"seeding" poems
wear gloves on your hands,
leaving your eyes free to speculate
and your mind to record
the life of the plant;
and the life of the one who nurtures and tends
follow-from the fallow soil
to my edible plated consumption,
from the baby bud nipping
to sharp crack shot at picking,
to my tongue licking
both your produce and you
you may feed me poems
when the real harvesting is done,
grown in your own private plot,
from you, my good fellow,
follow with love delivered to
my expecting fallow-soul,
awaiting your seeding me,
and I,
you...
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 12:00 PM UTC
"How does a flower move"
When wind does not blow,
Stalk
Petals
Pollen
Released, sprinkled
Upon the ground below,
Does it dance for the sun
Energy
Food
Nourishment
From above and below
People ask
"How does a flower move"
"When wind does not blow"
"Simple"
Its worms tickling its
Gentle roots, many tickling in one go,
Its pollen falling is its laughter
Seeding the floor below
So when you see
Trees
Bushes
Flowers
Gyrating, moving with out wind,
Know its those naughty playful worms
Slithering, tickling there sensitive roots below..
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 11:10 AM UTC
Washing, ironing, cooking, cleaning
The work is never done!
Lunching, shopping, relaxing, reading
I’ve heard is much more fun.
Sweeping, mopping, dusting, shining
Who thinks up all these gigs?
But what I really want to know right now
Is who left open the barn door to let in the pigs?
Mowing, weeding, trimming, seeding
Are mans work, but I’m all on my own
I gave birth to a virtual army
But housework is their No Go Zone!
Yelling, screaming, crying, keening
Achieves naught but my puffy face
I’ve given up such futile exercises
That puts no one in their place.
I hear “Can you help me please”
They hear “Blah Blah Blah”
Maybe I need to learn sign language
One gesture can go so far!
To this end I have ultimately decided
And I really do think this is for the best
To sit right down with drink in hand and
Let the little piggies wallow in their own mess!
24/07/2010
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 5:56 AM UTC
Hardened hearts are blind
To the beating, seeding rhymes
That lay deep, grounded inside
Skeletons that never die.
Aug 11, 2010
Aug 11, 2010 at 12:02 AM UTC
the winter has shed tears for the year, seeding ambition in soil.
my daffodils remember to spring. folding inside a
hot bed of bacteria.
i turn and bend in tuned to chronic aches.
each twist in the tree around time
caught a glimpse
of lighting showers.
this garden is filled with dead leaves.
the first bloom of heat.
sparks, a summer fire.
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 3:54 PM UTC
Our galaxy, a ship, speeding into the depths, of deep space, a casualty in permit, heeding the concepts, of our place, in space-less mass, glimmering from the cast, of gods, even from the cracks and smog, we move along the path, of our intent, hell bent to extend our wrath, upon the woes of men, unknown to the myriad angles, in the dangled essence, of the limitless blessings, in the finite structuring, of negative nothings, filling our hearts of imagination, manifesting, in our epiphanies recollections, of days gone, but came back to be, born freely, looping infinitely, simultaneous, in every possibility of personally realized realities, realizing themselves in sunless helms of technology, merging with the organics of our being, and seeding, the start of everything.
Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 2:13 PM UTC
The first leaf born from the forests seeding. Birthing
What flourished, grew here today. Each woodland had
A keeper, a life born from seed to the fruit of souls.
Animals nourished this new born, language of each
Taught, spoken winds told her of what happened
Near and far the woodland was a majestic place.
Upon a staff the first leaf flourished free floating
Energies of the forest flowed, emanated from its aura.
The winds spoke and she listened staff held in hand.
A light birthed from the sky had found ground and
Trees set ablaze in it anger, their cries heard felt, pain
As life was slowly turned to lifeless ash, she cried.
As her staff called upon elements, ground, water, air.
Each apart to platy as the stream did rise upon the
Banks water did touch her feet and the staff came down.
The vines did drop entwined in circular stance and water
Fed and rained out, quenching diluting flames anger.
The pain felt as smouldering now floating ash.
Her hand felt the orchard of blackened bark, some lost.
But in time new life would flourish where it fell, consumed
To ash before. A seed she settled where new birth given form.
She bowed to the forest for it guidance. A droplet feel from
The first leaf, a tear of sorrow for what was lost, nourishing,
Healing those not fallen bark did scar, reminders of before.
She walks among the trees, the winds talk too her, she laughs
Sometimes a joke maybe wind is funny that way, the cycle
Continues she is the guardian of first leaf, and then she walks.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 6:26 AM UTC
Bedtime Villain
Cater to your need
Predator
Stalking to tease
Needing your pieces
pleading
Tasting your creases
Seeding you
Feeding your weakness
Inches seem endless
Clichés say breathless
While clenching tear the sheets
Tongues touch toes
Fingers pierce holes
Singing lyrics with moans
I alone seek your big O.
