Secateurs Poems - Poems about Secateurs

...DANDYLION I am a humble dandelion (You see, I know my place) I’m not up there with the roses, I occupy a lower space. To some I’m an unwanted weed, At best an unwanted flower......

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...(a turtle creation story) Turtle flexed his jaws as hard as secateurs. Monkey-See saw flew up the slippery trees mimicking the snapping sound above the mealy ground. It was the first Satu......

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...Finally, she could get down on her knees again, not in prayer but to touch rosemary and lavender which had begun to send its fragrance into the spring and rising warmth in nature’s heart. There was n......

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...the bridge he needed to cross was overgrown with tangled thicket’s brush ragwort and giant hogweed littered the pernicious path to his own progress of perspectives and the slow death from stag......

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...a thorn pricked her skin so venom oozed out she laughed it off with one almighty shout lanced the huge boil and proceeded to reap ignored sharp pain though the bandage did seep blessing......

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...A THORN AMONG ROSES I tell my blooms I’ll protect them And see they meet no harm. So, if you come near with your secateurs, I’ll scratch you on the arm. But the blooms all s......

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...as if Monet had planted water lilies in Babylon hanging gardens at the heart of a canvas of joy hiding despair at Speaker’s corner in Hyde Park debating journey......

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...The once magnificent garden had become a paradise of weeds towering high Ragwort and dandelion shedding their seeds took over the lonely asylum Rakes shears shovels and secateurs rested where T......

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...As the days shorten and skies darken Greenwich meantime feels like a lean time. With a heavier coat I go out scarfed, my hat pulled down, to find those last leaves compact in corners and crevices......

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... "The Hidden Garden in My Winter Forest" First you must find the steps Covered in wet moss, fog and cobwebs It’s not easy to find, the Hidden ......

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...Half a Century Fifty is not old if you are a tree and the oak tree holds acorns already planted in waiting for the wheel of life to continue in sentient beings on time weathered paths one step a......

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...The Wicker baskets Rooster crackled, fresh new day! Sun arose planting gentle kiss on the Earth's fore-head.... A cottage in the woods stood elegant Lilted the cool breeze outside so pleasant!......

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...singing, entrancing the winding stream cleaves the high valley grey mist consoles silent sentinels of a remnant sylvan ribbon midwinter dawn excites the sleeping wild rose all is whiteness and t......

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...I love the sweet violins of my world That issue the clandestine tunes, To soothe my nerves and quench My desires spooky and strange; I love the forlorn sight of the sand dunes That adorn the ......

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