"fertiliser" poems
Far on a lunatic sea, filled with tranquility and serenity, love and devotion, some flowers have made it their goal to bloom in purity,
Innocent looking, sweet and with a scent from amongst the heavens,
Tricking their foolish, mindless pray to come closer to them while seeping in spite and hatred, longing for revenge for their reflection,
A soft breeze accompanies the starlit sky, transient moonlight lurks through in a ghastly, bluish horizon as it rises to claim the heavens for his own once he had reached its fullest phase, ahh those phantoms,
Gone mad through a night full of punishment and bloodshed,
Before the petals can scatter in a dawning sky they seek for an intent,
Finally an attempt would be able to be made, a pity human draws near, weeping in sorrow and grief, causing them to shake excitedly
As then their roots would rush out of the ground and imprison him,
Twisted illusion of diversion, as they pierce through skin and bones, dragging his struggling, flailing body underground,remaining unseen
Feeding on his blood, using his corpse as a fertiliser they stay pure,
Moved for one instant, they dive deeper into the soil of this landscape
Hatred twines around them, causing disturbance in their memories,
It is alike to be left in an accelerating world of recurrance, everlasting,
Until the sunrise has dyed the sky in red and everything replicates
~ Umi
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 8:43 AM UTC
You're are the love of my life
The lyrics to the happiness of my life
The fertiliser to my joy
Paradoxically the more I look at you the more beautiful you become
I'm a mic You're my amplifier
You're the love of my life
The destiny to my journey
I will never leave you
So that I can have children like you
Because beautiful is the reflection of who you are
I look at your heart its written fragile
So I will always handle you with care
You're are the love of my life
The antidote to my anger
You are my other half
Without you am incomplete
Your warm hugs feels like heaven on earth
Forever you are mine so am I
You're the love of my life
My jersey in winter
Words cannot completely describe my love for you
But always remember that I can die for you
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 4:48 AM UTC
This is your day in the sun,
Your day of triumph,
Of commitment,
Of promise and intention,
Of New Beginnings,
The end of loneliness.
This is the new foundation,
The plying together of bricks and mortar
The bricks to give colour and shape,
The mortar to give structure and soundness,
So that together you are an impregnable fortress
With doors of heartfelt love,
Windows of vision,
Rooms of peace and generousity,
Furnishings of service and beauty,
And a garden of sweet memories to grow.
I wish you success at every turn,
Joy on every path,
Delight in all the little things of life,
Deeply rooted and vigorously sprouting shoots of loyalty and love
Nurtured on the fertiliser of experience and wisdom,
And
LONG LIFE TOGETHER!
with
very much love
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 5:10 AM UTC
Jeter ma gourme
Voilà ce que je voudrais faire
Et surtout la jeter avec toi
Et commettre ainsi mes premières frasques
Ou plutôt les secondes
Car j'ai oublié les premières.
Jeter sa gourme
Ce n'est pas se gourmer
Ce n'est pas un duel
C'est faire exploser sa pureté séminale
Et vouloir semer sa semence
Aux quatre vents
Mais moi ma semence telle une pivoine sauvage
Vole légère et virginale pour se blottir en toi
Te pénétrer, te fertiliser, ma méduse pélagique, à l'ombrelle bleue et rose,
Jusqu'aux derniers interstices
Accepte ma gourme, translucide et molle
Je ne la jette pas
Je te l'offre, cette efflorescence,
Je te la destine
Je te l'adresse dans tes eaux.
Je suis dans ma seconde jeunesse
Et je te prie de croire que cette gourme
Est un précipité pimenté de cheval, d'hippocampe et d'hippopotame
Même si elle n 'a rien d'un mastodonte.
Et non seulement je veux qu'elle te fertilise
Mais je veux que tu la goûtes
Et la savoure comme un bon bourgogne
Ou beaujolais nouveau
Je veux que tu t'en badigeonnes
Le corps et l'âme
Je veux que tu t'en maquilles
Les lèvres et les paupières
Et que ce fluide soit ta crème de beauté permanente.
Je veux que dans chaque café du petit matin
Une deux ou trois gouttelettes de cette gourme vienne sucrer ta journée
Et l'égayer de délicieuses bandaisons intimes
Et invisibles mais réelles
Lèche, prends, c'est de la tendresse liquide
De la chaleur liquide
De l'amour liquide
C'est ma cyprine à moi
Et comme je suis bavard et volubile
Je m'en sers pour t'écrire
En hiéroglyphes dont seule toi peut lire
Les encres sympathiques
Et je te dis :
Ma gourme t'aime maintenant
Ma douce, torride et brûlante Pelagia noctulica.
