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 Apr 2015 GracefulWords
Joe Cole
Every year I try to fill my patch
With colors bright and bold
Wild flowers in abundance
The new mingling with the old
Some very fine seed I mix with sand
And just scatter on the earth
There they have to take their chance
Either germinate or death
Other seeds I treat with care
To give them every chance
To thrive and grow, give me a show
Of natures special wealth
Now my secret for success will now come very clear
It's all to do with toilet rolls and this then is the clue
Take the tube from the finished roll
Then cut the tube in two
Fill them full of compost and place them in a tray
A single seed, maybe two or three
Then are put in place
A little warmth and water
And soon green leaves will see the light of day
Now don't be hasty in what you do
You must give those plants a chance
Strong roots to form and lush green growth
Soon your garden to enhance
Now's the time to plant them out, get them in the ground
Just take that half of toilet tube
And dig a hole so neat and round
In the hold now place the plant
Still in its cardboard tube
Thus no root disturbance
And the tube will soon degrade
I thought I would share this gardening tip as this is the time of year when for many of us the garden calls. Just fancied doing it in poetic form
Drawing pictures of any opaque scenery
Instead of your smile.
Were both the same
Competitive to the death
The most stubborn around
Extremely caring, a hidden
Sense to help others
A mystical ability to always
Be there for people at the
Moment they need it

We’ve been friends and
Like most friends argue
Like no tomorrow, but
Were mirrored halves
Saying were nothing
Alike but almost the
Same person on the
Inside

Mirrored halves, they
Reflect the same and
Sometimes look the same
But arnt always the right
Thing, people say your
Suppose to find your
Other half….

But does a mirrored half
Of you the same do the same
As the other half?
 Apr 2015 GracefulWords
authentic
They told me I was humble
Showing a modest or low estimate of my own importance
Having a tendency to decrease my dignity under others
They were telling the truth
My stature of one not as a boulder but a pebble
I am smaller to others, crushed underneath
They tell me it is a good thing
To place others above myself so I do not conquer them
Pushing them up even if I am falling
Unprivileged behind those who need love more than I do
It is selfish to not be humble
They tell me that I am
I wonder if that means I am weak
Or if that means I am strong
 Mar 2015 GracefulWords
Prodigy
I used to be able to write poems.

I could make them rhyme,
make them happy,
make them sad.
I could make them flow,
make them float,
make them feel.

I could put into words
everything I felt,
everything I knew.
I could pour my heart out
onto the paper,
onto the screen.

But then something changed.

I lost the spark that I had,
that inspiration,
that drive.
I lost the thing that kept me going,
that encouraged me,
that pushed me on.

I lost the one who made me laugh
when I was tired,
when I wanted to quit.
I lost the one who told me to write
when I was out of ideas
when I was frustrated.

I lost the one who made writing worthwhile.

I lost you.

I used to be able to write poems;
Now, I just feel them.
There is nothing I can do for her,
Her eyes glistening with tears,
Her sobs echoing through my heart,
I left too early,
Far too soon,
But I had no choice.

I trust him to care for her,
For long enough that she might move on,
That she might remember how to smile,
Without me,
Holding her hand,
Her life is now her choice.

I will always care for her,
A child who knows more pain than I,
Who knows more pain than most,
Her youth ended,
Long before,
She had outlived innocence.

Perhaps she will be stronger,
For learning to deal with despair now,
So that she will keep smiling later,
And lead the most,
Beautiful life,
That she truly deserves.

Look forward my darling,
Don't forget me,
Know that I am still with you,
For as long as you need,
Keep smiling.
Live, and love living.
 Feb 2015 GracefulWords
Mirlotta
I'd love
love love
to wish
you a
happy valentine's
day
but I
hate
hate hate
the fact
you're
fictional
What the hell even is this title?! X)
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