Open Poetry #44 |
Memories of PIP and Spring |
Toerag Member Ascendant
since 1999-07-29
Posts 5622Ala bam a |
It's a miracle what the earth gives From water, sun and seed The beauty of flowers that paint the earth The food that fills our needs. I haven't the touch for growing But love seeing a garden grow, Watching seeds turn into plants The miracle of life from soil. I do my gardening late at night, Fill baskets with fruits of labor. Besides it is the safest time, (Cuz the garden is my neighbor's). ___________________________________________ Have you ever noticed the air of spring, A fragrance so devine? When falling rain gently covers Honeysuckle vines? The scent of ladies freshly bathed, With sweet fragrances and such All our senses come alive, The sweet smells we love so much. Now and then we get a whiff That can catch you right off guard, You're not sure where it came from, But you'd guess an old barnyard. It enters your nose in a violent way, And you know it's Balladeer His cologne is called "Catch Of The Day" To your eyes it brings a tear. ____________________________________________ |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
So, the great play begins again? Balladeer will no doubt have something to spring on you over this post. |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
so funny! great to get to read you again |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
You need a gardener all your own? LOL Let's see here (dusting off resume)... Growing up on a farm, I've got the experience... I've got the BS... I've got lots of green growing things as references... what more could you want? LOL Of course... my scent might rival Bal's by the time your garden was tilled, planted and fertilized... but you have an outside water hose, right? LOL Thanks for the grins this morning, my friend... and though I've thrown away boxes full of it, I've still got a lot of the old stuff... philo, bigbone, Mitch, cinamn, VL, our froggie pal... even my leather feathered nephew was playing instead of arguing! LOL |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Dear Toe, your pen can be as poetic and gentle as spring rain ~ and as witty and sharp as a tack! Methinks you best be protecting your hindquarters. I reckon an outraged deer might be bucking your way! lol May your spring be as sweet as you are! Linda |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Here I was thinking - omg he is writing a serious poem and then WHAM! Hey, I have been known to do that same night shopping. I think it helps them don't you, by thinning out the crop, or pruning their roses? This was great, Toe. Let the banter begin. Carpe' Diem, Mysteria |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
Ah yes, the midnight garden run. Hopefully not at the neighbor that has the bulldog. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
lol enjoyed ARCTIC WIND |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
LOL! Yea, this'll start a flurry of rebuttals. Does Mike really carry that scent with him? I mean after all you're the one with Toe & rag in your pen name. NEVER! would I suggest anything other than that's a strange writer's signature. I just don't understand all the time. But I'm larnin...Yep. Eric |
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sandgrain Member Elite
since 1999-09-21
Posts 3662Sycamore, IL, USA |
You and Deer certainly have made some of the greatest memories here at PIP. Love to see you spring into action with these lines. Rae |
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Bonnie j Senior Member
since 2003-06-27
Posts 1588Ohio |
Dear, dear Toe, You start out so eloquent and I thought our dear Toe must be ill. Words so beautiful must not be a comin' from our Toe. Then ! And Then ! Guess what? Dear ole Toe is not ill but same ole bad boy we have all come to love. Good Jobber. Hugs BonBon |
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WTBAKELAR
since 2008-09-09
Posts 1089Utah, USA |
Just started reading your work, I can't help but chuckle at your wit and wisdome, not to mention, your special fondness for Dear. Oh, Is that wrong? Fun writes, Tracey. |
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