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 4:11 AM UTC
So slow the morning wakes...
stretching ancient limbs
to once more touch the sky
it's voice found in birdsong and in bark
in babbling brook and breeze
it's beauty seen in every scene and scenic view
life arising from death
as fallen tree breaks down and finds itself
once more a part of the forest
home to insect and grub
fertiliser to his fellow woodland giants
as once more morning breaks
with stretching ancient limbs
to once more touch the sky.
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 10:59 AM UTC
I was just sitting and drinking a mug of coffee
And looking at the proliferation of colours round the lawn
In one small corner of the garden one almost bare brown patch
Small green shoots there are starting to show through
Those tiny specs of green are pricelesss to me
More priceless than even my most expensive rose
You see those small green shoots have sprung from
a handful of seed I spread about a month ago
They were........Wild flowers seeds.
No pruning will I do to keep them in check
No fertiliser will they get nor water when its hot
They can get on and do their own thing
They will feed the butterflies and bees
I love them
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 6:21 AM UTC
What makes a man, a man,
What makes a beast, a beast.
Is it the way in which he lives?
Or the way his ancestor's lived.
The past haunts the present,
The present awaits the future.
Uncertainties tangled within time.
Who will become what,
Travelling down the dark valley,
Withering into the future,
As a rose withers in the winter.
Next springs fertiliser.
What will become of the master species?
The master of all,
But space,time and nature,
The three untameable beasts of the universe.
How can we control our fate,
When we can't control our present?
The grand illusion,
Free-will,
Time,
Humanity.
What is humanity?
When we praise those who ****
For a supposed cause.
What cause can justify the malevolent killings,
Of innocent women and children?
What's humane about our nature?
When we devastate cities,
Regardless of the cost.
How can you put a price on a human life?
Especially ones so innocent.
How can we persecute those who are different?
How can we be different,
When we're all human.
Two arms, two legs.
Two eyes, two ears.
One mouth. One brain.
Speak your mind,
Open your eyes,
See the atrocities of our so called "humanity"
Why do we create,
When all we do is destroy?
Why do we work,
When all we do is spend?
Why leave a scar on Earth's face,
When it's all going to end anyway.
How can we live,
A life like this,
Filled with misery,
Famine,
Destruction,
Wars.
Because it's life.
Jun 16, 2012
Jun 16, 2012 at 5:14 AM UTC
I remember the little stories about the quotidian,
those garden plants, fertiliser and growth
you, tumbling unscathed whilst climbing up yet another tree
your voice, reverberating at the end of a phone line: "hallo???"
And how we marvelled at your F1 driving
as you kept silent
(you liked it secretly, we know)
You were a mechanic
with an unusual gift for sound
And I learnt respect one Sunday morning
when mummy told me your story
of how you closed a dead man's eyes
with a promise of providence
It's the first time death has hit
so close to home
yet it is a difficult concept to grasp,
so far away from home
and still, I return
half-expecting to see you waiting at your door
And i have started to twitch at the word "grandfather"
because you only feel the absence
in light of a presence.
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 8:30 PM UTC
Over and over the same foes on a piece of ground where nothing grows
Fertiliser the blood of a child a seed won't grow even if it tried
Your cause is lost in hate and fear humanity does not live here
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 6:47 PM UTC
I was a gift upon the heart of
soiled regression.
Never one to look a gift in the mouth of fallen
promises.
For the decaying leaves
left before me,
were not for lost causes.
But fertiliser of new reflections.
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 12:40 PM UTC
Dearest daughter.
Seed planted at twelve,
spiralling, sprawling.
Fourteen's springtime; sprouting,
while toiled and soiled,
till twenty's plenty.
The precious peers arrive,
cans in one, fertiliser in the other.
You plead, you beg,
nothing but stilted silence
escapes.
Expansion you cannot take.
Not for this inner tree of black,
where nothing but anguish falls.
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 9:33 AM UTC
What is there to do?
Late nights and late mornings, coco pops for lunch.
Mourning Wetherspoons with friends, drinks and
3am cheesy chips, laughter like clowns on steroids.
Today I cried over my laptop dying
and I can’t use Facebook on a wide screen.
I’m pining more for real faces though
and having jokes heard and my expressions seen.
The evenings mission is dinner, lining up
the vegetables like soldiers and making
food does seems that serious now.
Outside the streetlights somehow look dimmer.
But when spring hits the watts of sun will
glow like shining daffodils and we shall
bloom too and grow using fertiliser that
forms out of the depth of solitude.
Nov 28, 2020
Nov 28, 2020 at 11:16 AM UTC
All we have is the dead body
to leave fertiliser for the earth
Spirit, now that's another thing entirely
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 7:55 PM UTC