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Delicately Spun

One clematis ascending a trellis,
trying to find somewhere to cling.
Hoping to acquire a strong and firm hold,
ready for the entering spring.

Its thin searching tendrils, stretching up high,
grow vigorously with such speed.
How suddenly this regal sight appeared,
from one insignificant seed.

With large blooms all so beautiful to view,
petals so delicately spun.
A perfect plant graces the garden wall,
floral faces raised to the sun.

Although seeming so frail, it grips so tight,
adhering to whatever’s near.
With great determination it ascends,
a bold natural mountaineer.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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A Delightful Sight

Buttercup and celandine,
Thrust upwards through the soil.
Tempted by the warm sunshine,
To join the bright trefoil.

These flowers of spring beneath the feet,
Are glorious blooms to view.
Their gentle faces tilt up and greet,
The dawn of each day, new.

Under the trees they're shaded,
From the summer's burning heat.
In splendour they are paraded,
To make the meadows sweet.

So frail and delicate they seem
But their strength is hidden away.
A beautiful creation so supreme,
They hold you in their sway.

How these small plants lift spirits high,
They are a delightful sight.
A pleasure sent to charm the eye,
And such memories to invite.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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Once Upon A Rose

Once upon a
rose

Was planted.

A trellis
was
erected,
a safe
arbor
for her
to
rely on.

cling to.

As she
grew
opening
her
petals,
becoming
a lovely
lady.

she was
admired,
looked
upon
for her
beauty.

One day
someone
decided
to
transplant
her into
their
garden.

Once upon
a rose.

They began
to pick
at
her
petals.

One by one
they fell
to the
ground.

One by one
coming
ever
near to
her
heart.

Saddened,
she
began to
cry
being
exposed
to the
world.

Finially
the
plan
for her
return
was
complete.

Being hurt
and
forlorn
once again
she clung
to her
trellis.

Today
her petals
remain
closed,
refusing
to
reopen.

Once upon
a rose.

poem by Heather Burns
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[My Little Green Plant]

I have a plant in my house.
Not a tree a shrub ore a shrew.
But a plant.
It's green and red and sparkle blue.
Healthy clean and sticky like glue.
Bold beautifully and fragrant to.
My little green plant, how I love you.

I love my plant all stretched out high.
When it's flowers open it reveals a surprise
Just imagine it as you close you're eyes.
My little green plant, always on my mind.

My plant is thirsty it needs special care.
Nutrients and light, without it would die.
Like a child growing up ill always be there.
12 weeks to grow, and not a care.
3 feed tall and producing air.
My little green plant with little red hairs.

The time has come that I must say good by,
my little green plant has grown up right.
I'll trim it nice and hold on tight,
my little green plant makes me happiest tonight.
I'll sow the seed and sign the deed,
my little green plants one hell of a weed.

Come on now people get your minds out of the gutter..... I'm just talking about sage! :)

poem by Seth Morrow
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Were Ready

Im ready for more
The feelin now that Im beside you
Well open the door
Do anything that we decide to
And I know that theres something thats just out of sight
And I feel like Im finally seeing the light
Holdin on girl I know its right
I know its right
Were ready!
You and i
Well find a reason
To simplify a change of season
And I feel like its time we were off on our way
We can go so much farther than weve come today
Holdin on girl and come what may
Come what may
Were ready! cmon
We can find a way
Were ready now
Catchin a wave to ride on
Steady now
Headin where we decide on
And I know that theres something thats just out of sight
And I feel like were trying to do something right
Come on make it if we hold on tight
Hold on tight
Were ready! cmon were ready
Were ready
Were ready, 1...2...3...4...
We can find a way. were ready now, oooh were ready now.
Were ready now.
(scholz)

song performed by by Boston
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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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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Avalon

In this world, the nature is dying
The way we once were is leaving us.
Replaced by machines and war
Save for one tiny little corner of the globe.

Avalon.
The grass is green, watered with the water of the large lake.
There are trees, beautiful, tall, abudant.
The flowers are numerous, and so beautiful.

The one building is decorated with ivy and plants.
Inside, the magic of Avalon takes it hold.
Peacefully, animals and people get along with each other
The water in the lake is clean, pure, and fresh.

