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Colm Mar 2019
An aged old man on his back
A newness strong as right in mind
With a single edge to unhinge the darkness past
Outlast the game in another pawn
Anoint the seed in the soil of life
And grow, beyond the treelines unpredicted height
Into the stars with fingertips aloft
To paint the newborn sky each night
Because with age comes, not only the will to pass, but the path
Made clearer still by the same daylight seen
As a bedridden old man in his own death scene
And we are but a glimmer in the ripplibg life of another's sight
Cadence Alive
Star BG Mar 2019
Tulip seeds of love
get planted in pillows field.
Expanding as heart filled tears
release from clouds in mind.

Seeds grow under moonlight,
with oder's and scenes so bright.
They sprout to hug my dear,
taking way all your fear.

So nightmares they shall not come.
I join in dreams so we have fun.

And shall plant with diligence
so in morning we both will kiss
Then you'll move inside the day
holding blessings of bouquet.
Inspired by  Perry  Thanks
Eloisa Feb 2019
I again visited my garden of despair
Watered with tears of woes and neglect
And now that the pond of bliss is arid
I once again asked myself
What flowers can thrive on these barrens?
Then I glanced at the blossoms of withered memories
Scattered as wreckage from a landslide
The bushes of harrowing pain I found
Arranged in a line of endless thorny shrubs
Decayed trees bearing the fruit of deceit
Still cast a shadow of contorted lies
I then trod as lightly and slowly as I could
Then plucked a fruit from a rotten tree and got its seeds
And with a chalky smile I hummed a quiet tune
Even in the death of my garden
I saw the promises of healing
As I walked past the rusty trellises and tarnished fences
I welcomed my sanguine memories of perfect and scented blooms
Visions of sun-drenched leaves greeted my anguish with a sliver of silver lining
It doesn’t matter if my garden left me with nothing
What now matters most is here in my hands are seeds of hope
Star BG Nov 2018
We DOST have sparks within of sacred energy CALLED LOVE. Yes, IT MAKES all things possible, as we GROUND and move on stage of life. A platform where WE, are performers for our soul.A place to radiate our love qualities

Come, dance to the music with the musical magical metronome of heart we carry.

Come celebrate with vibrations of love to spread in wind. lights power that travels with intention of breath.

We are human farmers infused with love seeds, all we need do is remember. And go to a harvesting the sacred love we carry.

All we need do is look within our own sun to germinate the gift of self. The gift of LOVE we are.
inspired by conversation with Tapiwa Individualist  THANKS
Becca Nov 2018
her bare toes touch the
wet grass,
the bottoms of her feet
now covered in mud
her feet are the garden
growing fresh movements
her mind is the water
nourishing the herbs
stopdoopy Nov 2018
Eat
1 2 3
Seeds from fruit trees

Love
I've missed you
My cherished one

Soon
You will be
With us again

Cold
Is the earth
Beneath soft snow

But
Way down here
The embers glow

Warm
Are we, beloved
Feelings freely flowing

Waves
Crashing into rocks
Passionate and fierce

Eat
4 5 6
Cross the river Styx
. . . . . .
Isaac Sep 2018
If poems were seeds,
How many could you plant
If you lived a full life,
And worked like an ant?
It would be amazing to have
Your own poetry forest,
Observing your thought life
Through poems clear and honest.
As this world is changing
And you are moving forward,
Don't forget to keep planting
Seeds to become your new orchard.
Written 13 September 2018
Isaac Aug 2018
A day is coming
when you will be
on your last day
no time to flee
your entire life
ready to be sealed
packaged for the day
it will be revealed
to the whole world
each choice shown
you will reap whatever
seeds you have sown.
Written 27 August 2018

Galatians 6:7
Mystic Ink Plus Aug 2018
Topic,
My next project will be
Dissecting ego:
From where it begins
    
Objectives:
To try to explore, where the seeds are
To unveil who showed it
To confirm if it is heritable?
To witness how fast it grows
Is that us who tame ego,
Or does ego tames us?
Does ego dies before the possessor?
    
Method used, 
Tracking the loud voice
Tracking the grandeur side
Dissecting skin deep
Relating all connections
Exploring circumstances
Done exclusive on humans
Saints excluded
  
Discussion: 
Ego never discuss
It stays ahead
  
Conclusion:
We are the one
We tame ego
Absolutely acquired
Understanding is the antidote
    
Disclosure:
None
Genre: Structural Abstract
Theme: Being Human.
Show me that Person
Who don’t have ego

Then,
I can introduce
Why he/she is a saint.
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