So maybe I can go back to being a Gardeners' World addict again.
quote by Ken Thompson
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The Power Of Prayer
The addict trembled, terrified,
Death stared him in the face
And that poor soul was mesmerised,
Transfixed in that one place,
No will to move, not left or right,
With nowhere inbetween,
A dreadful Twilight Zone in sight,
The like he'd never seen...
The addict gulped, held back his tears,
As Death displayed its form,
As Death's wings stretched behind his ears
And he felt cold not warm...
And then Death laughed with utmost glee,
One victim on its mind,
One victim from this life set free
To leave this world behind...
The addict prayed in Jesus name,
For mercy, peace, joy, love
And Death stood back, not quite the same,
As God began to shove...
The man still prayed, his eyes still closed,
Regardless, unaware
That God defended and opposed
In answer to his prayer...
The addict sensed God intervened,
Somehow new life began,
With Death no more the awesome fiend
Because God had a plan...
Thus Jesus saved the man from Death,
From judgment and from Hell...
God's Son... Jesus of Nazareth!
What stories He could tell...
poem by Denis Martindale
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All gardeners know better than other gardeners.
Addiction Scream Banshee Warning
flushing life cells
down addict toilet
prime life gift spoil pit...
waste beauty vitality
swift age addict banshee
slitting veins never curse free...
life gift visions goals
should pursuit honoured be
appointee addict plea escapee...
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Addict will always be there, forever. I am an addict. That's just the way it is.
quote by Daniel Baldwin
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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City-Dweller
I look through the city with pride,
It compels me with lawmaking,
The gardens are full of employers,
They are gardeners of the gardeners.
We are plenty of times in love with this city,
The district loves me and my company.
Inventing lies on the city is dastardly,
Just view it with the naked eyes and absorb the company.
Maybe the city of all cities can wink a few times,
Calling the angels to visit, with the keys to the city.
poem by Naveed Akram
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There Is...
There is...discrimination.
And there is...denial,
On trial.
There is...racists in places.
There is...faces of hate.
And there is...people who fake it,
To celebrate the waste.
And there is...division.
There is...much of it seen.
And there is...violence and crime.
And folks out of minds.
There is...homeless and hungry.
Those jobless who struggle,
And muzzle their pain.
With nothing but strain and those gains down the drain.
AND THERE IS...doubt and confusion.
THERE IS...shared misery.
And if no one has known this...
They don't wish to see.
Because it is there...
As clear as can be!
There is...love everywhere!
And if people don't know that...
They wont and don't care!
There is...fixes to mend this.
And when that time comes...
All grief will be lifted.
Admitted,
And sent...
Drifting away!
Like an addict that's had it...
To send this away.
Like an addict that's had it...
To send this away.
Like an addict that's had it...
With a habit that's bad.
To send this away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm Sick Of It
I'm sick, sick, sick of cigarette addiction
I'm sick of movies and their dishonest depiction
That smoking is glamorous, sophisticated and cool
When what it really is is something that rules
The cigarette addict from morning to night
And all the hours in between, they can never take flight
From the constant nagging fear that they must inhale the fumes
Of a deadly poison that will lead them to their doom
A cigarette addict can barely do a thing
Without a cigarette, it's got them on a string
They have to smoke it now, it just cannot wait
And then, another and another, they've really taken the bait
A cigarette addict is as helpless as a lamb
On a frosty hillside with no mother to keep it warm
Their mind is so confused that they actually believe
A cigarette is their saviour, they are so deceived
(Sydney, Australia - 2003)
poem by Alessandra Liverani
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Unlock That Box!
Everybody knows.
You're behind closed doors.
Wishing to live a life you hide.
But afraid to step outside.
So...
Unlock that box!
You like to peep but get on out.
Too many people keep their wishes swept away.
To have their walls upon them fall...
As they dry to rot and fade.
Unlock that box!
Get out and walk the block.
And stop playing the game with life,
Of love or love me not.
Everybody knows.
You're behind closed doors.
Wishing to live a life you hide.
But afraid to step outside.
So...
Unlock that box!
Or...
Get somebody who will prove,
That you can move and do it!
Don't be neurotic you can do something about it.
Unlock that box.
Why you choose to be neurotic.
Unlock that box.
You can do something about it.
Unlock that box.
You're like an addict on narcotics.
And everybody knows you're there behind closed doors.
Unlock that box.
Why you choose to be neurotic.
Unlock that box.
You can do something about it.
Unlock that box.
You're like an addict on narcotics.
Unlock that box.
Why you choose to be neurotic.
Unlock that box.
You're like an addict on narcotics.
Unlock that box!
You can do something about it.
Unlock that box!
You're hypnotized and neurotic.
Unlock that box.
You're like an addict on narcotics.
Unlock that box!
You're hypnotized and neurotic.
