea?!
For this outrage someone must pay a penalty
It's an atrocity, a crime, a sin against all things green
How does one make a perfect day complete you ask?
Preferably with a lemon tree and someone swinging from it
The blossoms are so sweet...as my tea should be
Tea with honey, served with toast, crunchy on both sides
Orange juice, freshly squeezed and a smiley face is sweet
It is what we call justice here in the south
But now comes breakfast with a biter taste
With someone swinging by the ancient porch
Under the golden sun and canopy of love
To their biter end
Lemon flowers are so pretty and serene
In fact intoxicating as we watch the hired help
Dangling between the lovely branches
A hard days work for honest wages
Is what it is all about...here in the south
Creation of a Plantation
We constantly conserved for creation,
Of a pretty place having a plantation;
Where had been,
Programmed in;
Here where America is a new nation.
Jim Horn
An Old Plantation
While walking by an old planation
Heard them singing an incantation
And when I started to go upstairs
Found find poet who always cares
About my poems and great creation.
Jim Horn
I got nothin' but time on my hands
as I work in the fields all day long
O Lord, come and free my soul,
whenever I sing this here plantation song
I wanna be free
Take me to your mountain top
I wanna feel glee
I heard Canaan is a beautiful spot
I've worked so hard for so many years,
it's a crying shame to be so sad
I've tried real hard to hold back these tears;
not to rattle these here chains,
not to stay so bitterly mad
I just wanna be free
Take a walk to your mountain top
It would make me and my wife so happy,
we both believe Canaan is a beautiful spot
Time always seems to pass so fast,
whenever I sing this here plantation song
I know one day you gonna come back,
O Lord, to make right this awful wrong
You gonna set me free,
so I can go rejoicing
and singing on your mountain top
Me and my whole family
will tell everyone that Canaan is a heavenly spot
I did not have much of a thing with mosquitoes. That is until we visited
a famous plantation home on the Cape Fear river near Wilmington,
North Carolina one summer. We were especially excited to view
Orton Plantation's extensive flower gardens.
But, soon as we all climbed out of the car. we were attacked by black
clouds of the insects even though we had on repellent. We ran back to the car
with my young nephew crying and screaming, "We're not going to ever come
back here, are we?"
So ended that memorable trip covered with hundreds of itchy bites.
river still
thousands of lotus blossoms
look up at the sun
Published - Cattails - Spring- 2016
Corn plantation
C-call mama and tell her
O-over here is not easy
R-rest is far from my soul
N-not when am an immigrant
P-place on a last class
L-laying here and planting corn
A-annoys me why I miss home mama
N-never I dreamt of this
T-type of life
A-all the time I wonder how you doing mama
T-till the day I see you again
I-I will be glad to be free
O-only home sweet home
N-nothing but home I miss
of how it was and how it is,
perchance the master gets his turn the whiz,
where they roll back time,
perhaps ther-is vengeance,
in an ironic situation,
on the plantation of Damnation...
the Lord thy God, is subtle, is.
Don
re: Father and Son by Dave Williams
about the old south and the bad treatment of the slave by the master....
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