"fertilised" poems
The sky above me, closed in as the dark, ominous yet fascinating rainclouds have driven near, gathering together in a council.
As it begins to drizzle, soft, warm and little raindrops, fall in
line, gently, carelessly hitting the earth, moistening it in their line.
Once in a while, as the rain gains its strengh, hitting the ground below with more speed and roughlessness in their action,
Rays of the purest light, sent by the sun as it shines above the darkening sky, a sensation for ones optic nerv, a sensation for the eye,
make it through and let this scene shine further more.
Graceful drops, carrried and distorted by the majestic wind,
Create a lovely melody on my window, as they one by one fly into it.
Now as the soil is fertilised, life will surely grow from the sunlight.
Alike the raindrops are carried by the wind, my mind engages with this scene, lets me fall in love with this beautiful earth.
A little rain shall not be the cause of sadness, as it truly is a reminder of the moments of love wich it makes easier to determine.
So I keep my gaze out of the window and enjoy the weather
Until then, the sky clears up and the sun shines again.
~ Umi
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 5:19 PM UTC
My mushroom was watered by your juices
fertilised the head grew in your dampness.
the seedling grew in anticipation, would it
seed in needed spaces or would it be launched
to the gravity of its surroundings and fall cold.
Could this eclipse of growth be sustained, or
in the throws of becoming dehydrated in the
over gratification of over consumption wither
in needed times and never reach its potential of
what was needed. But become withered in momentary
over indulgence and go limp in the field of warmth..
This once proud mushroom ever reaching new heights,
Its stalk standing once tall but now faltering and lying
motionless where once it stood tall. that warm space
waiting, wanting its seeds to flourish in this damp
place. Know all but dried up, waiting for another flourishing
head to seed its dampness where the other fell silently limp.
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 6:26 PM UTC
There is a place
in you
that needs a name
but you're an absolute beginner
at naming things.
Centred in this pathos, I've never known
whether to create stillness or bitter passion.
In this, there is a sacrifice,
something to see through to the end.
The openness I sometimes extract
can break me down.
Is it better
to find a way to say it?
Would it be better to hang for it
or to forget
how the fig is fertilised?
In its sweetness,
to forget
the distaste of undermining friendship.
I have stretched myself into the past.
I have stretched my body
to see the places it could end.
Vein bubbles
from where it started,
wet bloodgasps;
sorry smear of a poem
they write your name next to.
History repeats, all that's left;
neutrality at the cost of
a better passion,
and the count of
how many ribs you have and how many you've lost.
I abuse my fingers
and still expect them to carry me through.
There's always a way
to see trauma as something to crawl into.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 5:59 PM UTC
An Irish couple buy some fertilised duck eggs and they hatch.
But then they’re missing!
The cat is licking her lips.
Oh No!
They follow the cat to her snug in the barn.
She too has given birth.
Snuggled beneath the cat’s protective paws
Are suckling kittens and DUCKLINGS!
Had those dear ducklings hatched an hour earlier
Or later
They would have been cat food.
But around the birthing time Missus Cat was only a Mother,
Mothering anything that moved.
Mother Nature breeds such Motherly instincts.
A thing of Wonder.
A story that happens to be True.
Since then those ducks grew up
But still followed their “Mother”
Everywhere she went (within reason).
An unshakeable bond,
Lasting for ever.
Paul Butters
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 5:49 AM UTC
My world,
was overcast in
many ways, dark
cloudy gloomy days,
scary moonless starless nights,
The heart was sinking with pain.
One day with lightning it poured as
rain of words themes, i wrote, wrote and wrote, in the dream space i float, now my grey world is painted with the colorful themes, highlighted with my deepest feelings and in the bright sky the words are dancing with syllables,
The seeds of hope buried in the dark, when watered with the raining words, sprouted. The plant, when nourished by divine grace, fertilised by new ideas and creativity, came out of doom, about to bloom. one day
it will offer the shadow
of solace and the
fruits of love to
wanderers,
stranded
broken
loners
soon
will
turn
into
poetree
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 2:00 AM UTC
What brilliant baize of summer grasses
Sprung from the ochre sun-bleached passes
Imperial blades brushing and heaving
Glistening clustered fresh bright weaving
Pungent message, each leaf speaking
'Somewhere below, your drains are leaking'
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Inspired by a real patch of grass that was growing remarkably well in the middle of a drought because it was being fertilised by the leaking drains in the soil below!
