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2009 Poetry Theme Challenges#16 The Poetic Garden |
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The garden can be a sanctuary and a place where the muse can flow easier. I am also blessed with living central to
three heavenly public gardens, and it's certainly worth the ticket price to go and sit with my notebook and sketch pads
for a day. I also dream of one day having a big enough plot of my own to grow my own veggies, I do have a salad patch and
a herb garden in my Mediteranean oasis of a postage stamp. One of my first poems was written sat in my Gran's backgarden
staring at her rather negelected shed which stirred a few memories of my own childhood. So to my challenge, use the garden and its elements to inspire a poem. It can be your own personal garden, a public garden or your dream garden. A while ago I asked for help to collate a list of things from the garden which is below. All pictures I post for this challenge, here and on the inspiration page, are my own and are not subject to copyright, feel free to use them.  Flowers Roses, Geraniums, Daffodils, Rhodedendrums, Tulips, Geraniums, Bluebells, Bleeding Hearts, Snapdragons, Pansy, Violets, Marigolds, Sunflowers, Hydrangeas, Morning Glory, salvia, Lawn Rockery, pond, cactus plants, daisies, clover Trees Apple, Orange, lemon, Cherry plum, banana,,pine, blue gum, willow, Oak, Maple, Elm, Aspen, Palo Verde Shed Tools, hoe, spade, rake, fork, watering can, rototiller, garden hose, pots Fence Well, hedge, topiary  Veggies potatoes, onions, shallots, spinach, peppers, carrots, celery, kale, squash, zucchini , peanuts, beetroot, Herbs thyme, fennel, basil, parsley, hyssop, cilantro, chives, marjoram, dill, mint, catnip, savory, anise, skullcap, chamomile, saffron, sage, thyme, rosemary, Fruits apples, peaches, pears, plums, grapes, raspberries, blueberries, strawberries, melons, bananas, tomatos, oranges Nuts walnuts, pecans, hazelnuts, almonds, brazilnuts, pine nuts, Ornamentals Fountains, gnomes, patio, decking, urns, planters Happy quilling Jem XXXX |
The Poetic Garden |
Divena Collins I awakened this morning to a beautiful dawn Sun rays filtered, through the Willow tree And nightingales sang, their good morning song Fragrant white lilies, dawn mists to enhance, Sweet golden nectar, for the honey bee, And nightingales sang, of their new romance. Magical dew drops, glistened on the flowers, Clumps of pretty, bluebell buds to see, Nightingales sang, thro` the tapestry bowers. Dragonflies fluttered, their long rainbow wings Skimming beyond rivers, flowing so free. And Nightingales on highest, did sweetly sing. ----- Come Play With Me  Come play within my garden, pleasures to behold Amidst the pretty daisies, and buttercups of gold, Faeries in the green grass, within their faerie ring, And Elvins come and push me, high up upon my swing, In my wondrous little world, of dreams and fantasy, I wade, amidst a maze of leaves `neath oaken trees, And fly with the butterflies, that flutter in the breeze.  Come play within my garden, of mystical powers The magic of herbs, balm, roots, leaves and flowers. Shall be with you, thro` a rustic, archway of roses, We shall skip there, amidst a bed of violet posies, To play in the sun, savouring sweet scents within, Weaving buttercup, and clover, true friendship chains. Past times we now recall, when our fantasy reigns ----- Garden Of Eden  A garden so tranquil, is our perfect haven Enticing us away from lifes formalities, Lead us from earths sweet magical fallacies, High upon the wings, of a mythical black Raven. Fruits on the vines are so heavily laden, Sun kissed and ripened now ready to eat, In a mystical haze, from the hot suns heat, High upon the wings, of a mythical black Raven. To the garden of Eden thro` gates of heaven. Where Angels sing sweetly `neath the bowers, Weaving thro` tapestries, of beautiful flowers High upon the wings, of a mythical black Raven. A garden so tranquil is our perfect haven High upon the wings, of a mythical black Raven, ----- Madonna Lily What beauty, I perceive before my eyes, That awakens my senses sublime, Virginal white petals, and soft angels sigh. Trumpets of velvet, sweet symphonys blow, Heavenly, musky, blooms of time. Wafts in the breeze, in a soft tempo flow. Oh beautiful creation, of natures delight To pluck you, would be such a crime, Your sweet perfume, is perfection by night. Gods celestial garden, blooms none so fair, As Madonna lilies in their prime, Bow their heads gently, in a silent prayer.  ----- Wild Garden Herbs  Tincture of Arnica, for bones and sprains, Flowers of Elder, a soothing cough potion, Applied on the skin, for good freckle lotion. Wild herbs from the garden, to ease the pains, Calendula flower heads, dried from the rains, Properties to soften, rough gardening hands, An ancient remedy, used throughout the land, Wild herbs from the garden to ease the pains. Lavender, applied or mosquito bite reigns. Keeps them at bay, flies away from the scent, some old garden remedies, with properties meant, Wild herbs from the garden, to ease the pains. Tincture of Arnica, for bones and sprains, Wild herbs from the garden, to ease the pains back to list |
Lorainne DafneyColors grace landscapes as autumn leaves surrender accompanied by rain their tears hidden back to list |
