Short Tend The Garden Poems

Even johny apple seed,
planted a few weeds.
~
Words, like seeds.
Taken personally
grow.

Tend your garden
Dear freind,
so the bad 
ones don't
sow....

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Wedded to a grownup dream,
betrothed to whom I sleep
My lover laced in shades of gray,
her shadow most discreet

Vows of heartache lost in time,
one chance to pledge again
to tend her garden—heart unbound,  
and till her love unstemmed

(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)...

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August, comes to Canada with lovely cool nights,
Until the end of summer our days will be hot delights;
Getting ready for the cold is far, far, far away,
Until August is over my beautiful flowers will fill my days.
Sweetest kitty in the world loves laying in the August sun,
Together we tend the garden- I water and kitty digs for fun !...

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Spring Senryu


as the sun slumbers
unseen hands tend night’s garden
fireflies applaud


pollinating roses
red faced – caught in the act
a thorny dilemma


the dandelion
spring’s forever WTF
roots of anarchy


nothing but net
the mosquito goalie quit
buzz – buzz- slap – ouch


the great blue heron
mocks the wetlands trees
standing on one leg


John G. Lawless
4/20/2021...

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Mother Gaia, how beautifully you tend your garden of souls.
Uplifted and refreshed by your green plants and your earthiness.
I lie down in your soil and breathe in your fragrance for hours.
Other gardeners understand.
We lie in our beds, watching your magic arise from the ground.
Tiny green sprouts of marigolds, carrots, corn, peas, and radishes.
How excited and confident you help us to feel.
Mother Gaia, how beautifully you tend your garden of souls!...

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I will be a faithful gardener,
beneath a brilliant sun.
My garden will be unique,
spreading beauty and joy to everyone.

I'll scatter seeds of positivity.
Encourage delicate foliage to grow.
Strong roots will be anchors, flexible stems
unbroken, although the wind blows.

I will tend my garden, with kindness,
patiently wait for next years bloom.
Every color of the rainbow is present.
In my nurtured garden, there is ample room.




01/2021  For my young friend, Cobo...

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My garden doesn’t grow here anymore,
geraniums in a box on my porch floor.
I’d like to have a lovely garden yard
but with my arthritis that’s too hard.
So, I must settle for geraniums,
and in the fall be satisfied with mums.
I tend a garden of a different kind,
the one that generates inside my mind
and with good thoughts the gentle flowers grow
making happiness       I've come to know.

7/31/20

Petal, buds, blossoms, bees, birds, butterflies!' Contest 
Sponsor:  Silent One...

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