Short Landscaping Poems
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© Copyright K.C.Leake
19th November 2015
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I am immortal
Though its hard to say
Exactly how I got this way
Not my choosing
Though was trapped
By a bunch of dirty rats
Eternity of consciousness
Is my fate
Even when I pass away
There is more still
A landscaping of thrill
Again, all against my will
It's May for Jacaranda trees,
We laugh in purple in the breeze...
Bulldozers bite.
We dare to say "HELLO" to bees
and make the toddlers laugh and sneeze...
Construction site.
Landscaping Nature as you please
Requires coldness - Soul's disease.
This is my fight!
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Not contentious
I will put you in moon
for another rain.
The invisible sex
ticks the gravity of mouth
that eats the murder.
My body becomes an emperor
even for the dust.
Not the naked cloud.
Blood colors the name
of a sad priest.
Who defied a smelling god.
A pig burrows in snow
to unwrap a gift.
It was a strip tease.
Satish Verma
Old
Digger, lifter, mover, slicer
Friend of ScoopDog and Dugger Graves
Lover of landscaping, building, and gardening
Who feels less sharp, disused, and edgy
Who fears dull blades, broken handles, and rust
Who would like to see verdant gardens, straight fence posts, and freshly laid sod
Resident of the junk section on the old wood fence just outside the tool shed
Shovel
The churches are closed and it’s cold.
Outside on these holly grounds,
The tired and hungry huddle,
Become part of landscaping, pray.
They are all alone,
Each with their own story,
Telling it to God and anyone else
Not bothered by their circumstance.
Tonight I am one of them,
Shuffling for a place to sleep,
With empty pockets and stomach
Growling at God and religion.
Form:
The pre-gibbous moon
looked on
as five flying geese
in pattern formation
quietly fluttered by...
streaking across the sky;
Landscaping shadows
of stoic poised trees
reflect their presence
as the chilled air teases
goosebumps with its own;
The serene night
in its ebony majesty,
slowly descends
upon the surreal scene;
capturing a photo negative
through nature's shutter.
The will shall supplement my fitness,
categorize my songs,
and ejaculate a witness!
He shall shuttle our smiles through the day,
complicate our wrongs,
and dish out the bongs,
sing along with songs,
in rooms of grape with walls of shakes,
tomb smoke and tokens-
taken in by notes,
domes inside zones,
landscaping Vogue-
no real reason to pose unless you are gold.
Been landscaping crew cuts
Mowing down yards constant
Gravel in its place, hedges and drapes
All for you to live accordingly
In the right scheme
Where wildness is tamed down
Where citizenship, not so profound
So we can go on our way
Planting seeds for the future
Seeding children with identity
Posing God on marble balconies
Any upset to the balance
Police find the scent
Guard dogs and lawn gnomes
Our plastic surreal american lives
Modern landscaping amuses me no end
in mansions and cottages round the bend.
To folks who seem aesthetically cultured,
a well-mown lawn is still ill-manicured,
unless there are potteries strewn around,
cracked, skewed, partly sunken in the ground.
But pots breed bad skitters that fill your artery
with dengue through this silly pseudo-artistry.
So, next time you stare at your yard be wary:
Mosquitoes sting anyone dabbling in pottery.
Stands tall among others, one hundred feet
large, compound, evergreen beautiful leaves
long age and most extensively cultivated plant
Produces great food, rich flavor sweet dates
Palm leaves are very useful to make natural cottage
Famous tree in all human and plants history
Many common products are derived from palms
So beautiful to see in landscaping and gardens
Symbols for peace, power and fertility
Big example of tolerance and endurance
Footprints of A Dove
Footprints of a dove.
The prints are still there forever in my mind
The sprinklers overflow and water
still remains
enough to wet the sand to
mud the land around a
small section of
landscaping.
I saw the dove looking up at me,
as if to say yes I did these for you.
Then he left in a little flurry,
alittle hurry,
because I startled him.
He has no name but dove.
Charles Robert Hice
Copyright ©2006 Charles Hice