I take you and I make u
I thrash u and bath u
I hate u with love
like **** I intrude
Though consent we agreed upon
You struggle but no escape can be seen
Till I'm done in between, and have
Used every tool
From Face, protruding mounds from the waist
Hands, legs, embraces, and beggars pledge
I want you so bad
Its like death when denied
To live in you
Is like death when it ends
To have your flesh
Is the best death
-Xin-
Oct 23, 2012
Oct 23, 2012 at 1:02 PM UTC
Free falling; gone in an instant-- blink of an eyelash faster than lightning, flashing like brilliance
Drilling holes into the psyche
Astronomical; impeccable aim
Breathtaking colors with patterns like kaleidoscopes the creativity blows the mind
It's the morphine you can take without overdosing in pain and numbness
It's the chase you can't escape if you wanted to but you won't even try
It's the height of ecstasy and the awe of gratification
Its pure and magnetizing invigoration
When you prove what you set out to prove
When you give it all, you have everything to lose
The negative chatter fills the gaps of endurance and credence
The silence of the aftermath, leaves a clear distinctive taste
All the critics and the villains siphon air so you lose the ability to breathe
There is a glimmer, a tiny microorganism still standing on two feet pushing forward
Moving slow
Falling sideways
All, all alone
Glowing, fueling, bursting...flooding roadblocks, causing traffic
All the commotion is seeding havoc
Like an artist left unknown...you will grow
Flow and flower into a masterpiece
And the free fall secures you high amongst the nebula
There is no more spiraling downwards there is only a tiger lurking, always ready to pounce
On their victims, on the goals you've set ahead
Like a real winner always does, you finish first
because you did your very best
You're a tiger and you just earned you your stripes
So leave the amateurs on their soap box discombobulated
You're resilient, even savvy
You're a vision to be reckoned with
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 3:07 AM UTC
maybe someday I'll give a ****
and write something with substance
or maybe I'll keep the ****
so I can have something in abundance
and maybe I'll quit this ****
as a **** you" to redundance
nah
super novas
seeding flowers
a woman's powers
late night hours
falling towers
jehovah jehovah
these flowers are novas
Jan 18, 2011
Jan 18, 2011 at 7:56 AM UTC
green,
jaded by this world's jealousy
I covet only a field of young wheat
in which to lay and
watch the lemon-lime
seed heads sway in the wind.
to hear the sussurant whispers
as the heads, heavy with potential
rub one to another
in a constant dance.
feeling the earth warm beneath me
the smell of growth and verdancy
pungent in my nostrils.
contemplating chlorophyll and photosynthesis
. ... and cell structures
watching a olive green grasshopper
crawl up the stalk of the plant and
balance on the head, before leaping
into the field,
absorbed within the
shuffling hues of green.
melding with the rythm of the ants
as they march and
marveling at the butterflys dance
green, green,
seeding into my self,
growing little tendrils of life....
that tickle my weary soul and
etch a smile upon my face...
green.
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 9:46 PM UTC
Stunning she called the morning to gather it was her reflection that made all luminous and she
Turned from side to side all quarters of sun and shade settled in precise conforming feature it
Had no deviation it had no desire but was content to be her blossoming statement where her
Hair softly flowed down the sides and back was illusion and reality colliding slipping into a soft
Dark unspoken richness that defied appropriate telling her forehead was the first mold God
Used to make the first Angel from this creation dreams were first formed they arose mist like in
The quietest indulgence of the mind the eye brows were the seeding place of richest
Placements on fine porcelain it would begin the guessing of wonder how can such creation be
The eyes were jewels not mined in any worlds that we know cheeks aglow from fires deep
Within jungles unexplored by man the nose pristine you have to venture forth to rarest tents
Where nomads set in the midst of tapestry where inlaid golden folds lay with purist
Silver and emerald cloth and distilled breathing of goddesses and gave them a fitting that
Staggered the thoughts of those who came to look on these sights her lips were desire
Encapsulated in pink the entering of layers rivaled one another one on the top and between
Teeth a mix of ivory and pearl to be exposed was to lose ones breath and cast away
Reason briefly the chin the master stroke the line flowing from the ear was the perfect order
Holding all in eye appealing perfection the neck was enthralling understated composure
Shoulders rounded joining the graceful arms that premiered as musical a ***** that completes
Everything into perfection curvaceous loveliness man proclaims his strength woman surpasses
Him through soft quiet femininity that even assures his success through these powers that rise
Not from pride but from gifts that is profound and indescribable not better than man but the
best of man resides in her heart of hearts
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 11:15 PM UTC
Wake up some days like I must be dreanin
Feinnin for a state a mind
That gives life meaning,
Submerged in reasoning,
Drowned by thinking
I see the white light
Or am I dreaming
Am I feeling this way for no reason?
