I also like to garden. I grow things, vegetables, flowers... I particularly like orchids. I raise orchids.
quote by Beau Bridges
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Delightful Orchids
The delicate beautiful blossoms
Taken from Mother Nature’s folds
So delightful and soft are the colors
And so rare as we watch them unfold
They are intricate and truly charming
Their design is extremely unique
They have distinctive little faces too
Once they have reached their peak
The Orchids are the top of the line
When it comes to all the flowers
But they need extra tending to be
As fresh as the noon-day showers
It is so amazing to see a flower
As complex as these Orchids are
They brighten up a green house
And are the classiest flower by far
So if you get the chance, folks
To observe this flower some time
Look at the huge assortment of
The loveliest flower you can find!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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River Of Orchids
Hey!
I heard the dandelions roar in piccadilly circus
I heard the dandelions roar in piccadilly circus
Take a packet of seeds
Take yourself out to play
I want to see river of orchids where we had a motorway
Push your car from the road
Push your car from the road
Just like a mad dog youre chasing your tail in a circle
Just like a mad dog youre chasing your tail in a circle
Its all in your back yard
Youve the whole world at your feet
I said the grass is always greener when it bursts up through concrete
Push your car from the road
Push your car from the road
River of orchids winding our way
Want to walk into london on my hands one day
River of orchids the road overgrows
Want to walk into london smelling like a peckham beggar rose
Just like a mad dog youre chasing your tail in a circle
Just like a mad dog youre chasing your tail in a circle
Its all in your back yard
Youve the whole world at your feet
I said the grass is always greener when it bursts up through concrete
I had a dream where the car is reduced to a fossil
I had a dream where the car is reduced to a fossil
Take a packet of seeds
Get yourself out to play
I want to see river of orchids where we had a motorway
Push your car... | its all in your back yard...
Push your car... | take a packet of seeds...
River of orchids winding my way
Want to walk into london on my hands one day
River of orchids the road overgrows
Want to walk into london smelling like a peckham rose
River of orchids... | I heard the dandelions...
River of orchids... | just like a mad dog...
River of orchids... | I had a dream...
River of orchids... | I heard the dandelions...
song performed by by Xtc
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The most beautiful flowers
Honey, do you know which are the most beautiful flowers?
There are not the roses, not the carnations,
not the gladioli or the peonies...
There are not the orchids or the chrysanthemums...
The most beautiful flowers
are the...irises in your eyes!
poem by Viorel Vintila
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People come and go
Moving away
To new places
Looking for conformity
I am here
Allured by the sweet scent
Of sampaguita
On this mountain
Of tranquility
And like the tender
Flowers of Dove Orchids
Clinging to
The barks tenaciously
I have decided
To stay.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Have Decided To Stay Choosing Tranquility
People come and go
Moving away
To new places
Looking for conformity
I am here
Allured by this sweet scent
Of champacas
In this mountain
Of contented tranquility
And like the tender
Flowers of dove
Orchids
Clinging to
The barks tenaciously
I have decided
To stay.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Garden Fantasy
gossamer wings of dragonflies
platinum petals of tanzanite tulips
sapphire daisies, ruby roses,
million flowers of mandarin garnets
red silk wings of butterflies
diamond-studded lilies of the valley
peridot grasses alexandrite dews
garnet violets aquamarine carnations
quarts crocus chrysoberyl chrysanthemums
opal orchids coral daffodils
metallic fantasies
of an imaginary garden
eventually your heart is missing
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In the Garden, With My Father
It is spring.
As in my garden, I stand.
In the garden -
My father is there;
... though long since gone...
He IS there.
I tend to the weeds,
The veggies and flowers...
He is there.
I never understood him
(as I should have, could have) ...
Until now,
Here, in the garden.
Where I, like he, work the soil.
I've come just recently
(these last few years)
To enjoy and love my garden so.
- I am not as surprised afterall, as I would have thought,
To find him here.
Here, in the garden.
He loved his garden very much.......
I - at that early age of restless youth - had no use
For such slow moving things.
But now, I see, and myself move, at a much slower pace.
