#gardening
THE WITHERED WITCH AND HER HENCHMAN
a withered witch had her own crone
at whom she'd ***** and nag and moan
to make life cursed for her henchman
since best for worst had been her plan
a sweet old broad to untrained eye
mean overlord to her old guy
and what you'd hear come from their yard
was less old dear more prison guard
she'd yell and bray, she'd give commands
which he'd obey with ancient hands
and quite forlorn by circumstance
he'd mow the lawn and plant the plants
then paint the shed and prune the rose
then **** the bed and man the hose
make straight the edge and feed the birds
and trim the hedge - all on her word
then quick to state he'd done it wrong
she'd cry 'not straight, you took too long,
in the wrong place, too deep, won't sprout'
right in his face, day in, day out
no word was heard from there one day
no strife was stirred, no fresh affray
what kind of game could her placate?
the answer came a tad too late
in pools of red they found her laid
stuck in her head - a garden *****
with him suspended from a tree
life self-ended...peacefully
he'd left a note of what occurred
and what he wrote, his final word
'that's one task that I know for sure
she won't ask me to do once more'
one quick aside that's wise to tell
is when they died both went to Hell
where she's displeased with his last choice
and he's still teased by her shrill voice.
5d ago
May 29, 2026 at 11:04 AM UTC
Hands are rough rocks from working in the yard.
The yard bending to his will
Just like his sheds and gardens,
Exotic places are the places we build or even work together.
How can I build these places without you now?
The yard calms down as the sun starts falling,
his gaze turns to me as his body goes clear.
"Let's find the wood first."
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 1:40 PM UTC
David's prophet
Has only one belly button, until
An ice has melted, for a panic
That reminds you, a **** will...
Habit won, of a friend:
The tired eyes you make, at a vice
Turn of silence, in a chosen name, to end
The dread of *** to whom life has a price?
Politely, a swallow...
Of sharing and caring, is a sly devil
With feet for all, hands for any; a dreams shadow
So to a graceful, but spare cloud; am I a lover's tale?
Done, and given a clash with wonder
The tooth you predict, is mine for another lip
Sacred as a shined coin can be, to a craft of poor...
Isn't is an essence, you hid in a place so asking, could order is...
Find me, in the stir of privacy
And I will give you, the tomorrow of shyness
Where a child with silent opportunity's, stares at infancy
Anarchy's baby, has a safer privilege, thinking a liberty's guest...
And the fingers of devotion, to live better
Than a rollicking candor, of a babe to wander
Into a wish on the way to might, that is the finish of an adult letter
Q, if not thee, in the spirit of a rapture that is a babes laughter...
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 4:35 AM UTC
I watered myself weekly
Still my leaves drooped with hurt
So, I purchased the latest plant food
And sprayed its drops in my dirt
I nourished myself regularly
Still my green shoots turned gray
So, I purchased the sharpest shears
And clipped all the bad parts away
I manicured myself doggedly
And my stem remained sterile
So, I purchased a colorful ***
And hoped new mix would make me fertile
I altered myself somberly
And my plant would not sprout
So, I moved myself to a different window
And wished that light would outshine doubt.
Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 5:29 PM UTC
Conflicted emotions tear at me
I watch day by day as the people grow content around you
Home to your mind of wonders and intelligence
You're amazing at everything in every way
You design worlds and sing the work of experts
Every question you answer, and object you craft
With your hands so delicate yet steady
How do you do it?
How do you move each day without struggle
Crafting things of wonder from your mind
How do you not struggle to wake each day like I do?
You're like me; we're similar.
