Clothes
Your clothes
Emanate
A fragrance
Of love
That I
Cannot even
Find in the
Garden's
Alcove.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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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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Less’er Love, And A Rose, In My Garden
I am gardener…. I prune, sheer… at times
…at times I have lesser love
And in less is more, very much more
…………….and there is this garden
..the garden, ours by the Grace of the Life Force, supreme God
..there is this Rose, and those Roses there… all chose a place to be
I, the Gardner choose the blooms from which Rose goes to the glass next my bed
I love this Rose, and less but similar those other
….they decide when to bloom
In sping late winter their souls weep, as I sheer, as I must
In spring and summer and early winter we rejoice as they bloom abundantly
…..every night one bloom from The Rose that’ad also chosen me
in the glass of water next my bed read to me, and comfort me
the delicate-, bewitching fragrance the bookmark for tomorrow night
I love that Rose as my chosen
I am gardener…. I prune, sheer… at times
…..only one Rose reads to me… I a lesser Gardener
Lesser, cause I’m only able t’love one Rose…..this Rose here
….those Roses there, some’r lessor Roses, some’r superior Roses, are my friends
Lesser in texture, shape and fiber and fragrance
Some superior in texture, or shape and or fiber and or fragrance
Friends equal in dimension with the Rose, but less in love than the Rose
…..every night one bloom from The Rose, that’s chosen me
in the glass of water next my bed read to me, and comfort me
the delicate-, bewitching fragrance the bookmark for tomorrow night
I love that Rose as my chosen
I, the gardener…. I prune, sheer…. at times
These other Roses who chose my garden
...so valuable in a muchness o’ Friendship,
…the quality their love much the same as that The Rose
Different the lesser my love, even though my caring equals that towards The Rose
We are blessed, those of us in the garden
…the magnificence of this garden in my life is the sumtotal of you all in my garden
I drink your fragrance intoxicated with love
I love The Rose, and my friends these other Roses in the garden Bless this love
poem by Johan Fourie
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A truck loads garbage,
Driver hums along, and sticks
Red bouquet on seat.
Flowers not discriminate;
Fragrance emanate...
tanka by Mamta Agarwal
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My Lovely Rose
I have a rose in the garden,
Unfolding red lovely petals,
With thorns surrounding it,
Could not touch and smell its fragrance.
I left the garden,
I left my lovely rose,
Far away yet so near,
Could not touch and smell its fragrance.
Time have passed,
Have seen again my rose,
Beautiful and sweetly scented at its full blossom,
Could not touch and smell its fragrance.
My rose is not mine anymore,
Yet I let my rose feel
Thy undoubting care and heart rejoicing,
Could glimpse again my lovely rose.
poem by Dong Agosto
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Love and Fragrance
The fragrance of a flower
Like the fragrance of a woman
Is a declaration of fertility
The poetry of seduction
When you hold a flower
When you touch your lover
Traces of the fragrance stay with you
They're ingrained in your skin
Much like the single red rose
Standing alone, erect
Aflame with desire
My passion is only for you
And like a delicate flower
Our love is fueled by a fragrance
A fragrance that is uniquely yours
A scent that demands my attention
But in the end
Without love
Without passion
There would be no fragrance
~Rick Berry
poem by Rick Berry
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Alcove
I notice an alcove and enter it,
Alas it carries light upon light.
The algebra of life can exist,
Fear and awe murder us still.
In this united effort we stay
In the centre of loving health
In this unique alcove which we entered.
May the world be shy, everlasting
With happiness, as I exit the room.
poem by Naveed Akram
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We have a Little Garden
WE have a little garden,
A garden of our own,
And every day we water there
The seeds that we have sown.
WE love our little garden,
And tend it with such care,
You will not find a faced leaf
Or blighted blossom there.
poem by Beatrix Potter
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Passionflower.......mollys Garden
that summer,
passion flower bloomed
in wild abundance.
in the bower intwined
with woody tendrils
of the climbing vines,
the special charming blooms
mesmerised me.
blue, violet filaments,
unique in intricacy
and formation.
i wondered,
at the creators creation!
passion flower,
not a passion for love,
yet, the the flower offered ,
to krishna,
yet again it is the suggesting
symbol of crucification.
passion flowers,
in mollys garden
exclusive hosts
for numerous butterflies,
sharing, the foliage
and fragrance with them.
a special energy
a strange fragrance,
a satisfying peace,
connecting you to krishna,
in mollys garden!
poem by Ritty Patnaik
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Secret Paradise
I have nurtured a garden for you in my heart,
A beautiful garden, full of sweet roses…
And jasmine trees in fragrance,
Where you see green and golden birds flew freely.
Every day I visited this garden paradise,
And cherished every moments of it,
As I promise not to leave and forget,
Our secret paradise, always blooming in my heart.
poem by Desert Life
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A place to be
We often search around
For a garden of roses and flowers,
A scene to enjoy, a moment to cherish,
A place to be.
But
It reminds us of what is not done;
No need to go far,
When the buds lay near,
Touching the inside with vigor,
Kindling the heart with soothing fragrance,
Flowering of courage,
Blossoming of confidence
Blooming of strength,
Sprouting of love -
An inner garden
A real place to be.
poem by Ibrahim Ibn Salma
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Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.
quote by Helen Keller
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The Garden
Do you believe in the man in the garden
Do you believe that he was there
Do you believe in the man in the garden
Do you believe or do you care
Did he rise from the ashes and lead the sky above
Did he lie in the name of love
....in the garden
Do you believe in the path that you follow
Do you believe it takes you where you want
Do you believe in the lies that you swallow
Do you believe it takes you where you go
See the man. he never lies he never will
Did he fight for the right to kill
....in the garden
....in the garden
Theres a little man in a house alone...waiting
He doesnt lie.
He doesnt wait for love to hold on to
He doesnt lie. he doesnt wait...
Johnnys in the garden
I see the err in my ways
....in the garden
Do you believe in the man in the garden
song performed by by Five For Fighting
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Garden, The
do you believe in the man in the garden
Do you believe that he was there
Do you believe in the man in the garden
Do you believe or do you care
Did he rise from the ashes and lead the sky above
Did he lie in the name of love
....in the garden
Do you believe in the path that you follow
Do you believe it takes you where you want
Do you believe in the lies that you swallow
Do you believe it takes you where you go
See the man. he never lies he never will
Did he fight for the right to kill
....in the garden
....in the garden
There's a little man in a house alone...waiting
He doesn't lie.
He doesn't wait for love to hold on to
He doesn't lie. he doesn't wait...
Johnny's in the garden
I see the err in my ways
....in the garden
Do you believe in the man in the garden
song performed by by Five For Fighting
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Garden
Do you believe in the man in the garden
Do you believe that he was there
Do you believe in the man in the garden
Do you believe or do you care
Did he rise from the ashes and lead the sky above
Did he lie in the name of love
....in the garden
Do you believe in the path that you follow
Do you believe it takes you where you want
Do you believe in the lies that you swallow
Do you believe it takes you where you go
See the man. he never lies he never will
Did he fight for the right to kill
....in the garden
....in the garden
Theres a little man in a house alone...waiting
He doesnt lie.
He doesnt wait for love to hold on to
He doesnt lie. he doesnt wait...
Johnnys in the garden
I see the err in my ways
....in the garden
Do you believe in the man in the garden
song performed by by Five For Fighting
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Le Jardin De La Joie (The Garden Of Joy)
Before you came into my life my garden knew no love!
Until you came to be my wife and we walked hand-in-glove...
For when we came to live as one, our children joined us, too!
Together, we, have shared such fun! It seemed the garden knew!
Now every year the roses bloom and fragrance fills the flowers!
Aromas roam with such perfume there are no lonely hours!
Each bumble bee comes like a friend to visit and to feed...
Thus baby bees on us depend to make their honey mead...
Fine-feathered friends enjoy their stay and flock back now and then!
They know we won't turn them away... they pick their moments when...
Thus laughter fills each sweet repose! Our pear tree does us proud!
And as the day comes to a close, we thank the Lord, heads bowed...
Without Christ's love our joy would fade like twilight, slow and coy!
And yet God's love each day's displayed in our garden of joy!
poem by Denis Martindale
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Rose In The Rose Garden
In a garden full of roses,
one is very special to me;
its fragrance holds
love’s seductive touch.
The bush from which it sprang
holds a warning plain to see,
you can admire the beauty,
but hands off don’t touch.
The garden belongs to someone else
and to trespass is a crime.
You can admire anytime,
just so long as you don’t touch.
30 July 2010
poem by David Harris
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True Human To Serve
Garden as such looks so beautiful
Different colors with flowers plentiful
Each one smells differently and spreads the fragrance
No one can notice how and which one does it at once
To bring them together and show it as one
The fragrance doubles power and presents as unique one
With one show whole environment is like perfume
As if hatred has disappeared and loves only to consume
Can we not act as garden flowers to smell?
With different culture, races and tolerance to tell
To brethrens all over world that yes we stand as one
So far human blood is concerned we can be separated by none
We shall act, cry and suffer together
But not yield to any division either
We want no more pathetic shows
As we feel their presence to grow
No matter what we profess
It hardly caters the need to resurface
We shall take care of ourselves
Behave as true human and serve
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Love Some One
Love someone when it is on both sides
Ascertain it is not narrow but wide
See that it finds equal response and care
Otherwise it lands you no where
I proclaim that I am in love
I think peacefully when believe
With unmindful of her presence
To seek with love's essence
Daily I visit the near by garden
Witness flower and their emergence all of sudden
They are fresh and brightened by rays
As if to compel some one not to go away
Certainly it is not rose
But ordinary I suppose
It attracts me from inner depth
I am mesmerized and suddenly swept
Look at this lonely but beautiful flower
Come up after divine spray of shower
Neither has it special feature
Nor has been as unique creature
It has some relevance
It has attracted me at once
I am fascinated and drawn
Now find it difficult be withdrawn
It is definitely urging and appealing
All doubts, that has been, are repealing
I go after that fragrance and sink
Eyes refuse to cooperate and wink
All flowers are at their peak
When spread open to speak
They can make you to understand
Accept me as a universal friend
I am blown by outer elegance
Not only by simple show but fragrance
That has made me to think constantly
I shall go with her completely
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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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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One Circle
Like Monet seeing the sun grow in splendor
in color
in rainbows
She is a flower in the garden of moonlight
I am her garland
I am her trial by the tree
Love is an iris
Love is forgiveness
Let the fragrance become melody
We have reconciled
The wet dew upon the ferns
We are the one circle
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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