A garden requires patient labor and attention. Plants do not grow merely to satisfy ambitions or to fulfill good intentions. They thrive because someone expended effort on them.
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Garden of Soul
My soul’s garden must grow those plants
And trees and shrubs that yield good fruits;
Sin grows like weeds that stifle growth
Of virtues and more vices grow.
The grace of Almighty God comes
Down on soul’s garden as sun, rain,
As virtues grow in more numbers,
And sin-weeds turn a scarce member.
poem by John Celes
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Give the children an opportunity to make garden. Let them grow what they will. It matters less that they grow good plants than that they try for themselves.
quote by Liberty Hyde Bailey
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Inbred Ambitions
I remember the days,
People took their creativity seriously.
And lived to fulfill their inbred ambitions.
Today people want to participate,
More as a whim to socialize and network.
And when they stroll in late,
With excuses to make...
I am not one to appreciate it,
With a subtle delivery of comments.
And coming in smacking on gum!
And carrying snacks?
My discipline within I keep,
Will not allow me to tolerate that!
And 'please'...
Do not hold up other people's time,
By a display of 'theatrics' that lie.
That kind of disrespect,
Will get a direct sign I am more than upset!
I am clinical when I sever connections.
I remember the days,
People took their creativity seriously.
And lived to fulfill their inbred ambitions.
Today...
People are living to get the attention.
And wanting to get paid to display,
Both lack of talent and a depth of feeling...
For the craft!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Garden Lady
Her fingers long and slender
As to the rest of her
Wonder how such frailty could, labor
Seen with dirt under nails
Her drive is a better world
She has gone further
Than just a frail young woman
Her fingers long and slender
With the smell of future flowers
Soon will give you much to see
Exceeding your garden needs
The plants she sows
They are hardy
They will grow
Through heat
Through neglect
She will give you what you expect
And tell you not to neglect
Keeping them alive is nothing new
Seedlings comming through
In a secret garden
Away from the cruel....
She holds a thornless rose
Timeless and fragile
Pretty and pink
With other pastel inks
The blossoming is forever
In her heart
A model for all to know
For no other could grow
Another season begins
Life lush and green
That is her nature
Fingers long and slender
poem by Howard Johnson
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Labor is work that leaves no trace behind it when it is finished, or if it does, as in the case of the tilled field, this product of human activity requires still more labor, incessant, tireless labor, to maintain its identity as a ""work"" of man.
quote by Mary McCarthy
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When Gardens Begin To Die
When gardens begin to die
In these scorching sun and times
Where shall we go to smell flowers sweet?
When gardens die for a season
I do not see a change, I see only an end.
Some one ordered me to be pessimistic.
A flying bird comes down to my abode
And asks all of a sudden, `How are you friend? `
I tell her a lie, ` I am happy in my garden`.
The clouds have a promise to fulfill
They must break into water drops.
To let our plants live in a garden.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Conspicuous by its Absence
While tending to the garden one balmy November,
Helping my mother wash the leaves of the dust,
And gently cut off the dead branches and flowers,
Spraying the ones still seeming bright and robust…
She picked some reeds lying by her side,
Puzzled, I asked what are these for mother.
They are for the infants of the garden my child,
They need support to grow and are called climbers.
Sweet pea is one garden flower of such a family,
So I am going to use these reeds to make a trellis.
By January, despite chill the flowers will be smiling gaily,
Soft hues, translucent, capricious and sweet scented...
They are really my favourite as they have no flamboyance,
Growing them is like meditation and needs a lot of patience.
Now, in gardens, they are conspicuous by their absence,
Perhaps because we like things with zero maintenance...
To thrive, plants or relationships need love and nurture
No wonder, they wilt and have an uncertain future....
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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It had not occurred to me that marriage requires the same effort as a career. And unlike a career, marriage requires a joint effort.
quote by Jessica Savitch
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Selected to Make Decisions
So behind the eight ball.
Those that can not see the forest...
But also can not interpret the tea leaves.
Even if they had a sip of it,
They would choose to have it sweetened.
Regardless of the affects or purpose.
Or the intentions of the ingredients.
To move and advance forward,
There has to be steps made!
This requires effort.
With a fading of rhetoric.
And the saving of the paving of it.
When someone claims to be aware,
But can not see a moving truck.
Or stares at a beachball...
That hits them in the head,
Because they do not duck.
I pause for concern!