We're human,
Or we are supposed to be
I am disconnected
Forever forced to watch from afar as the people sing your praise
Adore the very air you breathe
the growing collection of awards and medals
The expanding influence of your gift
And I would rather die than hurt you
Yet I can't help it
I can't stop myself from praying for a sombre end
For a chance where you falter at something
Where I can come back to the light
Because I did so well
Once I was there besides you
Good enough to stand by your side and shine just as bright
Yet as you sung louder
While you drain me of my song
You drain me of the song I taught you to sing
And now you're flourishing
Happy and content
A poisonous late bloomer
While I rot
The gardener of my own demise
I regret every tear and sweat I put into growing you
Though I could never hate you
I will fade with time
Yet you will grow and take over the garden I had started
Each seed I had planted will be over taken
The **** in my heart
You've ruined my garden
Yet I can't find myself able to pull you out
For your petals make such sweet tea.
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 3:21 AM UTC
I never was a gardener,
But now I have one
I have become so —
It's a daily practice; sometimes comforting, sometimes tiring:
Watering with patience,
Weeding doubts,
Planting seeds of optimism,
Pruning worries,
And waiting with expectation and anxiety.
Nothing is fast in the garden,
Despair and distrust sometimes overwhelms,
But one must adhere to the laws of
Nature;
Seasons
And not my insistent timings.
Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 4:36 PM UTC
my every move captured
the little fiends are note-taking
squirrels on the fence
watch me put up battlements
surrounding our thriving tomato plants
Good Luck !
Aug 12, 2025
Aug 12, 2025 at 7:09 AM UTC
Oriental Bittersweet,
her arms full of swans
never meant, no really never
meant you any harm.
Oriental Bittersweet
cuts her body with a blade
and never sees, no never really
sees the mess she's made.
Oriental Bittersweet
has horse blanket hair--
blacktop eyes and blackstrap tongue
and promises she cares.
Oriental Bittersweet
knows EMT's by name--
she'll take you with her, with her taken
here she comes again.
Aug 5, 2025
Aug 5, 2025 at 1:25 PM UTC
I moved it off the porch today,
where sun falls hard and wide.
The *** is cracked, the roots are weak.
Still, something waits inside.
The blooms were bruised, a weathered pink,
like lips that lost their say.
Still, one had cupped the morning rain
and hadn’t looked away.
My back cried out. I crouched and worked,
hard knuckles in the dirt.
I cut the dead, I turned the soil,
poured water where it hurt.
I set it by the cedar rail,
where shade and heat align.
Still stiff. Still sore. You’re gone. That holds.
It’s standing. So am I.
Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 1:49 PM UTC
I planted us in a garden of dreams
but only thistles grew.
I painted you in colors of longing,
but you saw only the blank canvas.
I built bridges from words,
laying planks of my fears and wishes
but your silence was a match,
burning them to ash
before I could cross
Still I sing —
a fool gardening in the shadows
Jul 14, 2025
Jul 14, 2025 at 5:07 AM UTC
Bacchus was the title
Conferred to those responsible for ¹"gardening."
Zagreus, lineage of Zeus but son to ²Hades, bore another title.
The "Zageuri" lead in the night.
There were no feasts of raw flesh, but many dances and celebrations while they tended to "The Great Fire."
Of the Zageuri, Zagreus lead.
The title, rendered in Latin, is like Noctus Rex.
You see, on islands, humans have the capacity for an incomparable amount of exertable control over that of their environment.
Those of the lineage Zeus & ³chosen sons of the "God" had, along with the Baccuhi, relocated or slayed the majority of the island's predators.
All those who would not be or could not be companions, like Lupus & Lybica.
The few remaining were nocturnal.
The relocation or slaying of them, any & all nocturnal predators,
Fell to those responsible for when Darkness dawned & Night reigned.
Those "descendants" of Hades, lineage of Zeus.
And in that, "The Great Hunt," we found among the elusive,
As we had found among the obvious,
Many other intelligent animals.
Many welcomed companions.
Wherein was birthed the Zageuri title,
Noctus.
The Nocti, the owls.
Gardeners in their own right,
Yet still hunters.
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 5:34 PM UTC
Aerate my mind,
Plant the bulbs of new thought,
As germination of your methods begin, roots take in other parts of my brain.
The soil of my mind, so rich with life, do not give me ericaceous ideas.
