I've always felt that you can't do much wrong in a garden providing you enjoy it.
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I've always felt, in all my books, that there's a deep decency in the American people and a native intelligence - providing they have the facts, providing they have the information.
quote by Studs Terkel
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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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Is There Anything Wrong In The Wanting of This?
Is there anything wrong,
In providing an environment...
In which one prefers quietness,
Than the conflicts of daily argument.
Is there anything wrong with not wanting this?
Especially if it comes to one who has invested,
In the elimination of certain relationships...
That did not fit to mix,
With a growth that is felt matched up with.
Is there anything wrong with not wanting this?
I hope not.
I would hate to be the one to admit,
The happiness I have that has arrived...
Means nothing more than a mirage described.
When I know...
On the other side of a door I turn my key,
Peace and harmony is there to greet me.
And I,
Can sit and eat.
To fall asleep,
Butt naked if I choose to.
Is there anything wrong in the wanting of this?
I hope not.
I would hate to be the one to admit,
The happiness I have that has arrived...
Means nothing more than a mirage described.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Olfactory Satisfaction
The Honeysuckle and the Rose.
Perfume my garden differently.
There also my Sweet William grows.
Night scented stock abundantly.
Providing pleasure for my nose.
As well as beauty I can see.
I'm satisfied with flowers I chose.
I can enjoy them peacefully.
When day is done I meditate
Upon the pleasure which they bring.
Their scents combining to create.
A perfect sense of well being.
Natures aromatherapy.
Appears to work effectively.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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A Beauty of Love!
I enjoy beauty of star studded night sky;
I enjoy beauty of harmonious waves of sea;
I enjoy beauty of peaceful living of people;
I enjoy beauty of natural poems of poets!
Beauty of human life I enjoy in all forms;
Beauty of fun loving children I enjoy often;
Beauty of smiling flowers I enjoy in garden;
Beauty of art work I enjoy in all forms ever!
World is full of beauty Nature bestows to all;
World is paradise due to love and beauty ever;
World is the abode of man's cultural refinement;
World is the spring board to heaven at the end!
Beauty of love is eternal for all to enjoy in life
Evolving animal into man and man into divine!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Not less struggle
It can be felt only by mother
No creature on earth or any other
She has direct blood relation
Joy and happiness is felt with elation
Mother will weep
Take care and keep
Always to her chest
And deliver the best
Even if child has come for short stay
It was only means for her to find way
Motherhood to perfection with joy
She has only to express and enjoy
All babies are god's gift
We can feel bitter or have shift
We are helpless for untimely death
Only must have some belief and faith
Babies are like flower in garden
We call them dearly as children
Unhappiness disappear in moment
As they are gift and heavenly sent
Love and enjoy even if they stay
For less period and go away
Take as much care as possible
To attain parenthood is not less than any struggle
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Love Should Never Feel Like This
Somebody told me love's a beautiful thing
And when I found it all the bells would just ring
The sun would shine and all the birds would sing
Then I met you
I searched the planet for that magical girl
I walked a million miles all over the world
I found the oysters, but never the pearls.
Then I met you...
I can't eat
I can't sleep
I feel sick
I'm so weak
Love should never feel like this
I must be doing something wrong
I've never felt this way before
Walk in the bathroom and I take a deep breath
Look in the mirror and it scares me to death
Look like a junkie that's been strung out on meth
Since I met you
I can't eat
I can't sleep
I feel sick
I'm so weak
Love should never feel like this
I must be doing something wrong
I've never felt this way before
Love should never feel like this
I must be doing something wrong
I never felt this way before
Oh, ignorance was always bliss
Love should never feel like this
Love should never, ever feel like this
I've never felt this way before
I must be doing something wrong
No, Love should never, ever feel like this
I must be doing something wrong
I've never, ever felt this way before
What's wrong with me!
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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In My Secret Garden
In my secret garden...,
I shall present to you the things that I enjoy privately the most.
In my secret garden...,
I shall present to you the most horrible times of my life.
In my secret garden...,
I shall tell you who I love.
In my secret garden...,
I shall share with you the most happiest times I have ever known.
In my secret garden...,
I share both my political and personal opinions.
In my secret garden...,
The stories will not always rhyme or make sense at the time.
In my secret garden...,
Their will be ramblings that one will not be able to understand.
In my secret garden...,
Their will be questions unanswered.
In my secret garden...,
Grows a tree.
Only time will tell if it is truly meant be.
The flow destiny.
Riddled with flaws that cause a due pause.
A hesitation in a time of meditation.
Will it reveal a revelation?
With time as the contemplation.
I leave to you nothing but mere thoughts.
Straight from both my head and heart.
With patients as my virtue, I still might never have my true start.
A unfinished, undocumented, and incomplete works.
Even with the greatest dedication I still at times get stuck.
It is as much a mental block as rotten luck.
I've always said it comes waves.
And it does, I can't turn it on and off as I like.
It chooses when and where.
I write both in love and in despair.
Some times this leaves the dependability up in the air.
But it will not stop me from living as one lives.
To take in the moment, draw it on a canvas, and describe it as my own.
Most of the time I do this all alone.
For theirs something wrong with me.
I enjoy my silence.
I enjoy my seclusion.
I enjoy my indifference.
Wrong as it is, I think I've been hurt just too many times.
To go back and make the right friends to make a better ending.
My happily ever after has always been disaster.
And I credit no fault but to my own doing.
I will never live upon a such a lie or illusion.
I was a fool with a big heart.
And now I am a fool with no heart.
Nothing in between so it seems.
A redemption that will not be redeemed.
In many ways I have come clean.
Rid my soul of the guilt of a lot of dirty deeds.
In this I feel better no matter what is achieved.
Goals to high, and I just can never focus on one thing.
A master nothing but the emptiness I have created for myself.
Like a bed in which I have been forever in a slumber.
So many ask so much of me.
And it gets so complicated
It's like take number.
A overwhelming feeling.
I'm swamped and I'm making a little to nothing in headway.
With this my lord I pray you will take me to a different place.
One where I fit in to the common race.
An ugly uniqueness, in which I'm sure any compliments shouldn't be given.
Trying to make so many decisions.
Which ones matter the most?
Triage upon a battle field.
So many wounded soldiers.
Will I ever be able to bring them enough closure.
Just let tide take me back out to the ocean.
Float away into the unknown and uncharted waters.
Just maybe there it will be a little calmer.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Being A Mother First
What is wrong with being a mother first?
What is wrong with putting your children first?
What is wrong with providing, a loving caring, nurturing home?
What is wrong with giving, an abundance, of love and security?
What is wrong with putting husband, children and home first,
so that family life and family, will be strong and thrive?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I Have Laid My Bed
Love on the ice and music on the run,
Your love is better than my wages!
And i have laid my bed like the American Garden,
So wake up and come to me my sweet one.
The dead line is near but,
You need the African Garden to enjoy your mind with;
For out of Asia came the Asian Garden of love to touch your soul.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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In The Garden
The streets are always wet with rain
After a summer shower when I saw you standin
In the garden in the garden wet with rain
You wiped the teardrops from your eye in sorrow
As we watched the petals fall down to the ground
And as I sat beside you I felt the
Great sadness that day in the garden
And then one day you came back home
You were a creature all in rapture
You had the key to your soul
And you did open that day you came back to the garden
The olden summer breeze was blowin on your face
The light of God was shinin on your countenance divine
And you were a violet colour as you
Sat beside your father and your mother in the garden
The summer breeze was blowin on your face
Within your violet you treasure your summery words
And as the shiver from my neck down to my spine
Ignited me in daylight and nature in the garden
And you went into a trance
Your childlike vision became so fine
And we heard the bells inside the church
We loved so much
And felt the presence of the youth of
Eternal summers in the garden
And as it touched your cheeks so lightly
Born again you were and blushed and we touched each other lightly
And we felt the presence of the christ
And I turned to you and I said
No guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the father in the garden
No guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the father and the
Son and the holy ghost
In the garden wet with rain
No guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature and the holy ghost
In the garden, in the garden, wet with rain
No guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the father in the garden
song performed by by Van Morrison
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I Plucked A Rose From A Garden Green......
By Murtaza Abt
I plucked a rose from a garden green,
Of beauty never felt or seen,
Hoping that it would never wilt,
And always be as always been.
I plucked a rose from a garden green,
with a happy blissful heart,
And promised i would hold it tight,
And never would we part.
I plucked a rose from a garden green,
But little did i know,
That not in endless love and care,
But gardens do they grow.
I plucked a rose from a garden green,
And took it home with me,
But little did it stay the way,
The way t'was meant to be.
I plucked a rose from a garden green,
And it began to grieve,
Over gardens green and meadows lush,
As it was sad to leave.
I plucked a rose from a garden green,
And it began to wilt,
And wither in that unknown land,
it filled my heart with guilt.
I plucked a rose from a garden green,
And it began to die,
For happiness i had only asked,
But i began to cry.
....................................
I have p L ucked y O u from a garden green,
Your beauty i VE never felt or seen,
Hoping that YOU will never wilt,
And always be as always been.
09/Nov/09
poem by Murtaza Abt
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A Key To Happiness
There’s nothing wrong if people desire
Having most of the things in life
But what is wrong is to have lust
Craving for more, don’t enjoy what they have
We always pray for a happy life
If God hears you and grant what you’ve asked
Enjoy these blessings and be satisfied enough
If you care for others, then sharing is not bad
We may experience sometimes
God seems to not have ears, He can’t hear us
Don’t feel bad, we must believe and trust
God knows if we deserve it or not
Those who want to enjoy life
Feel contented and be satisfied with what you have
Don’t compare yourselves with others’ lives
This will steal your happiness and you’ll be sad
poem by Rose de Ramar
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My Life Has Become What It Is
It 'use' to matter to me,
The days of the week.
How many hours I got of sleep.
My privacy and what I felt was discreet.
But as age creeps upon me rapidly,
Those many experiences I've had...
That are now lived as fact,
My life has become what it is.
And I enjoy it.
No longer do I feel,
I have a need to make adjustments.
Or explain to anyone,
What it is I 'have' or 'have not' done.
The proof has been in my doing.
Whether negative or positive,
Or with feelings felt that were indifferent.
My life has become what it is.
And I enjoy it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Science fiction readers probably have the gene for novelty, and seem to enjoy a cascade of invention as much as a writer enjoys providing one.
quote by Walter Jon Williams
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Always, Univocally Right
It seems I have missed the beauty of this day
at least I have learnt self righteous anger and
blame directed at me make me see the error
of my ways while creating no desire for
improvement, to the contrary
Instils a wish to persist in so called unacceptable
behaviour, no feeling of guilt, only an evil wish to
do the wrong thing again; you snarled at me for
not fulfilling my duty, not providing dinner for
anybody, saying how disappointed you felt
How inconsiderate my behaviour, I sympathised with
your self righteous anger and I still do, three pain pills
made me calm enough to listen to everything you say
with equanimity, given that fatigue and lack of sleep
have no value in arguing my case
You are always, univocally right, this is what I like
about you, you believe in yourself, even when I
know you are wrong; such self confidence is
worth ever so much humiliation
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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I'm looking forward to providing the men of Seattle with an evening where they can kick back, light up a cigar and enjoy a night to themselves. Women, we can't technically keep you out, but please stay at home.
quote by Tom Leykis
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If cooking becomes an art form rather than a means of providing a reasonable diet, then something is clearly wrong.
Running Through The Garden
Until she herself...
Became the deadliest poison
As she grew older
Until she herself
Became just as fatal
As her garden...
So you run toward...
What you know is wrong
But there are too many flowers...
To cut down
With all the love that I have for your life
With all the love that I have for your life
Never did I mean to imprison you
In my garden
Like I am imprisoned
Never did I mean to imprison you
In my garden
Like I am imprisoned
Until she herself
Became the deadliest poison
As she grew older
Until she herself
Became just as fatal
As the garden
So you run toward
What you know is wrong
But there are too many flowers...
To cut down
With all the love that I have for your life
With all the love that I have for your life
Dont trust me...
Never did I mean to imprison you
In my garden
Like I am imprisoned
Never did I mean to imprison you
In my garden
Like I am imprisoned
Never did I mean to imprison you
(running though the garden)
In my garden
(running through the garden)
Straight toward...
(running through the garden)
There are too many flowers to cut down
(brilliant colors)
With all the love that I have for your life...
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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The whole period has taught me that I enjoy being part of an ensemble rather than just a front man. Don't get me wrong - I enjoy that too, but I get more enjoyment out of really listening to everyone.
quote by Damon Albarn
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