Quotes about pruning, page 2
When I Came Here
when i came here
i find beauty, wanton beauty
one that spreads and blooms
uncut
the pruning unknown
forests of green
vines climbing each branch
leaves outreaching for the sun
and then falling freely
to the cold feet of the earth
i simply sit on a rock
and do nothing but watch
and indeed
it was beautiful
the sun the moon and the stars
and even the winds of the night
did the same
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hurting Dive
As if pruning was not enough.
After severance from the peak,
the ladder was becoming
aloof and murky.
Acid burn on the day
of breaking confidentiality.
An imperfect mirror was
wiping out the cloud, all night.
You are going to take on the
starless sky. A moon was
left out in the stillness of black sheen.
You are now poking at the globes.
Give me a pen to lift the
remorse. I was desperate to become
human. Death was looking at me
with great amusement.
poem by Satish Verma
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-20
Mullai(Jasminum Auriculatum, Jasminum Molle)
I opine you of my mother dear Molle
For you're charateristic to allay
The bothered unabated heart's assay
In clover bushy scenting it, hurray
I opine you of my sister Molle dear
Pruned to bloom abundant here near
Scandent in trifoliated support higher
Pruning me to blossom brighter ever
I opine you of my daughter dear Molle
Healing cooling against summer's play
To gods and goddesses in needy display
Stellar Mullai seated in my heart's inlay
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Muse of Midnight
Liberty in your poetry
Characters like brush fires
We are the supple forests of summer
We have lost our mirrors
We see the edge
Reach for my tender words
Reach for the late night verse
Ruins of castles along the river
Portraits thru fires
Out of the hands of symbiotic collectors
Hand creams and tears
Old photos
First love by the sea
Cold nights without his arms
No going back
Going back to church
Going back to loneliness
I see you my darling
I see you pruning the spring garden
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poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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The Masters
OH, who is the Lord of the land of life,
When hotly goes the fray?
When, fierce we smile in the midst of strife
Then whom shall we obey?
Oh, Love is the Lord of the land of life
Who holds a monarch's sway;
He wends with wish of maid and wife,
And him you must obey.
Then who is the Lord of the land of life,
At setting of the sun?
Whose word shall sway when Peace is rife
And all the fray is done?
Then Death is the Lord of the land of life,
When your hot race is run.
Meet then his scythe and pruning-knife
When the fray is lost or won.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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I've Been Working So Hard
I've been working so hard you just wouldn't believe,
And I'm tired!
There's so little time and so much to achieve,
And I'm tired!
I've been lying here holding the grass in its place,
Pressing a leaf with the side of my face,
Tasting the apples to see if they're sweet,
Counting the toes on a centipede's feet.
I've been memorizing the shape of that cloud,
Warning the robins to not chirp so loud,
Shooing the butterflies off the tomatoes,
Keeping an eye out for floods and tornadoes.
I've been supervising the work of the ants
And thinking of pruning the cantaloupe plants,
Calling the fish to swim into my nets,
And I've taken twelve thousand and forty-one breaths,
And I'm TIRED!
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Lovely life in a garden.
Man make the garden pretty,
mowing, weeding and pruning,
Weeds are unwanted plants,
in between the chosen ones.
Who are the chosen ones?
Who are the unwanted?
When Hitler killed the Jews,
Pakistan army killed the Bengali!
We have come a long way,
May be 100th or 200th generation,
Who are these people to say,
Whom to leave and whom to stay.
We have our Identity cards and passports,
Not only to identity our nationality,
but also to identify our characters and
orientations whether to let or weed us.
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poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Mom Accordingly, You Are Loved
When I look in the mirror,
I see your face.
When I eat biscuits,
I remember your design.
I see you in my red stripped kitchen towel,
carefully drying your favorite dish
I smell you in the aroma of coffee,
waffling throughout the house.
In the spring greens in botanic garden,
I can feel your green thumb.
In the snowy winter nights,
I feel your warm love blanketing me
In nightmarish day and night dreams,
Mom, its thoughts of you that calm my fears
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poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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It Was A Living Guard (Parody)
It was a living guard
I think, when reality
started. That walked off his piece of lawn
feeling affectionate,
laying down his head and wordless
against the tree,
became friends with it.
A first tree
from which he as a guard
paced off his way,
while it screamed next to him,
he pulled
and the stem was stripped off to the top,
until he saw:
the awakening of a young branch
that after the first pruning
carefree
started flowering.
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poem by Gert Strydom
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The Year Is Revived In New Blossoms
The year is revived in new blossoms
with a golden sun in the cobalt sky,
in my life only Your principles bloom;
bright flowers are preparing to carry fruit.
Days are hot, full of promises stretching forward
to a time of fruitfulness, of full maturity,
when suddenly nature works secretively,
when love in my life comes to expression;
the loveliness of flower upon flower is astounding.
When the loveliness of flower upon flower astounds,
there are birds everywhere singing of joy,
the year spins around from winter to summer
when Your blessings pierce the darkness,
life becomes more full of love and perfect
without any type of strange hindrance
when You create living things to Your image
when new life sprouts out after the pruning,
the year is revived in new blossoms.
poem by Gert Strydom
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