Know my temperament, know my methods, know what to pollinate.
Let me blossom on my own accord,
While you may be deciduous, let me be
Evergreen.
May 28, 2025
May 28, 2025 at 11:32 AM UTC
The scent of the garden,
Left its traces on my hands,
As I danced around pulling weeds
and disposing of them in bands.
Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 8:31 PM UTC
You plant thoughts as leaves gently wander,
Passions pulse through pathways, profound and precise,
In the purity of petals, where phronesis lies.
You, the paragon of patience, a perennial sage,
With palms that nurture petals, planting wisdom on each page.
Under the pergola of pondering, you prune with care.
From the garden of the mind, in a perpetual maze,
Paving pathways of purpose,
In the garden, pure thoughts are found
BB
Jun 26, 2024
Jun 26, 2024 at 6:58 PM UTC
Cool autumn day,
Sunny, yet fresh.
Brimming with possibility;
Seedlings bought,
To be planted and sought,
And potent pellets to feed
the garden, come what may.
Shades of orange peppers on the lawn
Leaves lay scattered, tired and strewn.
To rake or not,
Begs opportunity —
May 18, 2024
May 18, 2024 at 12:14 AM UTC
Lawrence Hall, HSG
[email protected]
Gardening with Happy Bees
…for so work the honey-bees,
Creatures that by a rule in nature teach
The act of order to a peopled kingdom
-Henry V, I.ii.87-89
A bumblebee hovers in front of my face
No hostility; it’s simply greeting me
As I putter from *** to place to *** again
Messing contentedly with seedlings and soil
But honeybees race around me in formation
No hostility; they’re ignoring me
They speed from water to flower to hive and back –
After all, every flower needs a little love (wink)
Blessed spring hovers softly everywhere
As bee-sy bees sing their sweetest airs
Mar 15, 2024
Mar 15, 2024 at 9:09 PM UTC
When the moonlight
lowers
i see in the night
a tearful ghostly light
don't know where it came from
can't even get a whiff
but i know
the petunia is meditating
unperturbed
can't really read her heart
can't tell how strong
she actually is
though the frost and dew
have barged in
the angle of the fallen fence
is expanding
but this i know
when the morning comes
she'll be awake
she'll be something different
i know
it must be the sunrise
that is able to mulch and sprout
the most captivating smile.
Jul 25, 2023
Jul 25, 2023 at 8:40 AM UTC
A prophet once proffered a parable,
A wheatable teaching and tarable,
Concerning the needs
Of a sowers sown seeds
That require a soil that's arable.
Jul 8, 2023
Jul 8, 2023 at 2:23 PM UTC
If the cosmos sought to recreate me
As one of her plants
What a most beautiful life that would be.
I'd come into her house, a seed in earth
Held in her soft hands
With her sweet tenderness growing my worth.
She can see the future, what I will be
Pour love into soil
And smile as I begin growing my leaves.
She'd fawn to her friends of every new sprout
And give me a name
Maybe Henry, Pickle, Daniel or Scout.
Where others see a fern, she sees new love,
Something to treasure
Breathing the exhalation from her lungs.
I'd unfurl my plume for her eyes alone,
Hear her sweet whispers
In a place I know would always be home.