Jem Farmer In peaceful waters where the lilies dwell a path of stone shall lead my soul to Zen, amid the cherry blossom linger thoughts recalling her embrace around my heart. Her love my passion's first and last resort, that makes me lie beside her once again, and drown in her waters I know so well. ----- Elegaic Smile Her face reflects a garden's delight, as roses and lilies rise, all heaven contained in those succulent fruits, ripest cherries no one can afford above rows of pale orchid petals which only her pleasure reveals. The ice dusted buds of crimson. and eyes of angels sparkle yet threaten to pierce suitors with furrowed brows who seek to possess her sweet cherry red until elegiac beauty exacts her terms. ----- Wild Garden Herbs  The reflections of early summer sun, Glistens again on my windows this year, They blend invisibly ready for fun, Laughter of children is all that I hear. The heat is drying my old wooden walls As for the first time my door creaks open. Frustrated the squeals, they can't find their balls Like me ignored, quite simply forgotten. Summer's fun just thrown inside at Fall's dawn. Just left like me, through rain and winter's snow. I'm left alone at the end of the lawn To watch as endless seasons come and go. A touch of creosote keeps my wood fed, Sat at the garden's end just the old shed back to list |
Ryter Roethical And on the first day the word created light Then on the last day the word created flesh And in its madness that flesh created fear, Later in darkness flesh created fear of the night. In that darkness all that was good took flight And evil and all its creatures found a place Forever to be a curse on the human race When in darkness flesh created fear of the night. Horned bloodsucking creatures that seek to bite And feed off the flesh of God-fearing men That self same stupid flesh that created them When in darkness flesh created fear of the night. And on the first day the word created light Later in darkness flesh created fear of the night. ----- Garden of Love  Build not a wall of stone around your heart Rather throw away that masons tool. Tear down those bricks that hide the sun Too long in loneliness, too long the fool. Let the moon feast on your naked soul Now is the time when love should rule. Take up the spade and build a bower And let the flowers grow within Scent them with thee and thy love From now on allow feelings to begin Nurture with joy from within your heart That should see you always with a grin. From time to time, a thorn shall pierce thee Complain not loud about thy wound. Thy flowers shall grow redder and more scented Within thy heart ready for another round. Thus like that scent this love will grow So that throughout the night love will sound. When the seasons darken as they must with time Seek rest with thy love in that bower. Gather her to you and on your bosom lay her head This simple act will cause love to flower. With the moon alight, together seek your rest Knowing there is no greater power ----- Geisha  Her black hair now grey. She dreams of green flowers That are withered and long gone. Memories are all she has left. Night of pleasure Are not her reward. Nature was not kind And her benefactors Wander now in newer gardens Seeking fresher flowers. The Katana bites deep And the once green flowers Are now crimson. She smiles for a moment As she sees honours gift Then she is free to wander Where the flowers are forever green. ----- Just a Moment  Just a moment in time as the breeze hits The willow tree moves her branches subtly In graceful movements as she feels the wind. She slowly moves as the wind strokes her And gently touches him to move him deeper Stroking his mind, willing him to keep him close Teasing him, gentle kisses helps keep the breeze The wind dances with the willow in gentle steps As the dance continues he whisks the frail branches His mood increases as he feels his heart strings pull He whips her around torments her limbs, bites her soul She sways to his movements, bending to his needs Trying to caress his desires allowing his wishes Till his passion decreases and he's at peace again. As the winds passion dies he rests against her His mood softened now, more of love than of lust. Resting against his willow, calming and caressing her And a lover's conversation starts between them Such pillow talk if it were possible between them As trembling leaves are kissed in Natures tryst Whilst all we hear is whispering through her leaves  ----- Just Memories  I remember those clear September nights That memory is a rare and lovely theme I find you also wandering within that dream The garden wherein we played is the same I wonder if like me you seek that memory And reminisce on things you wish soon to be. Cannot good memories have a future also? ----- Zigzagging  Seven lines are all I have to speak my thoughts. Shall I open up my heart and talk of my desire, And like some others speak in meter and rhyme? Or transcend all that, and speak of metaphysics Going beyond words of love and spiritual things And in becoming an abstract philosopher Lose all sense of reality and things that truly work? I still have seven lines to speak my thoughts The day has almost reached noon, where is the sun? The strong northern wind has not cleared the sky Nor brought the heat that it is want to do. The birds are absent, could be that they know That only fools shall set forth in winds like this. Rest assured there is no greater fool than man. back to list |
Nia Wynne Every emotion is a flower. The roses of love are also such ones, Shared by two they multiply in the sun Expanding petals to capture it's power. Desire is the touch of loves bower That looks very much like tulips in rain Warmed by Spring showers in sunny lanes Where willows weep, love sleeps not in towers. Let Forget-Me-Nots foster hope, not sour Despairs of the dead seasons dry boast, Where wine is so arid you may not toast To the buds of every new hour. Every emotion is a flower Expanding petals to capture love's power. ----- Let Me Breathe  Cattleya on my windowsill That never yet bloomed in Spring, I hum again with new hope of a dream Which recalls itself in my eyes, Because you can't disguise love's illness For it plagues all seasons with new hopes, So then my heart can breathe again. ----- Lines of Life  Late summers dress shows How lines of life still grow brilliantly On a perfectly lovely afternoon, Though soon the eve of a season Becomes the morning of the next, Presenting different lines and shadows Where once blooms danced in wedded bliss. back to list |
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