Short Gardner Poems

gardner
hates Beatrix Potter
rabbits...

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the praying mantis
eats the spider head first --
the gardner smiles...

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Green aphids feeding
red roses gasping for breath
gardner too busy...

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She was a loving gardner growing four boys, she was called home by God when her love had taken root, now she is a gardener for His flowers....

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The bumble bees sounded the horn
Then broke out with all their thorns
For the Gardner who just cut
Their hive into scuttlebutt
They made him wish he was never born...

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Listen to poem:

Bed of Roses
David J Walker 

You waited were 
the roses grow
And I would be the Gardner

Kneeling in the deep and
Earthy scented soil
Come rain 
	    Come shine
			Come time to
Bare the toil 
exposed as rose the
Harvest moon

Together soon 
in a feathered Bed of Roses...

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Wet Wednesday

Its raining

I’m smiling

All cozzzzzzzy warm in my bed

Good morning

Listening to the sound of rain

Patter, splatter, pitter, pat 

I’m smiling

What business does a bicycle riding
Gardner have in the pouring rain…..

Close my eyes
smiling
Hypnotised by falling rain

It’s a good morning...

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A roar
                                
 It's not the day of the gardener.
 He appears today after skipping a holiday.

 The morning coffee is lovely, joining KUSC, 91.5 FM at it.

 A raucous mower goes on a binge of
 Shaking a teacup and breaking the air.

 I escort the vibration resonating to his home
 As happiness in the sublimation of the dogged roar....

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Pour down the waters,
May they fall over
The sanctuary so it
May flower abundantly.

May the fruit it bear
Belong to you
The honey it produces
Be sweeter than most.

May the territorial waters
Live like a spirit,
Roaming over the earth
Like liberated winds.

I am the sad sanctuary
Untamed and uncared for,
Waiting for the gardner
To come and tend to it....

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If God is the Gardner, and He is, you know,
He wants only the best fruit from His children.
The good in goodbye is a tough row to hoe
but God's the Gardner and I'm content to know
there are wild weeds too in the hell of hello.
Planting seeds in good soil is what God's skilled in.
If He is the Gardner and He is, you know,
He wants only the best fruit from His children.

July 19, 2018...

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Alone is a mans heart when he loves
somebody and they don't even know
he exists.
Alone is how a man feels when he 
goes to bed at night and their is nobody
next to him to hold and love.
Alone is what a man of Hardcore wanted
but, now that man wants that one 
person, that one Angel to hold, to protect,
and love.
Alone is a man who doesn't understand
why.

    Shawn Gardner 07/08/2005...

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Insane is my brain when I think about touching your silky white skin.
Insane is my brain when I think about kissing
beautiful cool pink lips.
Insane is my brain telling me how to act 
when I see you kissing another man.
Insane is my brain telling me how to feel
I'm choking the life out of you.
Damn you whore, I loved you!
Now I'm just insane.
              
              By: Shawn Gardner 07/07/2005...

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By our back door
Crying out!
Roses!
Roses!
Roses!
Big red ones
A little white
And two pink squirts
Nearly buried in the jumble

Blame it on the winter
Blame it on spring rains
The maples and the oaks are taking over
Blame it on the rake
A rusty old rake
That stood idle in the fall
Don’t blame it on the gardner
Who loves to study nature

Don’t change a thing!
Don’t clip!
Don’t pull!
Don’t DIG!

Stand off now
The roses have a witness...

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As God leads his lambs home.
I lead you to the slaughter.
His way is natural.
Mine is straight up murder.
No lie about it.
I'm the best their is, you haven't caught me yet.
Now the bodies will rise.
And the sadness will grow.
Whores and bastards, I'll cut them just as deep.
Just as deep as I will you.
Once you've crossed my path, you'll see light 
nevermore.
Now their is nothing more to say.
I have to get ready to go out and play.


Shawn Gardner      03/31/'12...

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