Aug 8, 2022
Aug 8, 2022 at 11:05 AM UTC
I think there was something wrong with my bladder
I noticed I was starting to *** a lot
(Must have had an infection somewhere),
It was like every thirty minutes I was going off to the loo
At this rate I thought you'll have the handle of the loo worn off with all the toilet flushing you're doing,
A little while later I'm out in my back garden walking, getting some air
And there's this... there's this great big **** just growing there
And I think to myself "I wonder what'd happen if I peed on that ****
Would it **** it or have any effect on it'
So I started peeing on the **** and you know strangely it starts to become this kind of obsession with me
A kind of a scientific experiment, this peeing on the ****
(Probably shows how empty my life is LoL)
All through the day I go out to *** on my ****
Even at night I go out with a flashlight just to *** on my ****
And sure enough about a week and a half later
The leaves their all starting to wilt, the whole plant just starts turning to mush
Well that's quite a discovery I say to myself,
*** it's a a potent weedkiller
And then there's this other **** a different kind of **** and I start peeing on that one too
And y'know the same thing happens
After a week or two of being constantly peed upon
The other **** starts to wilt as well turn to mush
I'm suddenly reminded of the famous old scientist Issac Newton
The guy who was out in his garden one day and got hit on the head with the apple and then invented gravity
(What goes up must come down)
"Well", I thought, "Issac you're not the only one who discovered something in his garden
Us scientists, yea! we got to stick together, we're a rare breed altogether"
Anyway awhile later I'm down the shop and I bump into this neighbour of mine
He asks me 'Are you enjoying the lovely Spring weather ?'
I told him I was, that it was lovely weather
Then he asks 'Are you doing any Spring cleaning, that house of yours ?'
I thought for a second, then said "Spring cleaning...Naw!"
Then I smiled "But I have... I have been doing a spot of gardening though".
May 2, 2022
May 2, 2022 at 8:08 PM UTC
I pluck the weeds out of my head every season,
All the bad, the negative thoughts, the unhealthy habits,
so the flowers have room to grow.
Until the next season,
when the weeds regrow and I must pluck them again.
I grab the base, pulling up the roots,
Without roots, they won’t grow back.
They do.
Apr 12, 2022
Apr 12, 2022 at 3:26 PM UTC
He's tending the garden.
Earth on his hands
Sweat on his neck.
Sprinkling seeds
From freshly spent flowers.
I can't see his eyes behind his Ray Bans
But I know they're focused, delighted
Observing the occupants and visitors
In his cultivated oasis.
To keep the garden nurtured,
protected,
is critical.
He worries when the storms roll in.
How will they fare?
But he does what he can.
He rids the area of weeds
And cares for slender stems.
It's a promise kept
To tend and till.
In the garden he's a father too.
Nov 8, 2021
Nov 8, 2021 at 10:41 AM UTC
🌻
SUNFLOWERS
GROW TO
CREATE A
GLOW
🌻
JUST THE WAY
YOU MAKE ME FEEL
LIKE A SUNFLOWER
🌻
GROWING TALL
UNDER THE SUN
SUMMER'S HERE
AND YOU KEEP ME
SAFE AND WARM
🌻
KNOWING THAT ALL IS GOOD,
ALL IS FINE
AS LONG AS YOU HAVE
YOUR
SUNFLOWER TO
SHINE
🌻
FLOWERS BLOOM
BUT NONE LIKE
YOUR BRIGHT
SUNFLOWER
🌻
Jul 21, 2021
Jul 21, 2021 at 1:36 AM UTC
It was an unexpected travesty
While I sipped on my Paris tea
Black and swirling in the creamy cup
The melancholy inside wasn’t made up
The touches shared never to be replayed
A pen left wordless on the splotched page
The story of us dwindled and ended
I’ll yearn the soul I lost and befriended
It stains the wanderings in my heart
Restless longing never to depart
Will she look at you the way I did too
Or with her smile is your gaze anew
Amongst any spoken tendril I have to say
You’ll ignore it regardless, keep it at bay
No matter wherever I beg and try
Forever I’ll be pinned as the bad guy
Your friends affirm it without any doubt
The words you spill attract gallons of clout
And even with a vine of knowledge to prove
They’d pry and spy ‘til nothing’s left to prune
Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 11:14 PM UTC
A plant outstretches its frame,
in steady growth and tenor;
A new leaf still wrapped unto itself,
must unfold to meet the world.
A universe appears,
and another dissipates;
Yet a leaf is born,
between the stars and dirt -
from the dust and decay.
A sapling reaches for sun and rain,
as I search for pen and paper.
After all,
We all do what we can.
Apr 8, 2021
Apr 8, 2021 at 5:49 PM UTC