Short Fertilize Poems
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be leaf in yourself
produce good works
grow your mind gladly
cultivate your ideas
fertilize your imagination
rejoice in the garden of you
When I turn to dust,
I don't wish to cry or be angry
I desire to fertilize the mango tree
going to fruit mango...!
"Human minds are delicate seedlings"
Fertilize with wisdom or you'll grow weaklings!
Inspired by Buildings and Mind by Janaki Mahendran (2023)
Unmarried clays they are
dreaming to pair with humus
to fertilize fragile red soils
destined to become poor dust
for the joy of fauna and flora
to enhance earth’s burdens
Weed Whacker
I whack the weeds
and free their seeds
then fertilize
as seedlings breed
encroaching on
the flower bed
forgive me Lord
I wish them dead!!
John G. Lawless
7/9/2014
Wrap-me-up in a sheet, dig a hole, dump me in!
Let me fertilize a tree, would that be a sin?
Don't want no one cryin' over a shell of me...
Let me turn back to earth and rot naturally!
Be kind to your wild feathered friends,
For they have much important work to do
They scatter seeds, they fertilize too,
And influence our latest fashion trends.
written July 9, 2021
Shoes going nowhere...
Ashes used to fertilize
Blood thirsty hunger
T 'was time for shower
Water turned to gas and smoke
Shoes going nowhere...
for Abe's contest:" Leather Voices" (AUSHWITZ)
My pretty little lilac
May I forever be
Filled up with your fragrance
Come grow inside of me
I'll tend with aim to nurture
I'll fertilize with love
I'll water you with kisses
But go gentle on the hugs
Short lived
As a moment
Merely a day
The flutter of wings
Under a blue sky,
Time only to copulate
Fertilize the eggs
And then die,
The lifespan
Of a Green Drake Mayfly.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly.2019.
25th April 2019.
With all the time I spend on rhyme
in vain pursuit of beauty
I neglect to help my fellow man
and fail my forsworn duty
So this vow I make right now
Do not think I take it lightly ~
to rig up my toilet to fertilize my lawn
and flush it day and nightly
Destroying myself I can’t stop,
stop binging on these septic thoughts;
Thoughts that fertilize such numbness,
numbness that’s bent on destroying;
Destroying but I’m still sober,
sober never eases the aches;
Aches that erupt my breaking point,
point of no return destroying.
Science is a tool to skew the world,
in form its weakness shows
To measure, rate, and catalog,
what in essence stays unknown
I’m not against its formulas,
but the philosophy it breeds
Its laws to serve and fertilize
—a deeper planted seed
(Tolentine Hall: February, 2021)
Mary, Mary quite contrary, tell me, how does your garden grow?
Please tell me why you are so successful - I really need to know!
I hoe and spade and fertilize and sow the very best of seeds,
But try as I may, all I can grow are slimy slugs and weeds!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
My son
As thou climbs the mountain
Cut not the trees
Rather fertilize them
For maybe, just maybe
When you fall
They might wedge you
It is called nemesis
Remember also, the dogs
They never forget thy master
Even in times of famine
Don’t think you waste your food
Because when you’re chased
They will reverse the chase
The rose, having
no-longer
place to go…
for even, outside the gardens,
the wild well knows
that beauty, uncultivated,
never grows….
One does not use
soil tilled
by a scalpel;
and bodies of
unborn
to fertilize…
such eyes
cannot blossom
(though the shape
of bulbs)
nor ever produce
for the nose
one fragrance
divinely
pleasing….
The rose, having
no longer
place to go…
for even, outside the gardens,
the wild well knows
that beauty, uncultivated,
never grows….
One does not use
soil tilled
by a scalpel;
and bodies of
unborn
to fertilize…
such eyes
cannot blossom
(though the shape
of bulbs)
nor ever produce
for the nose
one fragrance
divinely
pleasing….
Up It Dries Then Withers and Dies
What we always do have to realize,
Is if and when we forget to fertilize,
Branches won't swish,
And suffering anguish;
Up tree dries and eventually it dies.
Jim Horn
Seems like sad state of affairs that
we are in sometimes. What would we
do with letters from famous people
together with dossiers.
All Year Long!
Go from gleaning
To harvesting!
From just working
For a few days
To harvesting
All year long!
Prepare the land
See thorns uprooted
Break up the ground
See a new area open up!
Sow the seeds and
Sprinkle water daily
Fertilize adequately
Protect your harvest!
Understand and reap
Your harvest with glee!
(Timothy A. Edward)
She tries to weed
out his doubts,
but he cannot heed.
He demands a baby boy,
yet she is not a goddess
to change their baby's sex.
She tells him that if there
was a certain way people made love
to get baby boys, or
if she had the psychic abilities of choosing
a sperm that that would fertilize
her ova into a male zygote,
she would be glad to give him one.
Haiku #2
Careless waters in her mind
Shallow thoughts of hers
Lacking depth in her ocean
Haiku #3
With an abundance of rain
Saturate my soul
Fertilize this seed in me
Haiku #4
I've seen mohagony shades
Walk under street lights
Smiling, enjoying life
Haiku #5
Listening to song birds hum
Love in the Spring
Singing joyful sounds of praise
From the ashes of fire
We fertilize our crops
From the failures of the past
We forge ahead for a glorious future
From the scars we carry as badges
We are reminded of the price of stardom
From the pains we endured
We are reminded of the gains we enjoy
From the grass we arose
We are reminded of His grace and mercy
(Written 24th October, 2023.)
Place a mustard seed in the palm of your hand
And allow your King to fertilize it
Allow your King to take every ounce of your faith
And like a mighty cedar allow it to grow
To the greatest of all shady spots
Refreshment! Refreshment!
Sings those who nestle beneath your branches
Come and sit beneath the tree grown by your
King and Savior, Jesus!
Written by Gwendolen Rix
7-18-14
The best relationship
Is like a gardener and a flower
The gardener nurture the flower
He water it everyday
Weed some irritating plants
Cultivate and fertilize it
Exposed to the elements
For him to know what's to improve
Until the flower will bloom
In its own time and given full maturity
That's where the merry making time
The extol celebration happen
And the true intentions declare.
Impotent
Unable to fertilize
Like flocks of Doves, on the wing,
words of love, you want me to sing.
To your heart, love you want me to bring,
instead, all you receive – arrows that sting,
for truth is my thing, that bell I must ring.
There seems nothing more, not another thing
I can do for me, or am able to do for you
that can make our dreams come true.
B. J. “A ” 2
March 4th 2003