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    A place for growth



    Everyone belongs somewhere
    and knowing this, I search my place
    where I might safely germinate.
    I seek a home before I face
    my judgement day. While pondering
    my many fates I cleanse my ducts
    which purges me, by my own choice
    and not because on high instructs.

    Lord knows the place awaiting me
    where I might share and not upset
    the fields of mono cultured growth,
    and though I haven't found it yet
    this polycultur'd field exists.
    I did not think in adult life
    such cliquey places govern'd us
    with words as sharp as any knife.

    But sadly oh so sadly I
    was wrong about those verbal blades
    and how they fester inside souls.
    As sad to see as fly-tip'd glades
    they curse upon the inward eye
    and bury deep into a head,
    but worse still all you post is seen
    to kill the flowing of a thread...

    My garden gives me peace of soul
    and breezes draw the septic out.
    In nature I am part the whole.
    The cutting bramble all about
    we still consider has a place.
    and nettles serving butterflies
    are beautiful in their own space.

    So as I write this piece today
    with hope of resting myself down
    in safety from those cruel sorts
    adept with adjective and noun.
    I hope to truly be a part,
    and feel my night school course no waste.
    For life like home grown fruit and veg
    is very much for all to taste


    Tptp
    Before you spray a single thing,
    sit down and read the silent spring.

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    I feel a re-run might be right, as I read through some posts today


    trying to find a place to fit.....
    Before you spray a single thing,
    sit down and read the silent spring.

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      Once before, and now again

      "Don't go let's stay" appeal'd my heart
      but my mind shouted, "we must part
      and be away to somewhere new"
      I see out there a me in you.
      I left I did away to find
      a place of people warm and kind
      alas I still seek such a place
      where I may not be chased or chase.

      A place of equal unique-ness
      of carrot-sperts, galanthophiles
      and rows and rows of happiness
      and for sad souls some rows of smiles
      how can this be so hard to find
      upon this net of world-wide-ness
      have we become so blindly blind
      that we've forgotten happiness.

      Like those surviving war show'd me
      when in my tatter'd clothes I play'd
      while they in flabby flesh did see
      new shoots in sun where last lay lay'd
      by death, old hopes. If you're the sort
      to grow to feed then feed the crew
      not pick on people as a sport
      but help feed Johnson's new found few

      It then occur'd to me that I
      should not keep looking but stay put
      and not keep silent but least try
      to change myself, and so I've shut
      the darkness up by facing it.
      This eden we are growing in
      so full of snakes we'll all be bit.
      But least if trying I might win.

      And you might too, and might then they?
      What's there to lose, If we just try,
      If you're unhappy change your way
      and others like you may try fly.
      To be a hugger in these times
      of social distancing is hard.
      It's almost like a man of rhymes,
      accepting he's an unheard bard.....


      There are worse places than the hotel c




      Last edited by The poly tunnel poet; 02-05-2020, 12:52 PM.
      Before you spray a single thing,
      sit down and read the silent spring.

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