By an ancient palace
knaves and jesters
peddle gilded notes
for dark favours
with docile dames
in the shadow light
of a silvan clearing
deep beyond mortal gazing
amid the frosted gaiety
of wintertide sparkle.
I
am
a seed
in the ground
waiting for the sun
to warm me and to wake me up
I feel gentle taps of pluie soaking through the soil
nourishing me
I start to
grow and
change
I
break
the surface
see the light
stretch my tiny leaves
Je suis a sprout, a sapling
I face the vent and storm
they make me strong
I reach for
the sky
green
I
bear
fruits et fleurs
give and share
I am an arbor, a home
I shelter birds and beasts
I breathe their air
they breathe me back
we are one
I live
long
I
fade
mes feuilles tombent
colors change
I am un feu, a blaze
I light up la forêt
I feel le froid
creeping in
I rest
die
brown
I
am
a seed
in the ground
waiting for the sun
How can you sell the seed of your soul? If the Devil planted it!
Miss Spring arrived quite early today...
She brought with her some rain..Hooray...
Her job description is to assure...
That the garden will endure...
All the habitants needed...
And even the seeded....
Her first assignment of her duties..
Will be to match up all the cuties..
Like Azaleas , Iris, Pansies and more...
a Rose with a Rose...and even more...
A home for everything, even Anthills...
Right next to the bright yellow Daffodils...
However even the flowers have rebels who seek,
Pleasures that are.. that of the weak...
And sometimes it is beyond Miss Springs grasp..
That “ new” faces show up...with no names..Alas !
You hear them in whispers..when the wind blows threw the grass...
They are the “ love childs” produced by the rebels you see...
they are called “ Wildflowers “ and picked by both you and me...
But, it’s not here where the story ends...
Cause even Miss Spring has a “ seedy “ side my friends...
And as the months pass...she too changes..
Sometimes even exchanges..
And sells herself out..what a bummer..
She gets “ hotter “ and changes her name...to Summer
The Seedy Motel
By Elton Camp
We were driving on an unfamiliar route
For a stopping place we began to scout
However, the search didn’t go very well
For many miles there wasn’t a nice motel
Since it was getting dark and we were tired
Our standards lowered as to what’s required
Finally we spotted a place over to the right
A place to stay, although surely no delight
The lawn hadn’t been mowed of late
The exterior badly needed an update
“Vacancy” the neon sign read
So to shower and then to bed
But the desk clerk we warily eyed
Far too much make-up she’d applied
“How can I help ya, Chum?
As she whacked on her gum
“We need to stay just one night.”
“We rent by the hour, but all right.
One thing I want to make plain:
About bedbugs don’t complain.”
“We won’t be staying,” my wife said
In agreement, I nodded my head
If we had to drive on too far
We’d prefer to sleep in the car
Beneath the window
the refuse refuses to wander,
at least not for long or far enough.
Plastic wrap floats like a bridal veil
taunting a salty breeze.
Oceans of buts..
fill an ashtray of misspent time,
blackening the arteries beneath
the cloaked skin of humanity.
Street dwellers swathed in layers of
tattered army green cast-offs
casting furtive glances into the depth of
iron grated doorways
heat seeking miss-I-les
looking for a warm place to
hunker down.
And so the seaside Sodom
rolls in an ever present attitude of
come on!
Eanie, meanie, miney, moe,
Watch how my canabis plant does grow
Itsy, bitsy, and much, much more
Watch the cops break down my door
In front of the judge, how do you plead?
I suddenly realize he's the one that
sold me the seed!
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