Everything here is wonderful.
Saved from war, machines, pollution.
The small island is like a large forest, only there are fields too.
Everything of nature, that we have destroyed
Can still be found, if you know where to look.

Avalon is wonderful.
Nothing here is ever destroyed.
Preserved, never to be found
Hidden by the magic,
The wonderful magic of Avalon

Avalon has no boundaries.
Everything seems perfect.
There is no better place
Nothing is more beautiful,
As nature, the way it should be.
The way it once was

Avalon cannot be found,
The magic is hiding,
For sadly, the world it knew is lost.
The world where nature was more than a home builder

The world where people cared
Cared for the trees.
Cared for the air
Cared for everything around them

Avalon's mists will stay unparted
Untill the world is ready
Ready for the wonderful magic of Avalon
Where nature stays strong.
Avalon

This is a message to the world. Plant a tree, grow a garden, something. We are losing what we once had, and once it is all gone, we cannot get it back. Believe in the magic of Avalon and help the world grow back again, grow enough to save itself

poem by Jessica Millsaps
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My Bougainvillea

Let it crawl and grow
Things that nature sow
Bright red and blue
Just might be right for you

My Bougainvillea petals blossoming lovely red
Its crawling veins clutching the neighbor's wall without being said
The flowery petal didn’t seem to be in pain
Even though cold winter morning sunlight nothing much to gain
How could I have allowed my flowery plant on my neighbors wall to grow
Well I just hoped Mrs. Basket might just enjoy the sprouting flower show

Let it crawl and grow
Things that nature sow
Bright red and blue
Just might be right for you

But alas my bougainvillea I was terrible wrong
With my views had grown to strong
Said Mrs. Basket-Hello bougainvillea you sure are lovely bright red and blue
But I really am sorry this wall is just not for you
Without a wall for my bougainvillea to grow and lean on too
Her beautiful red petals shrank like a once majestic lion, now caged in a zoo
So I have made up my mind to go over to Mrs Baskets one fine day
And plead to allow the bougainvillea to grow over her wall this summer month of May
So I hope to say to Mrs Basket

Let it crawl and grow
Things that nature sow
Bright red and blue
Just might be right for you

poem by Tashi Dorji
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Beautiful Disaster

He drowns in his dreams
An exquisite extreme I know
He's as damned as he seems
And more Heaven than a heart could hold
And if I tried to save him
My whole world could cave in
It just ain't right
But it just ain't right
Oh and I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful
Or just a beautiful disaster
He's magic and myth
As strong as what I believe
A tragedy with
More damage than a soul should see
But do I try to change him
So hard not to blame him
Hold me tight
Baby hold me tight
Oh and I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful
Or just a beautiful disaster
I'm longing for love and the logical
But he's only happy hysterical
I'm searching for some kind of miracle
Waiting so long
Waiting so long
He's soft to the touch
But frayed at the ends he breaks
He's never enough
And still he's more than I can take
Oh and I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful,
He's such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful,
Or just a beautiful disaster
He's so beautiful
Oh he's just so beautiful
He's so beautiful

song performed by by Kelly Clarkson
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Run For Cover

Watch out!
You better get yourself runnin'
I got hurricane comin'
No warning surprise
I'm gonna take my leave
I wanna plant my seed
Don't let it shock you hold tight, hold tight
You better run for cover
I'm a hit-n-run lover
Run for cover tonight (get ready!)
So you think it's easy
Try to be this sleazy
Well I'll tell you it's nice (ha ha)
We're gonna make a name
Ain't gonna play no games
You'd better take the first flight tonight
You better run for cover
I'm the hit-n-run lover
Run for cover tonight
Find some shelter and hide
No survivors tonight, hold tight, tonight (yeah watch out!)
You better get yourself runnin'
I got hurricane comin'
No warning surprise
I'm gonna take my leave
I wanna plant my seed
Don't let it shock you hold tight, hold tight
Run for cover
I'm the hit-n-run lover
You better run for cover tonight (yeah)
Run for cover
I'm the hit-n-run lover
Run for cover tonight
Look out
Watch out
Get out
Hold out
Run for cover tonight
Run for cover! Woo!

song performed by by Quiet Riot
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Gather Violets O Narcissus

Rain has come, and fields and fruit trees sing,
Spring has come, and Love, the Lord of Spring,
Dandelions have lifted up their faces,
Cold has gone and every wintry thing!
Forget-me-not the forest graces,
Iris and the lily spring will bring.
Gather violets, O Narcissus,
Winter's ashes from our door I fling!
The water bird the lake embraces,
How can frost upon your petals cling?