Jul 20, 2010
Jul 20, 2010 at 2:11 PM UTC
Were they not reliable, the winds when they came
Was it not sadness they felt, when the tribes lost a name
(Amidst the rubble and ash,
he vivaciously spills his cash)
Was it not atonement swept across the crowd
Were their heads not solemn when they bowed
(A city in mourning,
strategic forewarning)
Did the music not play at low volumes in the eve
Did the stories of the past not eventually interweave
(He stands atop an empire so vast
realising now that his time has passed)
Do you not feel great elation that the town now lays dead
Do you not thank them kindly that you were allowed to be mislead
(Ah, but a story never ends with the champion
merely fertilised soil for the blooming rampion)
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 7:45 PM UTC
God serve us in daily bases,as daily we gaze through the rays of the sun with a reflection of the daily light.so lazy but utalised nor fertilised as we crawl under daily sins getting so much early abit more yearly,daily daily i look foward nor backwards.i sight fears while getting frozen tears daily daily daily saviour above lime pardons until i barely live all the daily life days.
Jun 29, 2011
Jun 29, 2011 at 11:26 AM UTC
Born of love
one likes to think
They never told you
Actions speak louder than words
Their actions told of no love unspoken
But instead
of resentment and anger
that you came into the world
Like a broken record
You didn't understand
You thought it all a mistake
They didn't belong to you
You came from someone else
But that was just denial
You didn't want to believe
that those who brought you forth
could be so cruel
"Sticks and stones will break my bones
but words will never hurt me."
Childhood mantra
Lies
Words strike the deepest wound
Cut through the layers
no wall impenetrable
Imprinted
in permanent ink
Or so you thought
Time moves on
death
age
illness
change the matrix
In your darkest hour
you think
"Can I forgive?
Can I forget?"
And then the demons came
travelling on the wings of death
A seemingly endless
drug-induced battle against illness
surgery on surgery
medevacs
"Come on," you say
"I can beat you all."
Bravado
but actually the truth
Demons equal rubbers
Triumph over them...
patterns, imprints erased
Enter step mother - stage right
Rug pulled
world upside down again
But you allowed it
Time stops for no man
Or woman
Age
More surgery
Mirrors
Thankful for all past events
They molded you
to the person you are
Give thanks with open heart
to he and she
For all their deeds
Their words didn't hurt you
They fertilised you
You blossomed
Build the bridge
He is old
He is your father
No denying it
Tell him you love him
With unfettered heart
And forgiveness in your voice
Be
Sep 28, 2010
Sep 28, 2010 at 6:00 PM UTC
They were plowing the fields today,
It was a relief to see,
They tilled and plowed and fertilised,
And now they are soft brown carpets
Awaiting seeds.
They plowed the fields today,
Just as I plowed my heart.
Now we are both ready for seeding.
I plant you in my heart as they plant the corn.
Soon there shall be seedlings,
Then sprouts and shoots shall follow,
If all goes well we shall reap a healthy harvest.
I wonder will the sun shine bright enough?
Will the rain fall well enough?
Will the world be kind enough,
For these tiny shoots to grow.
And I wonder will these seeds of ours
Root themselves deep within our hearts.
Will this love grow strong?
They reaped the harvest today.
A strong harvest.
I watched them 'til sundown.
Alone.
My heart is a field whose crop hasn't grown.
Maybe next year I'll leave it to fallow.