Therefore, it is him I am here and now able to see,
In the garden.
Watching it all grow, so peacefully.
It is somewhat sad, that now,
When I can no longer tell him,
I understand.
For I have come to find... I love the garden too,
Just as much as he;
And we both always will.
My father - standing in the garden -
I now know.
After all these long years.
And I've missed him so;
But, how wonderful to find,
He IS here...
In the garden, our garden,
Always, with me.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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My Silence Shall Be
i find this in the forest of trees
long trees, shady, such that what you can see
are only shadows of leaves
and what you hear is only the sound of the wind
choked between tight walls,
this is my silence,
moist, and soft, between a growth of wild
ferns
rotten leaves heaps and heaps of
rotten leaves
layer after layer of rotten leaves
thick and pushed still to the roots
smashed to the ground
some seeds from the oaks
or maybe from the flowers of the orchids
or some sweet fruits and red berries fall
in there
and they begin to grow
rich as humus is this soil down
the darkness of this forest,
this is my silence
deep inside me
moist, rotten, but soon
lots shall grow
seeds turning into sprouts
to trees again
perhaps taller than ever
some fruits so sweet and colored and shiny
some flowers scented and so lovely,
this my silence
shall be, i am keeping it for years
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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my silence shall be
i find this in the forest of trees
long trees, shady, such that what you can see
are only shadows of leaves
and what you hear is only the sound of the wind
choked between tight walls,
this is my silence,
moist, and soft, between a growth of wild
ferns
rotten leaves heaps and heaps of
rotten leaves
layer after layer of rotten leaves
thick and pushed still to the roots
smashed to the ground
some seeds from the oaks
or maybe from the flowers of the orchids
or some sweet fruits and red berries fall
in there
and they begin to grow
rich as humus is this soil down
the darkness of this forest,
this is my silence
deep inside me
moist, rotten, but soon
lots shall grow
seeds turning into sprouts
to trees again
perhaps taller than ever
some fruits so sweet and colored and shiny
some flowers scented and so lovely,
this my silence
shall be, i am keeping it for years
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In the spring garden
In the spring garden
~
In the spring garden
Birds sing and chatter
While flowers raise their heads
To greet the morning sun
A garden filled with colour bright
A garden which now fills with life
The bee and the butterfly hover
From flower to flower gathering nectar
Seeding the flowers blossom
Throughout the spring garden
The dew glistens upon the grass
While the wind gently rolls in the tree
All the world slowly waking
Soon to this bounty of great beauty
Every hue from natures pallet
Is here free for all to see
In the spring garden
poem by Matthew Holloway
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wild orchids
the smile of
village girls
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Attracting the bees
Trapping and releasing them
Orchids need bee males.
haiku by Marieta Maglas
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Flowers Galore
Are there not flowers like the rose,
Those look prettier and smell better?
Yet, people do not prefer them,
Nor nurture them in tonnes for use.
Are there not flowers in the wild,
With gorgeous looks and perfumes great,
Whose birth is known to herds that graze?
God only knows why they are there!
Are there not flowers hidden well,
In forests deep and dense and dark,
But are found rarely like orchids,
Those look so splendid to the eye?
Are there not flowers raised in fields
Or found in meadows, lawns so green,
And sold as garlands for deities,
Or strewn on tombs and cemeteries?
And yet, some cannot even bud
Or blossom into flowers big;
While some get trampled under feet,
A few adorn altars of God!
Galore are flowers that we see,
Whose hues, shapes, sizes vary much;
God makes each petal, leaf and bud
With beauty that no words can tell.
Each one bears witness to God’s pow’r,
And smiles with freshness with each shower;
Each one is beautiful a flow’r;
And decks the planet earth’s bower!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-19-2008
poem by John Celes
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11: 53 In The Evening
goodnight to you my blue butterfly
i have to go now
back to my leafy friends in the mountains
now that you are still angry at me
i, this red dragonfly
have to take my hiding in the forest
i shall pass my night there
in the middle of exotic orchids
with all my lovely, wild flowers
goodnight to you my blue butterfly
i shall not say 'i love you' anymore
you don't believe me, - am i a boar?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A vegetable garden in the beginning looks so promising and then after all little by little it grows nothing but vegetables, nothing, nothing but vegetables.
quote by Gertrude Stein
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Our Marriage Is Our Garden
Our marriage is our garden.
