Short Botanist Poems

Our Scots botanist
Coniferous evergreen
The Douglas fir tree




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With tender care
you planted a seed
and your concern is rooted deep;
Now my faith grows
with strength and speed,
eradicating
each variant weed....

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Dendrochronology studies a tree
Calculating how old the oak could be
By counting its internal rings
Rare knowledge that often sings
Filling a botanist with glee...

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in the gray forest, at the bottom of Germany’s forest black
There is a tree disguised as a sexy witch, with a voluptuous rack
Is this a Constantinople oak? A struggling botanist asked me.
Was he kidding? To me, it was only a gorgeous young tree....

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Botany

Have you had a shower?
Yes dear, and changed my t. shirt too
you see, my dear, when I was in the amazon
collecting rare flowers, the local tribe called 
me “the man who hates his face.”
Did you find a rare flower?
Yes, my lovely, I found you.
But the botanist whom I was carrying his luggage
refused to accept the human rarity
that is why your name is in posh books about
botany...

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A bottle garden adorns like the most elegant rose
Horticulturists’ pride featured in most writers’ prose   
Crafted by the youngest ambidextrous botanist
Whose prowess blooms far beyond the cloud’s mist.

A terrarium intricately built from a crystal- clear bottle,
Coco fibers, variety of bijou stones, rocks and pebbles;
Charcoals, moss, ferns, tiny plants and worm castings,
Dry barks and many more for creative miniature gardening....

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The Dawn

I have voyaged far, crossed many oceans
I have seen the unseen, the grotesque.
We are cable of, but I have also met kind
people, I never sank into the abyss of cynicism.

I have seen flowers no botanist has, but I keep
it, a secret the nameless will be hidden.

I rejoice, for I have found my modest me
obliquely I was not here nor there confused.
as semi-transparent waiters passing my table
erased me from their memories....

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The New I
 I have travelled far and crossed the oceans
I have seen the unseen, the grotesque we are
Capable of doing, but I have also met kind
People I never sank into the abyss of cynicism
 
I have seen flower no botanist has, but I keep
It a secret the nameless will remain hidden.
 
Rejoice for I have found my modest personality
Oblique I was nor here nor there and confused
Semi-transparent waiters passed my table.
Erased me from their memory like a cellar mouse....

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