Subconsciously bleeding
Sharing my thoughts like I’m seeding
An open book who’s reading
A case against life I’m pleading
In the game I’m seasoned
But if it’s the truth I’m speaking
Tell me if I’m dreaming,
Tell me if you see them
The haters the fakers the tyrants
Promoting convictions and violence
My people on the Earth are dying
Because these demons in disguise stay lying
I’m trying **** right trying to cease the pain and the crying
Mothers tears who fear their children’s death is near
I’m clear in what saying so don’t get my words twisted
Like I be having distorted visions
, Never That,
My dreams are vivid my lyrics descriptive
I’m not saying I’m gifted
But this truth will make you question religion
Will make aggressive from timid
God said we are all made in his image
Minus mutations from Chemist
Our genes don’t flex like gymnast
This world’s stress is our limit
Without artificial stress we can live it
Live life like back in the Garden of Eden
Like children at play hope hasn't gone away
Conscience fleeting today,
Emotions peeling away
Drinking whiskey straight
I guess this is the way
I guess this is the place
Life just whisking away
Who’ll miss me anyways?
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 4:17 PM UTC
I am the vessel of my ship,
I am to wrestle a little twit.
Will you help me find my virginity?
I think I've lost it somewhere,
Or someone borrowed it.
I am a farmer of black beans,
I am the Tarmac at the airport,
Will you join me for coffee?
I think I'm seeding the soil,
I found purchase in this toil.
I hate traffic and sputnik,
I love triptychs and music,
Is it you, me and everyone we know?
I guess we can play monopoly,
Just lay down your weapons, I'm fun you see.
Of course you can trust me,
I'm not a wet black bean,
Can I sing the national anthem?
I speak ****** and some other lingo,
I read French and women undress.
On second thought I'll be a stallion,
And yes I'm part French-Italian.
How far does it go?
I'll tell you what, do you know the muffin man?
The one that lives on Drury Lane?
If you do open up, let Thomas the train do his run.
A hippopotamus would laugh at this,
These lines said with such a clever lisp.
It'd have to be high as a koala bear,
Eating eucalyptus leafs at the fair.
I couldn't be more assured of this,
I wouldn't be reimbursed to read miss.
Doesn't it hurt? Aren't you choking yourself?
No me feel no pain,
Cookies are like nova cane.
Last but not least,
It feels better than summer heat,
The question everyone is a critic for,
Are you happy?
If Lois Lane was a *****
Cookie Monster a compulsive eater.
Then of course I'm sure.
May 20, 2011
May 20, 2011 at 8:53 PM UTC
*
Remember
YOU should not leave this earth
Unless you have allowed
Someone to LOVE you unconditionally
Remember
YOU should not leave this earth
Unless you have
LOVED someone unconditionally
Remember
YOU should not leave this earth
Without being creative
When in LOVE
Remember
YOU should not leave this earth
Without transforming a consciousness
Of a soul in LOVE
Remember
YOU should not leave this earth
Without enlightening a human
With your devotional LOVE
Remember
YOU should not leave this earth
Without trusting the
Existence of your BELOVED
Who made your LOVE possible
Remember
YOU should not leave this earth
Without being a source of inspiration
For those who believe in LOVE
Remember
YOU should not leave this earth
Without planting, seeding & nourishing
Qualities of LOVE in fellow humans
Remember
YOU should not leave this earth
Without breaking monopolies
Of Religions, constitutions, laws, rules
That curb flowering of LOVE
Remember
YOU should not leave this earth
Without celebrating LOVE,
Without rejoicing your LOVE
With child-like eyes
Even in the embrace of "LOVE-Death"
Remember
YOU should not leave this earth
Without showing people
Their mirror of your TRUE LOVE
Through your LOVE towards them
Remember
YOU should not leave this earth
Unless you've made someone
SMILE with your tender LOVE
Remember
YOU should not leave this earth
Unless you've made a soul
Feel so beautiful with
Your adoration of LOVE's beauty
*
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 1:06 AM UTC
Evening cleats The Bay,
As cavalcades of passive argon, sulphur on
the ogham slicks,
to treacle ways toward the seeding
cooling of the hours,...
The sleights of crimson, fringe
the bruising cower of the West, to
brightly die behind the leathered hill.