Unlock that box.
You're like an addict on narcotics.
Unlock that box!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lord Buddha
Buddha roared like a lion
and thundered upon the world
the message of love and karunaa
Buddha was as loving as the kangaroo
He wanted to carry the groaning world
in the bag close to her belly
to reach them to nirvaana
Buuddha showed up in the world
as if from nowhere
just as a snake does
Buddha hit the world with his fangs
and then suddenly disappeared from the world
just as a snake does
Was he real or was he a figment
of the ailing earths dream
Was the world drug addict?
Did the world drink hemlock to drains
to make a Buddha in its own image?
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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The New Drug
I feel these demons
Welling up in my chest
They scream release
Yet I lay weeping knowing what they take
What they steal
Just one breath
I know what this breath leads to
An immersed hell
Water diluted red
My arms left broken slashed, scarred
Pain is the new drug
Only an addict knows a drug addict’s loss
The loss and all it costs
What is gained
But release
poem by Patrick Tincher
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I admire the world of the books and the characters that she's created, but I'm not an addict of Harry Potter. I don't feel possessive about it.
quote by Ralph Fiennes
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Me
I hear you talk about your family life
I wish I knew just what that means
I guess my mother never loved my dad
And now I wear it on my sleeve
My sister called me just the other day
It felt so good to hear her voice
My problem is I dont have much to say
I guess she doesnt have a choice, and Im sorry
Look at me Im so pathetic
I cant believe Im just an addict
Ive never needed anyone to help me
Im begging you to please come save me from myself, save me from my...
My mothers always tried to change herself
She never learned to let things be
She doesnt know how bad she messed me up
cause now she seems so fake to me but I love her
Look at me Im so pathetic
I cant believe Im just an addict
Ive never needed anyone to help me
Im begging you to please come save me from myself, save me from myself
If you push me then I wont fall
Ive been programmed to take it all
And shove it way down inside
Like my father (2x)
Im so pathetic
I cant believe Im just an addict
Ive never needed anyone to help me (Im failing it)
Im begging you to please come save me from myself
I hear you talk about your family life
I wish I knew just what that means
song performed by by Staind
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Help us to be ever faithful gardeners of the spirit, who know that without darkness nothing comes to birth, and without light nothing flowers.
quote by May Sarton
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Iago: Virtue? A fig! 'Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners.
line from Othello, Act I, Scene 3 by William Shakespeare (1603)
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Happy, finally
Happy, finally
~
Happy, finally
Now in a better situation
Romantically linked
Smiling like an addict
Slightly paranoid
Protective of this feeling
Counting the luck
Praying it wont change
There is no reason
No doubts say otherwise
Trust is instilled
Full faith into another
How magic love is
To switch the mind set
Smiling like an addict
High on its fix
Happy finally
Romantically linked
poem by Matthew Holloway
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We have inherited an incredibly beautiful and complex garden, but the trouble is that we have been appallingly bad gardeners. We have not bothered to acquaint ourselves with the simplest principles of gardening. By neglecting our garden, we are storing up for ourselves, in the not very distant future, a world catastrophe as bad as any atomic war, and we are doing it with all the bland complacency of an idiot child chopping up a Rembrandt with a pair of scissors.
quote by Gerald Durrell
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Gardeners are good at nurturing, and they have a great quality of patience, they're tender. They have to be persistent.
quote by Ralph Fiennes
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Your Troubles?
Your troubles?
You fed upon them to addict.
Aches and pains you carry to bear?
Your stubbornness ensured,
They would remain right there.
You listened but did not take,
Advice and suggestions...
From others you believed irritated.
And now you've discovered,
Those 'pity pits' you face...
Will not go away.
To be with you as if to stay.
Your troubles?
You fed upon them to addict.
Aches and pains you carry to bear?
Your stubbornness ensured,
They would remain right there.
Leaving those who once cared...
Not to!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Validating In Paraded Celebration
An inability to take risks.
And finding a comfort in this,
Leads not to a broadening of one's awareness.
But a growth of insecurities.
One believes by others should be received,
As an exception of character.
And eventually perceived as a life lived by them to be.
With a simple dismissing,
Of this as a blemish.
To allow an achievement,
Of accepted stagnation.
As a flaw of one's personality.
One born without the ability to correct.
As if an ignored deformity much like a birth defect.
Leaving those exposed to it...
Happily feeding its existence.
And validating,
In paraded celebration...
Cheerfully enabling an addict with a fix.
And acknowledging this,
That addict awaits for it to daily get.
'We love you just the way you are.
Unchanged.
As if we were all still in high school.
And 'you' keep us feeling that way.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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First Clown: There is no ancient gentleman but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers: they hold up Adam’s profession.
line from Hamlet, Act V, Scene 1 by William Shakespeare (1599)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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