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 6:20 PM UTC
they are in the grass
beneath my feet
their fear distilled
into the trees
where the leaves
dance as their banners
and flags once did
in the cool breeze
a river of red where
they bled their last breath
now flows clear
no winners or losers here
the lush green foliage
tells the story of how
it is fertilised
by the bodies of men
who lost their lives
centuries ago
I can still feel them
in the landscape
they have grown
May 30, 2023
May 30, 2023 at 6:27 PM UTC
The first appeared to me in white, and I thought him pure of soul
Little did I know that night his spirit was black as coal
Conjuring many connotations, he seemed of pure intent
But his gift devoured nations as his plague would not relent
He spread like wildfire through the land, yet displaying no remorse
He paved the way for his brothers ****** each arrived in due course
A solemn warning that’s never heeded
Will breed nothing but despair
And no amount of promise or pleading
Will change what can’t be repaired
In red the second of the four needed no introduction
I knew at once that this was War, with havoc and destruction
He plied his trade while the world did bleed, and seeds of hate did sow
And ventured he upon his steed where no other man would go
For once the earth was fertilised from the spill of human veins
All the people he had terrorised succumbed to their own chains
A solemn warning that’s never heeded
Will breed nothing but despair
And no amount of promise or pleading
Will change what can’t be repaired
And scales in hand the third did spring with his mare dark as his heart
But far from justice he did bring; only famine did he start
And so just as midnight claims the sun he brought his starvation
To claim all good that was begun and reap his depravation
And even though his deed was done, spread far by his charcoal horse
All the suffering was far from gone; for horsemen come in fours
A solemn warning that’s never heeded
Will breed nothing but despair
And no amount of promise or pleading
Will change what can’t be repaired
And all too soon before me stood the fourth and final horseman
While there he stood with horse and hood spoke he to me his caution
Pale and pallid his horse and pallor; left a lot to be desired
Now invalid; vigour and valour; no longer are required
The Fates; their cloth length cut as due, they have measured mine alone
And now here He comes; Death right on cue, to claim me as his own
Copyright ©2016-2017 KF
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 7:40 PM UTC
We’re underground,
Millions of us beneath your every step,
Eating the mud and grime,
Keep the ground fertilised through time,
We fear the gushing waters that fall from way above,
They pour into our tunnels and make rivers of our homes,
Up we come to the surface and inhale the fresh, clean air,
And watch out for the sparrows lurking somewhere out there.
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 5:56 AM UTC
For months she had fertilised
watered, toiled for and nurtured
a seed meant for greatness
In a matter of minutes it would show
the fruit, the final test
a display of their labour's worth
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 1:53 PM UTC
Love is an egg.
It is blessed, within a jolly fine shell.
Inside lives life.
If the egg is an ova.
Fertilised by love itself .
Love grows rapidly inside.
The cracks appear, love's broken free.
(C) LIVVI
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 10:28 AM UTC
Today I have thought wonders
Miracles as said went with Christ
But no,
They exist.
I found two flowers chating:
Rose:sunflower I am worried my
friend,valentines day is approaching so fast!
Sunflower:but why my friend?
The world is fine ,it rains
We got fertilised ,we blossom and many more goods.
You see....
Rose:No!first of all I hate what you call rain or fertilizer, I can choose to end my life before this Valentines...
Sunflower: (laughing,Hahahaaaa,do not be stressed my dear,lead a promising life,you are beautiful,lovable,girlish and whatever great terminology dear.
So why......?
Rose:stop it,that is my problem now...the pick me and give me to their so called lovers,
As if not enough,they uproot my sidlings ...just advice me.
Rose:I am sorry my friend but can you talk with your customers they come for some this valentines?
I bet it sound nice to be loved like you!
The situations pressing hard
Are
The same situations that make others happy
Be cool and accept your being
You are great!
Accept everything in your life
Take problem as challenges
Make success out of them
And
Testimonies that stand
Shall prove your winning!
Believe me
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 6:06 AM UTC
Apple hanging there, do I dare
Take a bite, as the black branch
that you hang off, warped that
is the off spring of this bark black
as dark as night. This trunk of corruption
that has spawned this apple I now
do see within my sight.
You hang there dark shine, velvet
red, do you hide deceit under your
skin, are you rotten from the middle,
infested with that which circulates with
in this midnight black tree.
My fingers reach out to touch, would
but a feel be wrong, not plucked just
caressed still it would hang from this
tree never picked.