[Translated by Nilla Cram Cook]

poem by Habba Khatoon
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I Carry a Single Rose

I carry a single red Rose
In my tightening hold
For Love is what it propose
At least it’s what I’m told.

It’s fragrance of beauty
Overtakes me with its great power
The air all around me
When I hold a single flower

I grasp the Red Rose ever more tight
Drip, drip red petals fall into the night.

This Rose, a lovely delight
Has already consumed my sense of smell
Now it has stolen my sight
In this symbol of love I dwell

The ruby red petals fill my eyes
Captures the thoughts in my mind
Now I am completely hypnotized
Now I am completely blind.

I grasp the Red Rose ever more tight
Drip, drip red petals fall into the night.

It dazzles me, until it is all I can see
It’s touch so gentle against my cheek
Trapped me inside this beautiful make believe
For my heart, Love it will always seek

The leaves run through my finger tip
As they map a stem so strong and tall
A stem that fit so nicely inside my grip
Its lushes strength adds beauty to it all

I grasp the Red Rose ever more tight
Drip, drip red petals fall into the night.

I hold on for dear life
As my body sets off painful alarms
And now I’m stuck in this strife
Of letting go and hanging on

It’s so perfect, inside my hold
But I can feel the world around me
I can feel it growing cold
Now I am leaving this make believe
I grasp the Red Rose ever more tight
Drip, drip red petals fall into the night.

In a moment of true disgust
I slowly loosen my grasp
And I take away my trust
And wait for my world to collapse

But Pain races through my bones
So I clench a Rose inside my fist
And I realize I am alone
Lost inside this confusing mist

I grasp the Red Rose ever more tight
Drip, drip red petals fall into the night.

And I finally swiftly let go
The Rose falls to the bloody ground
No longer shall my blood flow
No longer shall I be bound

And of this single Red Rose
Petals of Love blinded me to my Pain
Being neither friend nor foe
I wash the blood with tears like rain.

I leave the Rose with all my might
Run, run into the black cold night.

poem by Rose Lynn
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Efflorescent Catch

I’m in a garden, amongst the blossoms,
alive with floral scents and insects in flight,
I am one of those delicate rose buds,
so I open my soft petals to the sunlight.

Yet the wild world is harsh,
I am fondled by a pollen seeking bee,
so I shyly fold my petals over my pistil,
to keep at bay the demons from the apiary.

In the breeze I elegantly sway,
brushing my petals with your fingertips,
plucking me from the sea of floribunda,
cupping my corolla, you raise me to your lips.

You take a breath and inhale my floral aroma,
filling your lungs with a sweet desirable smell,
but you don’t cast me back down to the ground,
for I’ve enamoured you with my alluring natural spell.

Taking me home you plant and place me in the soil,
to grow, protect and nurture me in to full bloom,
providing me with all the light and liquid warmth I need,
saying that I give your house a delightful boon.

I am the central piece in your glorious abode,
glamorously displaying me to all those who venture round,
you carefully caress my stem and stroke my leaves,
and affectionately water my roots in the ground.

If I begin to wilt or I prick you with my thorns,
you always provide support to keep me upright,
laughing and smiling as you suck your bloodied thumb,
until I stand phosphorescent from your sunglow every night.

poem by Dale Mullock
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The Rose Tree Of Winter

