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All the Planted Children
All the planted children: efflorescent,
Sprout from the sofa by incandescent
Beams of smoldering cathode-ray tube light,
And emit the lobotomized delight
Of growing under the phosphorescent.
Watered and fertilized to circumvent
Safe growth with pesticides and repellents,
The grow steroid-strong almost overnight—
All the planted children.
Yet, over time, the suffusive content
Will cover them. From light, darkness ferments
And this glass box here seems so very bright.
Illuminate, desiccate then ignite
Under the virtual green house convent—
All the planted children.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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I Planted A Hand
I planted a hand
And there came up a palm,
I planted a heart
And there came up balm.
Then I planted a wish,
But there sprang a thorn,
While heaven frowned with thunder
And earth sighed forlorn.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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The Planted Seed
you cried because i said that i was leaving
you cried because you knew your heart was deceiving.
you took my love for granted
and in my heart, a seed you had planted.
that seed that you planted
made my love truly grow
but there was something that you did'nt know
that i had a free will, the same as you
and i knew just what to do.
i gathered my strength which
i had tucked inside
a strength which i knew to hide.
i broke those chains with which
you had me bound.
and turned my life completely around
the seed that you planted
had strengthened me,
to a point that i could see
that life with you would be misery.
so i leave you with a smile on my face
i walk away with dignity and grace.
poem by Louis Rams
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The Seeds Of War
When the seeds of war are sown,
hardly is it ever known
who has planted it
and what for?
Was it about
blood and gore?
When the seeds of war take root
it's hidden reasons make us mute.
Why was it planted
and by whom?
Was its purpose
doom and gloom?
When the seeds of war are grown
never is it ever shown
how it is planted
in men's mind?
How it's made them
all so blind.
When the seeds of war do thrive
many will not be alive.
They'll be planted
in false graves.
These seeds propel
how the world behaves.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Growth of a Rose
A rose has been planted in it's place
Waiting to begin it's life as a beautiful flower
A shower of rain falls on the rose
Awakening the rose from it's long slumber
Beneath the ground where this flower is planted
It's roots have started to grow out from the rain
Soon the rain has stopped and the sun shines
The warmth of the sun's rays help the rose grow
Seeing the bright rays shine from it's source
The rose begins to reach out to the sky
Finally escaping the cold dark place the flower was in
It has at last faced the bright world for the first time
Revealing it's beauty and experiencing the feeling of pure happiness
poem by Sarah Bruun
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The Pregnancy
You planted this seed in me
You nurtured and helped it grow
You shaped and molded it from head to toe
You watched it grow through the different stages
Month by month and day by day
Not knowing what you were forming
Or should I say you didn't care
You would leave me starving
Which left my baby malnourished
Shortly after it was time for my baby to be delivered
I started feeling the pains at night
Something felt strange, it just didn't seem right
I called you once again to help me
Once again you were not there
So I had to deliver this baby alone
This baby you planted in me
Month by month and day by day
You said that you'd be home today
I guess you're not
So I will deliver without you
Might not be a pleasant sight
Lots of blood and pain
Here it comes
Screaming from the pain
It hurts
Why aren't you here
The baby is now here
Look how unique it is
I shall call my baby Revenge
poem by Tonette Copes
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Garden in my inner square
I planted a vegetable garden
in the inner square opposite a mural
and next to it there are flowers that only in the morning hour
spread their cups and spiral up against every side,
where it finds a holding place and grow hillock on hillock
over every thing with purple flowers that only last a short time.
I planted a vegetable garden
in the inner square opposite a mural,
where mountains tooth out blue in the background
and field after field of purple lavender bushes stand at the front
and there’s a shop owner sending his servants on bicycles around
and at the bottom in fruitful red sand
a vegetable garden was planted by me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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A Cream In The Scoop
wise as maybe thou planted
yet! emptied for
other to grow, the ice in the making the
color of its dye
nothing has ever touch
the risen blooms
of the petal, for even the butterfly
smooth
the ground to its fully grown beautiful
flower
look as its grow, the hyacinth touches
the roots
to flow, find the dew only the moist have
it goes
be comfortable the morning is gone...
poem by Antonio Liao
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I Grow Old
I grow old I should feel the cold
I grow old I should have grey hair
I grow old I should sit and stare
I grow old I should have false teeth
I grow old I should have poor sight
I grow old I should forget to write
I grow old I should have aches and pains
I grow old I should 'stroll down memory lane'
I grow old I should walk with a stick
But as I grow old I KICK ASS!
And that's about it!
poem by Yvette Smith
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From These Genes
It is from these genes,
From which the genius beems.
It seems to create delicious dreams.
Like the juice that flows to taste familiar...
Yet so sweet.
It's too much to keep it hidden.
Or fabricate its comfort.
It's from the planted seed that's nourished.
To grow, bloom and rejoice the moment!
And it's good...
When it is seen that way!
And better when it isn't.
It is from these genes,
Within me to encourage...
Self,
With a desire to grow.
And to know what I can...
Or can not do.
If I just go ahead and do it!
To prove it to myself.
It is from these genes...
That I have taken so much for granted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What A Wonderful God
What a wonderful God we have
That love us
And at the same time we serve our God
By worshiping him and praising him
For all the things that he does for us
Like growing our food in the Summer in our gardens
With his holy hands
And by bringing the rain to water our food that we planted in our Gardens
But also bringing the sun to grow our food because our food can't Grow without the sun either
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Just Passing Through
Leave me alone please!
I can no longer tolerate your ways,
Take your silly advice away
And donate it to charity,
Instead of burdening
My delicate and forthcoming mission
With long formed cultural habits!