It hypnotises my senses to taste its flesh,
to pierce it would I suffer the fate of those
that littler the ground, the dead fertilised
this earth, is the tree a manifestation of
there hate, this apple not like a heart that
brings life to this darkness, if eaten will it eat
away at me, consumed by the dead that
have groomed this tree, a single apple waiting
To be ate..
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 5:41 PM UTC
the chocolate fertilised egg
it is getting close to easter and my friend was wanting to have a baby
right in time, for the big holiday, so i went to the ***** bank and asked them
if i could make a fertilised egg to put in my friends ****** to create life, and it just
so happens that my friend loves chocolate and she wanted her baby to love it too,
so every time the baby kicked, she would eat a block of chocolate, but she had no idea
of why she did that, it just seemed to make her happy i guess, but it forced the baby
to kick and kick and kick, and when i leaned over to hear the sound of the baby kicking
she would yell out, HEY, LOVE, GIVE ME THE CHOCOLATE, SO IT CAN MAKE MY FUCKEN EGGS
AND CREATE A LIFE WORTH LOVING. and i gave her a chocolate, and i started thinking
fancy a baby loving chocolate and i hope he or she is born at easter, it could make a superb
birthday present, yeah a chocolate bunny or an egg with smarties in the middle, and this will
be the the right time to fertilise the egg with a nice dose of chocolate, where every easter we will
have many parties to celebrate this wonderful easter.
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 7:08 AM UTC
RELAPSE
The time when it feels like life is throwing you fire
That moment when you decide to temporary mentally retire
In hopes to repair and recover
Before you got to get your thoughts together
A timer ticking, with less than four days.
Then you realise 2 days have slipped in a foggy haze
Another 12 hours disappear in a blink while I’m stuck in this maze
Mind jammed on repeat, running same old relays
Life on the brink, Useless skits stuck on replay.
Disaster strikes it’s second hit,
With the bowel empty, out of ****
tired and wired
In some serious need.
Next door possesses my ****
clock strikes 2am,
no hope for the action called- boomerang
thoughts doing laps- thinking-
Why did I leave it there for so long?
Drug-enduced thoughts shift the blame,
How could they do me so wrong?
By not returning Billson after borrowing,
Leads to plan B’s decease.
The creation of black death to ease the worrying.
Now in search for some other sweet release.
Should have prepared a stash of sleepers
But I’ve used them all up,
Option C – A pill with effects like ******
Zanexe don’t stand a chance anymore,
Immune to those dowsers, always needing a top-up.
The familiar stench of the chemicals on my skin,
Reminds me of all the times I swore I hated this sin.
Yet here I am again, where on earth do I begin?
Perhaps when I had my first lapse,
6 days ago, 2 points and didn’t collapse.
Which fertilised the seed planted by an addict
1 month off a year clean…
I was truly recovering
Then hell froze over turning my skies unclear,
That tickle got me thoughtful with the unspoken words - ‘I gotta have more’.
For of cause tomorrow I know I will be sore,
With that familiar dismantling pain,
For I have walked this road before.
For it I search, an act previously well-rehearsed
Found and purchase ordered,
I reach into my purse,
And as easy as that, transaction recorded.
- LetterGoddess
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 12:50 PM UTC
'Oga, wetin you bring come na'
Nothing, sorry.
'My broda, what do you have for us'
Love, only love.
'Where is my morning coffee?'
Pardon? I'm not a café.
Where did you bury it?
Your shame, your conscience?
It must be somewhere dark and deep.
Where you are haunted by dreamless sleep.
Some with a uniform, some with a gun
Some with a smile, with a glint of fun.
All with hands outstretched, seeking, begging
Asking, threatening.
So much coded, yet crystal intent.
It has spread all over, from the janitor to the judge
All that is different are the sums and the styles.
Corruption corrupts all. It condemns all.
Yet, it spreads further, fertilised by impunity.
Fed by the hopelessness of 'how things are'
They sell their integrity for pennies,
They sell us all out for what I spend on toilet paper.
Where did you bury it?
Your future and that of your children?
What price their integrity?
What cost the impunity?
Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 7:00 AM UTC
Some say that pens are more dangerous than guns,
Words are more harmful than bullets.
If men of honour aren’t our kind,
Better to go home, shut the doors,
Hope for a saviour and fight no more.
Some say that war is preferable to peace,
Death is more honourable than defeat.
If theatre of war isn’t our kind,
Better to back off, close the gates,
Hope for peace and strike no more.
Bullets in our left leg won’t stop us walking.
We keep walking this dark path together.
We are on our way to victory.
Our bond is fertilised by blood.
Our fight has just begun.
Bullets in our left chest won’t stop us climbing,
We keep climbing upward on our miseries.
We are on our way to victory.
Our glory is secured by death.
Our fight will never end.
Some say that love is more poisonous than hatred,
Pretty is more deceitful than ugly.
If women of fate aren’t our kind,
Better to go to bed, close the eyes,
Hope for a nice dream and justify no more.
Some say that a few is more than many,
Soft is more powerful than hard.
If the will of heaven isn’t our kind,
Better to end the show, bring down the curtain,
Hope for a miracle and pray no more.
Our glory is secured by death.
Our bond is fertilised by blood.
Our fight has just begun.
Our fight will never end.
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THE END
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 6:05 AM UTC
Star- bred stallions
We are made of star stuff and it's fading away dear humanity
Look at yourselves.
See the waste you are pouring back and forth from your bodies to the sea
Regurgitate
It is not boring to be alive
To see our reflections in a puddle on a rainy day, walking to school
Our lives are strings criss-crossing and attached to others oh so delicately, tangled in hard knots that sway in the wind
We are made of moonlight and sprinkles of sea-water
We are Gods with shining eyes that refuse to look down from the sun
Open your mouths and say what you mean
And mean what you say
Don't forget to look at the forests crying at how wonderful it is to be alive
It is not boring to be alive
We don't know why we're here but not everything needs a reason
The most beautiful things have no cause at all
We are the dead, our past lives have fertilised the soil that grew the plants our mothers ate
We are the lives before us
It doesn't end but it's always different
Look up
Smile
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 4:58 PM UTC
I have realised that these past few months have reaffirmed a feeling that I have longed for - of to be wanting and to be wanted by you.
While we were both too quick on our mouths to say the magical three words, we were also too quick on our feet to leave the chaotic madness we ourselves brought into our lives.
At the end, of our phone calls, of our verbal conversations, of our faces on the screens and of subtle touches; we have went through this - by the feeling of to be wanting and to be wanted by each other.
I have always wanted you since the beginning and you were clever enough to say that too. You were sincere as much as I was on playing the hide and seek game of love in the beginning.
It was enjoyable to say the least; you were over the moon and I was already at the edge of the galaxy. It happened in split second - too fast to even realise we have stepped into the medieval game of ********** of controlling ourselves and the other.
Suddenly things changed, we were anchored by our feelings, our minds were hanged on the thread of irrational thoughts, blinding our minds of the same feeling we sought for in the beginning - of us wanting and to be wanted by each other.
Yes, I am greedy to want you all to myself. No one can touch you, complement you or even smile at you. No one shall dare neither to want you like I want you nor to look at you like I look at you. It is who I am - greedy for the best thing that life has to offer to me and you are, my love, the best thing that I have wished for.
Yes, I am selfish to want you all to myself. By succumbing you to my harshest, meanest laws - without ever thinking about you and your own greediness and selfishness. It was a mistake and for that my love for you forever and always is the price I shall pay by sweats, toil and tears of my soul and body.
Sayang,
I have chosen you for my greediness and selfishness;
I have chosen you to be the world that I show my darkest desires;
I have chosen you to be the world that I indulge my fantasies about the brightest days of my life with you as my wife.
To live is to choose and to live with you forever is a choice worth taking - for all the happy memories and sad emotions we have fertilised our stories together.
Sayang,
I want you alone and I am yours alone, too.
Let me be your knight, your Protectorate,
The man of actions that you wish for me to be and I will serve you;
For you are the Queen of my heart.
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 11:09 AM UTC