From a wrist of tallowed amethyst,
a Tiercel purls a last ellipse, and in
his sinking helix ships, the Sommes
of curdled estuaries, to brood
the closing Mill....
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 1:11 PM UTC
Eventually
We all become believers
You will see
We all hit the gutters
And deceive
What we know
Into what we need
Feeding
On the hope
To cope
With the NO
Of every plea
Foiling
The gaping holes
While fruitlessly
Feathering dreams
Of ceasing
To be
Anywhere but there
Anywhere but here
Afraid and aware
Lying barren
On a hair
To everywhere
But where we want to be
Your everything
Believed in our belief
In our grieving
Of a meme
Obsolete and teething on a ***
Seething in seeing it
Unseamed
And undone
Unto nothing
Disconnected dots
Unlit
Breathing out
And away
From meaning
Slightly clinging
To the things
Believed
To Matter
Scattered over
The tattered matters
In meteor
Metaphors
Seeding
The other chapters
But not until after
Factoring in
The tractor beams
Of nothing
Just waiting
On the bottom
Of the gut
Crawling up
The throat lumps
And stuffing our luck
With all the succulent stuff
We are made of
Until eruptions
Of higher functions
Save us
From the ****
When enough
Is enough
And we just stop
Giving a ....
And let go
Blow after blow
Until we know
Who is in control
Of what is real
And what is
Made up
From atoms to the eave
Of our dreams
We must glean
What we need to
To get us through
These words
Of hurt
Out from lurking
In the work
Of our enemies
Forever tempting me
To blaspheme
In the wake
Of your passing
The endeavoring
Ever lasting
In careful mapping
Of the synapses
Collapsing
Into relief
Though brief
Locked in eternity
Oh the possibilities
My everything
And my humility
Locked in a single thought
In anxiety
Gone quietly
My hands before me
Steady
Always ready
Blanket me
In blank
Make me
Or break me
Take me
To forever
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 1:03 AM UTC
Fear is the razors edge pushing into a vein,
Making tears fall like bitter rain.
Attaching to every thought,
Seeding doubt within every action,
Or regret with every word spoken.
Over-thinking, and contemplating
That the worst is forever inevitable.
Inescapable, a hellish prison indeed.
Insecurities come flooding through,
Rushing like a wild river rapid.
It shatters confidence and plagues the mind,
Relentlessly gnawing at the intestines.
The festering infection spreading
Turning into a disease with no cure,
Leaving the hapless victim broken and unsure.
Mar 15, 2012
Mar 15, 2012 at 12:59 AM UTC
Regardless of the contrast or depth of the lens, it all depends on where the
light falls.
Streetlights glowing,
Like bedcovers laying,
Over the harbour waters inky as
Freshly-spilled car-crash blood,
Reflecting deep as a thought can penetrate.
A parade of gunfire
Startles silent rage into the frightened round-up locals
Eyes cowering and arms raised like scarecrow’s overhanging,
While in a side-alley doorway
A soldier anxiously caresses
A girl who he will never speak to again
The tequila-resembling sun standing watch
Their sole clandestine companion.
A child is given relieving news,
Having arrived not without frustrated effort
That she no longer has to follow the same life-stifling routine.
Her doctor, after the dizzying business of congratulating her parents,
Looks out his window without witnessing their departure
Until his eyes are cast back to dispersion
Appreciating fresh rain turn a week’s snowfall
Into puddles upon the ground.
The mind resists the heart’s attempt to repress,
We resist our own borders admitting a consistency of strain
Memory indulging in a fleeting spectacle of sin,
The Sickly exterior of the heart’s delight.
Regardless of the contrast or depth of the lens, it all depends on where the
light falls.
Moments throughout our lives repeated in the stock footage of the
mind,washing thoughts matted out of stark exposure
seeding out a negative frame.
Apr 22, 2012
Apr 22, 2012 at 6:01 PM UTC
I taste sweet nectar
each night I sleep without you
clawing at the fabric of my dreams
seeding my subconscious with self-doubt
Mr Resentment and Mrs Regret
my erstwhile lovers
one, cajoling and seductive
the other, spooning and insistent
together, sleep-deprived and unsated
we made for a corrupt ménage à trois
I taste sweet nectar
every night I spend with you
my new bedfellow
Ms Forgiveness
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 3:37 PM UTC
Now I’m JUST Planting Seeds...
Through Verse And Poetry...
That I Now Use To Speak...
On Yes... REALITY... !!!
So Of Course My Verse Deals...
With DIFFERENT Beliefs...
Like JUSTICE, PEACE And EQUALITY... !!!!!