In the cold winds of Winter she stands thorny and bare
In Summer large beautiful red flowers she did wear
The Rose tree of Winter not a pretty sight
At a time of year with litle warmth in the sunlight,
When the birds in the sunlit gardens will nest and sing
She will wear her new leaves and rosebuds of the Spring
As a tree the rose tree does not grow very tall
Compared to most trees she does seem very small
But in her full bloom none as lovely as she
In her cloak of flowers she's a beautiful tree
But in Winter she stands there by the garden wall
Of the garden trees the most forlorn one of all
And though it may still be a few months from the Spring
The white backed magpie on the blackwood tree sing
But without her leaves and flowers prickly looking and bare
The rose tree looks drab in the cool morning air.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Vine

on a sunny day
the vine
on its tendrils carefully
cling
on the trellis
like some fingers
holding
a prisoner
in his jail

i look up
and i see some stars
i close my eyes
and you are always here

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Garden

I found a garden in the shaded woods,
My nose led me to the aromatic magic it produced.
Every plant struggled for a ray of sun.
Then my work had begun,
I did all by hand.
The rich loam held promise,
That my toil was not in vain.
I climbed high and low.
To allow sunshine, air and rain.
Whos garden I pondered,
Then thought with a sigh.
Mine is not to reason why.
I left some beautiful weeds,
For they deserved some of this good deed.
Regal the roses,
And lowly the weed.
Beauty is but in the eye of the beholder.
Life is short for you and I.
And so for natures downtrodden.
Mother nature never has a blind eye.
So the garden flourished from spring to fall.
With the help of the sun air and rain.
And with the sweat of my brow,
And my backs aged pain.

poem by John Shea
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My Plant is in a Cage

Some of my friends say,
I have green fingers.
I just plant the seed and pray,
and watch, as time lingers.

Grow they do, green and lush
Don't tell no one hush, hush.
cause in Holland we grow 'Mary Jane'
In U.S.A. and Canada it's not quit the same.

The green sage is all the rage,
So I put my green plant in a cage
Locked up tight, 'Motion Detector' on! .
In the morning, no plant will be gone!

poem by David Darbyshire
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Flowers Fade Into Rebirth

flowers fade into rebirth
forget me nots soft blue petals
fog out of sight out of mind

flowers yellow flame gold centres
form early spring seed perennials
forming expanding second blooms

poem by Terence George Craddock
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To Be Candid With You....

everyone is looking for
that secret garden

with a fountain or spring
where eternal youth can
be taken

everyone is finding a clue
to that perfect hue
something to subdue, and only for the few
that perfect chew

everyone wants to write
the perfect rhyme of a poem
that gluttony of fame
the avarice of shame

today, i take courage in
facing everyone
to tell them
candidly, that there is no such thing
as a secret garden
or that eternal youth of fountain or spring
nothing about a perfect clue to
a perfect hue,
no such thing as a perfect chew

no such thing too as a perfect poem
with that perfect rhyme

there is only you,

always searching,
the imperfect one, always looking for something
that is not you
that is not here

you are you,
you are not perfect
you get old,
and then you die and
then you're gone

that is the truth,
and there is no other.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hold On

I heard a little bird tell me, per say,
That someone was coping it the other day,
Yet another heartbreak in a cold world,
But I wanted to let you know, hold on girl.
Everything's going to be fine, just hold tight.

Sometimes the darkness clouds us, till we can't see
That there are still people who love you and me.
We get stuck trying to follow our peers,
We find ourselves cornered by our greatest fears.
So from someone worried, to someone I care about I write:

No matter how dark the night,
Keep holding on till morning light.
There's someone out there, looking for you,
I hope he finds you, I really hope you do.
I know he loves you so very much,

But till then, hold on tight,
No matter how hard, don't lose sight,
One day, you'll find love blossom again,
If you can hold on through the rain.
One day, you'll dance in the sun again.

Our flower, in life's storms, oft gets torn,
But if you hang on, another flower will spawn.
I'm sure that there's a flower inside, ready to blossom,
And when it does, it'll be something awesome.
Vibrant colors to wow the world, full petals,
Strong stem, and a glorious fragrance to smell.
Such things take time, so hold on, bid your time.

Though you don't know who I am,
I'm thinking of you, and care, I pray you blossom again.
Remember in your darkest hour, you're not alone,
There's always at least one, who loves you, no matter how battered, bruised and thrown.
Hold on, someone cares, they want to see you blossom again

poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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The Garden

The Garden
By: Adam M. Snow

The garden blooms to your delight;
to and from this very night.
When you are but one;
this garden blooms until you're done.
Keep that in mind but out of sight;
this garden is full of roses so white.
Open up and let shine the sun;
for Springtime has only begun.
Show off your garden so bright;
for there is no need to fight.
Now go on, no need to run;
when you're in your garden my son.

poem by Adam M. Snow
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