I have reached the point
Where you must take me
As I come to you!
I will not learn new ways
For mine are already cemented
In trust and constant love!
Like a tree first planted,
The seed of an unwilling
New generation
Left wild to grow freely
In the unrestrained air
Of the wood possessed
By a non-earthly proprietor,
Saved then and molded
Into manageable bits,
Cast off for an eternity,
Dried out of all its moisture
And tossed into eternal flames
Which never die!
I cannot be planted
Into this ground again
And be made to grow
Like anything else...
Matters once destroyed,
Will not return
To its original form
Or in the same structure!
I am a man with a vision
And a clear mission:
To spread throughout the World,
The message of Love and Peace!
I am a single soul
Just passing through
Knowing that I will be back
In another life!
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Buckwheat may be planted later than any similar crop, and often does well on old meadows or waste land that can be broken after the more exacting crops are planted.
quote by David F. Houston
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My fathers planted for me, and I planted for my children.
Stop the Game, Please!
Leave alone, please!
I cannot copy
Your methods anymore,
Take your advice away
And donate it to charity
Instead of burdening
My delicate condition
With long formed
Cultural habits...
I have reached a point
Where you must take me
Or leave me
As I come to you_
I will not learn new ways
Mine are cemented in trial
And constant error...
Like a tree first planted,
The seed of an unwilling
New generation,
Left wild to grow freely
In the unrestrained air
Of a wood possessed
By no earthly proprietor,
Out, saved, molded
Into manageable bits,
Cast off for an eternity
And dry out all its life-
Preserving moisture and tossed
Inconsiderately into flames
Which never dies...
Consumed in the name of necessity,
Practicality burned, scorched,
Poked at and reduced to ashes...
I cannot be planted
In this ground again
And be made to grow into anything,
Anymore I can nurture a warm home-
Matter, once destroyed,
Will not return
In the same structure!
I will appear again,
Immaterial and immortal
For the body dies
But never the soul...
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Summer Was A Bummer
(hank coochran/dean dillon)
Hello mary ann
Cant tell you how good it is to see you again
Hows your mother and your brother
Have you still got that ol dog?
Well Im not so fine, tell me what was college like in caroline
Sure you really want to know
Well heres the way without you goes
Summer was a bummer
A no good for nothing fall and the winter brought a lot of snow
We had a bumper crop planted & it all got washed away in the floods worst
Weather ever
Without you around there wasnt any love to grow
Youre kiddin me, youre really moving back here finally
Well thats great, the same place
Do you know what youre numbers gonna be?
How bout tonight?
Right nows just fine with me, right nows just right
You know I still do, even when I didnt hear from you all last year
Summer was a bummer
And a no good for nothing fall & the winter brought a lot of snow
But we got a bumper crop planted & granted I dont know a whole lot about
The
Weather
But one thing I do know, with you back around
A whole lotta loves gonna grow
Hello mary ann
song performed by by Wade Hayes
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I Grow Old
i grow old, i grow old
i shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled
and steal from TS Eliot
thinking no-one knows
i grow old, i grow old
i shall cease to do what i am told
and stay in bed till sunset
when the weather gets too cold
i grow old, i grow old
i shall only wear my crumpled clothes
and look disdainfully at others
when they roll up their nose
i grow old, i grow old
i shall watch events unfold
and take a greater pleasure
in an elder statesman role.
i grow old, i grow old
i shall never play lawn bowls
and never will watch cricket
that's too boring for the soul.
i grow old, i grow old
but i shall never be so bold
as to admonish others
when my views they do not hold.
poem by David Keig
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I want it said of me by those who knew me best, that I always plucked a thistle and planted a flower where I thought a flower would grow.
quote by Abraham Lincoln
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Die when I may, I want it said by those who knew me best that I always plucked a thistle and planted a flower where I thought a flower would grow.
quote by Abraham Lincoln
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Grow
Grow.
Difficult it is.
And in the doing,
It is magical too.
If you,
Allow yourself to grow.
And not gloat upon your sensitivities.
With emotions on your sleeve to show.
Slow and determine,
To acquire knowledge.
And not upon it sit.
Become more inquisitive...
About life as it exists.
Don't permit,
Given criticisms to stop your quest.
The more that is learned,
The more of them...
May just manifest.
Grow.
It will become easy to be embittered,
By all that appears stagnant.
But a patience that develops,
Will within you begin to navigate...
Over obstacles and things that irritate.
You can and will,
Grow.
Show it with defined purpose.
Grow.
Don't fear ignorance.
Grow.
Overcome it like hopping a fence.
You can and will,
Grow.
Don't sit and bemoan your fate.
Grow.
Ignorance is not bliss.
Grow,
Ignorance can twist,
An unconscious mind into bits!
You can and will,
Grow.
Like a flower that blooms.
And reaches towards the sky.
Grow.
Do not deny it as life passes you by!
Grow.
Learn to fly and soar!
You can and will,
Grow.
Make opportunities for yourself,
And unlock...
All of those locked up doors,
You allowed to close before.
You can and will,
Grow.
Difficult it is.
Grow.
And in the doing.
Grow.
You can and will,
Grow.
It is magical too.
Grow.
If you decide to...
Grow.
Grow.
Grow.
Allow yourself to grow.
And not gloat upon your sensitivities.
With emotions on your sleeve to show.
You can and will,
Grow!
And let that be your mission.
Grow.
Knowing it is your ammunition.
Grow.
You can and will,
Grow.
Grow.
Grow!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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