Something in their 'awareness'
A common sense has not been taught
From experiences learned.
And these are the folks who provoke without knowing.
So behind the eight ball.
Those that can not see the forest...
But also can not interpret the tea leaves.
Even if they had a sip of it,
They would choose to have it sweetened.
Regardless of the affects or purpose.
Or the intentions of the ingredients.
These are the folks who see an oncoming train.
And stand in the middle of the tracks to ask...
'If I stood here,
Would that train hit me?
And if it did...
Will I get hurt? '
And they have been selected to make decisions,
Based upon their wisdom!
To move and advance forward,
There has to be steps made!
This requires effort.
With a fading of rhetoric.
And the saving of the paving of it.
Observe situations as they are.
And not how one chooses them to be.
See clearly the obstacles!
And perceive reality...
As being something based upon concepts concrete!
It makes the living of one's life much easier.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only A Few May Know How To Turn On The Lights
How can someone be responsible,
For creating new concepts...
And beginning fresh trends.
Without one word mentioned,
Giving credit to them.
How could entire industries exist.
Or unities of communities thrive successfully...
With good intentions.
If people who initiate these foundations,
Aren't given some attention!
'You know what is said about stolen ideas? '
~No.
No I don't.~
'Anyone can steal an idea.
But a valued thought process...
Is obvious in its progress.
Anyone can build a building.
But only a few may know how to turn on the lights!
And keep them on.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Freedom requires no effort to enjoy but requires heroic efforts to preserve.
quote by Richard G. Scott
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Anyone can negatively criticize - it is the cheapest of all comment because it requires not a modicum of the effort that suggestion requires.
quote by Chuck Jones
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Riddled With Guilt
Tell me something...
Was it before or after you were conceived,
Are you accusing me of plagiarizing...
Your precious inner thoughts?
That you now wish to bring this to my attention.
Or was it after you discovered my own already existed,
Long before you could express words from your lips.
Did you assume I fathered your ambitions?
And you want me to feel riddled with guilt?
Well...
I will admit,
I do have desires to satisfy a wandering idealism.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Plants grow for all.
Man grows on plants and animals.
Animals grow on plants and animals.
Germs grow on all the three.
Plants grow for all the three.
10.07.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My Garden
I guard my gardener
Who is me, and just me.
Opening a lawn is
To grow grass with seeds alone.
My thinking is safely
Being thought by the roots
And the plants seem to be
A lot of pleasure then.
Hosing is fine this time
As well as watering.
My garden skills are best
But is my gardening
Any good, or all bad?
poem by Naveed Akram
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Fate; not the only thing to depend upon
All we have some desires
Some wishes and ambitions of our own
But when it cannot be achieved
We say, we are unlucky
But fate is not the only thing to depend upon
So why it is said 'Man is the Architect of his own fate? '
Surely there should be no doubt about it
Need to keep faith and increase our confidence level
Need hard effort and labor
As 'Industry is the key to success'
So man can achieve his desires
By not depending on fate
But by trying and working hard all time.
poem by Z.I. Mahmud
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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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Life's Garden
We all grow up in this Garden called Life,
There are many inner and outer strifes,
In the silence, in the silence,
In this beautiful Garden called Life!
There are weeds and pests in this Garden called Life,
They are know as ignorance, greed, and vice.
In the silence, in the silence,
In this beautiful Garden called Life.
Every garden needs sunshine and rain,
In this garden you will find joy and pain.
In this silence, in the silence,
In this beautiful Garden called Life!
Plant sparsely, your harvest will be a pittance,
Plant bountifully, your harvest will be munificence,
In this silence, in the silence,
In this beautiful Garden called Life!
Did you plant deeds of joy, love and peace?
Or did you drop seeds of hatred, conflict, and gloom?
The world will know by the plants' bloom.
In the silence, in the silence,
In this beautiful Garden called Life!
poem by Anna B. Kurzweil
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Personal Attention
Personal attention
a gifted child leads
Personal attention
an average child needs
Personal attention
at risk child pleads
Personal attention
an autistic child deeds
Personal attention
a parent plants the seeds
Personal attention
is what every child needs
Thus..Personal attention
is what every teacher heeds
poem by Robert John Meehan
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Each is under the most sacred obligation not to squander the material committed to him, not to sap his strength in folly and vice, and to see at the least that he delivers a product worthy the labor and cost which have been expended on him.
quote by Anna Julia Cooper
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