Looking out on a lovely garden
flowers so beautiful in every colour
here on holiday on the English coastline
this summer scene is like no other
Such a delightful picture to look upon
but there's a blur to all of this
in the ground deep in the earth
these dreaded weeds you can't miss
They get in among your flowers
wasting your view of the loveliness
you wish to be rid of them for good
which are so filled with ugliness
Working to physically root them out
is a sure way to break your back
giving you a pain that is agony
that's the price that weeds will attack
One answer is to plant artificial grass
which is a very costly thing to do
so it takes hard work to truly kill weeds
no easy answer can be seen in view
(Just some thoughts on holiday last month on the damage that weeds can do to a beautiful garden.)
Incarcerated desires,
worth kissing,
immaculately
Mary's darkened eyes
wrapped lassos of heat
statues tell the truth,
break the broth,
as your lust-ful eyes
spy her soft hands.....
Its best to be like me
and never leave the circle.
Red little cuts with virgin oil,
never create the hurdles.
I can't be shut down
when I never agreed
to the on switch
in the first place.
I don't like humanity.
I don't like being touched.
I wish I could be all alone
I'll walk the entire
way back home.
nefarious nightshade
the forgotten bitterroot
rebel camphorweed
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 13–19, 2026)
A neighbor girl seeing my spring flowers
asked her mother aren't the flowers pretty?
Flowers are weeds she barked, rather sharp.
It is a shame for those who cannot see
in simple things there is great beauty
A flower blooms and color display
birds and bees feed by its sway
A promise with petals and long stem
waving hello to all in the wind
How can flowers not bring a smile
enjoying them blooming all the while
Nothing last forever but in time joy
pretty flowers win aw from girls and boys
give flowers to a love true a gift for sight
sniff the roses fresh and new for senses delight
For flowers unfold into the sun
life renewed and the earth dressed young
The neighbor girl ask of me
if she could pick flowers for her mom to see
I spoke kindly
Please let the flowers be
they are there for all to enjoy and see.
Once our home was filled with love,
from God up above.
My kitchen had delicious foods cooking away,
as children played near by.
Many family and dear friends,
laughed and loved in my rooms of old.
One by one they went away,
all promising to come back someday.
My once pretty garden is now all weeds,
even the birds will not come near.
I'm A Forgotten Home,
I once was filled with love.
Sanity, trampled by
her narcissism
Weeds grew &
choked the beauty
of daisies.
Flowers come alive,
buzzing big bee hive.
Color exploding,
weeds now unloading.
Spring is coming here,
all can give a cheer.
Peeking through weeds - flowers of gem colors now appearing.
God--good at prayers, deeds,
Sending us bills, garden weeds.
A firm ground and a distilled lake separate two rulers.
One, an explosive demonstration of color.
The other, a quiet expression of luxury.
The Sunflower, vibrant, high on life.
Amidst the tall patches of grass and unruly rodents,
a bed of amber glows dominates the wastelands.
The Lotus, elegant, tales of traditions.
Shallow walls, empty palace halls.
Anchored, confined to mud covered ideals.
Forced to reap the benefits of those who sowed.
Unbeknownst to them, a presence reveals itself.
Slowly infiltrating both defenses, a calculated strike.
It survived its injuries, now it must break even.
Deep within the chokehold of roots,
forces ravaging a wasteland,
releasing toxins under water.
Erosion, spreading this contamination.
How unfortunate,
you are attempting to deceive us.
Remember, the first and only reality of the kingdoms.
There can only be two,
And you, are a part of neither.
You have become,
a rival.
blind dates rarely blossom but they make a wonderful bouquet of weeds.
An untruth is told
A seed is planted
My body is the soil
The roots infest my veins
The seedling sprouts
I’m overgrown with
Weeds
Tell a not lie
Planted is a seed
Soil is my body
My veins become the roots
A sprouting seedling
I’m a flowering
Garden
Split me in half
Save the flowers
Take the weeds
That strangles me
Uproot them all
My veins scream
The garden is gone
And the weeds left a scar
I’m just unplanted soil.
To move ahead, we must glance behind,
For wisdom grows from a questioning mind.
We celebrate brilliance, dismiss those who fall,
Then treat every life as if shaped by one call.
But we come from seeds in unequal ground
Some richly nourished, others barely found.
Some grow in gardens, loved and seen,
Others choked by weeds, lost in between.
They search for light, for air to breathe,
But weeds grow fast and never leave.
Still, they reach, they fight, they cope,
Clinging to slivers of faith and hope.
Jesus comes with hands held wide,
To lift the fallen, walk beside.
He doesn't ask for wealth or fame
Just lay down the burden, release the blame.
Towering weeds out of control
The unkempt garden has completely taken over
Neighbour must finally admit defeat
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Call it the Charlie Kirk effect
But for not being a Christian, recently
I’ve been hearing a lot of Bible quotes,
Quotes which I can easily take to heart,
Like the parable of the wheat ripening
In the field
While the weeds also ripened
All around.
It’s not a matter of just wanting one and not the other
And getting our wishes as if they had that power.
It’s a matter of recognizing both,
The difference in the seeds and their causes,
And appreciating how both the crop and the weeds
Are part of our nature, and both will be abundant
When we reach a crisis point of fullness,
Internally as spiritual beings as we struggle
To live the truth within our conflicted nature,
And externally as material beings as this conflict
Plays out in wars, domestic and foreign,
As both sides struggle for survival and dominance.
It’s easy to know which side will prevail
Since one side is of Life
And the other of death.
We might be self-deluded which side we’re actually on
But in the end it will be crystal clear.
Life and death after all
Cannot be confused.
(10/12/25)
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