I want our garden to be beautiful.
With lush green grass,
With fragrant and colourful flowers.
A place of solace.
A place of peace.
A place of love.
Our garden must be watered.
Not watered too much.
As that would saturate the ground.
Not watered too little.
As that would leave the plants wilted.
And our grass barren.
But regularly.
So the flowers can stand tall
It must be weeded.
It must be maintained.
It must be loved.
We will plant seeds in our garden.
For new life makes any garden more beautiful and diverse.
We can harvest the fruit trees, but our harvest is limited
If we eat all the fruit too quick,
Then we must wait until the next harvest to eat again.
If we don't pick the fruit when it is right, it will spoil.
Our harvest is for our family.
If I eat all the fruit myself, then they will starve.
If we eat too much we will get sick.
If we eat what we are supposed to, then we will be healthy.
If we do not monitor the fruit,
Then someone might eat more than their share.
If we do not stand guard in our garden,
A thief might come into the garden to steal our fruit.
The fruit for our family.
For their garden must be barren and their crops have spoiled.
Our garden will stand the test of all seasons.
As all gardens do.
Another garden will also experience the same seasons.
Just at different times.
All gardens face rain.
All gardens get sun.
It is the rain that nourishes the garden and helps it's life to grow.
But our garden must be maintained regularly.
Only artificial things require no maintenance.
The artificial has no life.
It is fake, it is plastic.
Our garden needs to be real.
So life may grow and continue to grow.
So one day our children can enjoy a garden of their own.
For them and their children.
May their garden be overflowing with life and love.
And be the most beautiful garden in the world.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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We Are The Vegetables
Well I've got this feeling in the back of my head
I feel like making someone's face turn red
Learning bike's and ditto vices
Try to look bored and your going places
We are the vegetables
We are the vegetables
We are the vegetables
We are the vegetables
Some music is playing by metal gazers
It's gone through the stage where everyone makes it
Do you think that we're not good
All I really know is I think you should
We are the vegetables
We are the vegetables
We are the vegetables
We are the vegetables
Well I've got this feeling in the back of my head
I feel like making someone's face turn red
Learning bikes and ditto vices
Try to look bored and your going places
We are the vegetables
We are the vegetables
We are the vegetables
We are the
We are the
We Are The Vegetables
Submitted by Michael Hack
song performed by by INXS
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At Baia
I should have thought
in a dream you would have brought
some lovely, perilous thing,
orchids piled in a great sheath,
as who would say (in a dream),
"I send you this,
who left the blue veins
of your throat unkissed."
Why was it that your hands
(that never took mine),
your hands that I could see
drift over the orchid-heads
so carefully,
your hands, so fragile, sure to lift
so gently, the fragile flower-stuff--
ah, ah, how was it
You never sent (in a dream)
the very form, the very scent,
not heavy, not sensuous,
but perilous--perilous--
of orchids, piled in a great sheath,
and folded underneath on a bright scroll,
some word:
"Flower sent to flower;
for white hands, the lesser white,
less lovely of flower-leaf,"
or
"Lover to lover, no kiss,
no touch, but forever and ever this."
poem by Hilda Doolittle
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I miss the green of my world
I miss the green of my world
I miss the green of muria
The huge trees spread
Everywhere I sight
T miss the green of my front of garden
Where the flower blossom
Roses, jasmines, orchids, and another
I miss the bird
Singing, shouting in the morning
I miss the sun
The morning rising
The warm in my skin
I miss my
Kadilangu, feb/o3/o8
poem by Khoirun Niam
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Requisates
Of the moon,
Of the wind,
Of the frozen sea,
As ice, be thou,
As evening dew,
As the icicle,
As unsunned snow,
As orchids I shall bring to you-
To me if you are not these
What care I how you be
I shall know tranquillity.
poem by Harry Crosby
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