Because Humans Do Seem...
To Embrace... STRANGE IDEALS... ?!?
As To What People Need...
To Breed REAL UNITY... ?!?
Cos’ The Powers That Be... !!!
Who RULE Societies...
Have Been Planting BAD SEEDS...
That Have Bred... LEGACIES... !!!!!
Like Those That We've Seen...
In... TWENTY TWENTY... !!!
This CORONA DISEASE... !!!
SHATTERED Economies... !!!
Protesters On Streets...
Due To Racist Police... !!!
Leaders And... MP’s...
Presidents And The Chiefs...
of... BIG INDUSTRY... !!!
Have Been Planting Seeds...
That Indeed CLEARLY Feed...
Off CORRUPTION And GREED... !!!
Now It Can’t Just Be Me... ?!?
Who Sees What We ALL SEE...
In Today’s News Stories... !?!
Like... REDUNDANCIES...
Seeds of VIOLENT Scenes...
That Now DISTURB The Peace... !!!
And How TECHNOLOGIES...
Have Created A Breed...
Who SEED Internet Feeds...
To Now Download Movies... !!!
That Some People... CLAIM...
They’re Now Getting For FREE... ?!?
Well.....
Those Are Seeds That DECEIVE... !!!
And Seed FOOLISH Beliefs... !!!
Because It May Well Be CHEAP...
But NOTHING Is Free That Society Feeds... !!!
While ME What I Seed Are Poetic Themes...
That Create CALM And PEACE...
... DEEP Inside Who I Be... !!!
Therapeutic GOOD Seeds...
Are What I Now Receive... !!!
That Help Me To EASE...
The Anger That Breathes...
Right Next To My Chi... !!!
Due To STRONG Energies...
That Have Built ARTISTRY...
That Allows Me To SEE..................
How My Mentality Has SEEDED Beliefs...
That Are FAR And AWAY...
From The Seeds We Now See...
That DON’T Seem So Strong...
Now We See So MUCH WRONG... !!!
Because of BAD DEEDS...
By Planters Who Scheme...
... And Create POLICIES...
To STOP Human Beings...
From Being... ONE Team... !!!
Well I’m NOT ONE To Dream...
But STILL Keep On Seeding... !!!
Verse And... Poetry... !!!
That Maybe Just Maybe...
Could Help Humans See...
The Things That We NEED...
To Create... UNITY... !!!
By... Artistically Speaking...
On How Humans Now Be...
And Constantly TWEAKING...
My... Poetic Themes...
That Have Built LIBRARIES... !!!
Due To My.....
..... “ Planting Seeds “.....
Jan 16, 2021
Jan 16, 2021 at 7:14 PM UTC
There was talk of exploring
empty lots
until the sun came up
And laying dotted lines
on empty maps until
We found ourselves new homes
With softer beds and warmer sheets
Make it as far as frozen streets--
decide to paint it black
when
We've run out of red
Our hands are getting chapped
and
We've been running ourselves dry
Out here beneath polished winter skies
Then right before
our hazy, crossed out eyes
Come falling
snowflakes from the clear
Think they must be the
first five of the year
And lately, I swear all we get 'round here
Are busted plans and second tries
The chips are falling
so let's cash our winnings
out and sup on underpinnings found
as tacit answers start to drift
As tacit answers start to drift
the question's seeding up
the frozen ground
And rougher textures make for traction
so I'll get a grip and count
out snowburnt seconds
'til we find the map to another
point of black.
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 10:54 PM UTC
Let the self seeding crocus mia beguile,
burying our heads in Sunday papers
taking the coloured supplements
to heart,
whilst in the shade forgetting others suffering,
again we turn inwards,
dreaming of strawberries and clotted cream
and strolling to the local ligne roset,
these middle class values
ostensibly vouched by the world
yet no longer made in our image.
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 6:51 PM UTC
Love is a flower open to the sun,
Hate is a cavern, a hole, craven,
Black, empty, a dank drowning,
Under light. Love is one season,
Hate is transitory. Love is eternal,
Of vast nebulas, to outer reaches
In galaxy are nurseries with stars
Being born, light, alive with light.
Love is the lasting of conquerors,
The first line, defense, existence,
Love takes all in one communion,
Breaking the dark as the morning
Sun. Love is conundrum, love IS.
Hate is a construct, the blotched
That bleeds where life is seeding,
Rot better to cut, spoil unneeded,
Hate will come to nothing, for life
Is love, love is all and everything.
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 2:57 PM UTC
The season's
in treason
against the breathing
and breeding
of we men,
because we believe in
decreasing
the seeding
of trees and
plants feeding.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC