Zen Garden - Jennifer Young
2014 Poetry Theme Challenge
#11 Mary, Mary
Thank you all who took up the last challenge. I hope this next one provides you some food for the muse. And so we leave the lords of the sky for let us stop for a while in the garden. For me gardens are a Zen space where nature rules. The challenge therefore is how does your garden grow for you.
So let's play!
Poetry has long been the key to expressing our deepest passions so the challenge is to write love from the soul.
Quote - What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have never been discovered - Ralph Waldo Emerson
Each plant that pushes forth new leaves
Is aware life that it conceives
Blossoms forth its symbolic scenes
To procreate and pass on its genes
Reliant on symbiosis for the key
And needs the help of worker bee
Or other creature that passes seed
To fertilize each plant and weed
And as the seasons wax and wane
One year's loss is another's gain
'cause Nature balances with time
So that nothing can 'ere outclimb
All things are equal we must learn
A balanced life is the concern.
Given a chance new life begins
It thrives, and fits and lives within
Growing, shaping, adapting to strife
This is the challenge put on life.
Each plant mutates and adapts so
Dormant in sand, sleeping in snow.
Every year starts off Natures round
On looking close new shoots are found.
Each plant awakens within the ground
And plant life everywhere abounds.
Now is the time, the chance to grow
And flow'rs and plants begin to show.
All this is part of Natures plan
The least of which should humble man.
In My Garden
In my garden there is a loving past
Memories, stories that will ever last
A daughter and sons that collected pets
Chickens, ducks and rabbits and bills to vets
Dogs and frogs, and like and cats adopting us
My two older boys just brought pets, no fuss
The chooks I bought with intent of eggs
Wasn't aware of others lust and four legs
Until one night the bastard broke in
And murdered all mine the ultimate sin.
The owner denied the evidence, the truth
I vowed to revenge them forsooth
The owners laughed and mocked me for sure
The following day death was outside their door.
Love Exists In My Garden
It is the first day of winter today
As I wake up, I hear the sounds of rain
The birds must be in a state of dismay.
Instead I slept in, which is very usual
My military mind had left me this way.
I opened the front door and smelt it
Lavender mixed with roses did convey
Scents that rain had brought to me again
Already I knew that this was a special day.
I grabbed Piggies food and went out the back
Down the steps then turning right to the sage
One side white, one side blue, over the track
The scent as they greet me "Good morn Terry"
There's a mutual feeling of love, of scented sac
I'm sure they sense my love of their scents
Competing for my love by a scented attack
But there is no anger there no sense of rage
Love is white or colours and never ever black.
I've Piggy now and he talks to me by squeal
Walking past the apple tree's welcome touch
I kneel down and open, lift up the two seals
He hops in and I place his days' foods and stuff
He dives in and ignores what's left of the deal
Whilst I once more ignored, walks away again
The little mice come out and carefully steal
The food which he doesn't care for very much
But what is natures balance, seems to appeal.
I move aside the branches of a thorny rose
The one day's water level must be checked
Surprised by the level, that's the way it goes
I use the back way to piggy's night time box
And sneak back so that no bird sees or knows
Til I'm there and they all see me and fly away
Time after time it happens to me, yet I suppose
They've been cheated and many ways checked
And mans will cruel and sadistically imposed.
Roses In Winter
It is winter and it has just finished raining
My gardens aren't doing any complaining
The warm autumn has transferred to now
And instead of dying my flowers still grow
I walked out the front and my senses shook
There was beauty everywhere that I looked
Yellow roses, large, proud and beautiful
Competed with red, larger, more scentable.
I walk to my car past lavender still in flower
And past the plum tree a purple tower.
The postman complains about plants in his way
Instead of stopping, and appreciating the day.
I must cut the branches of roses over the path
To ease his way, and lessen his wrath.
I seek my lover in my garden
There are trees and birds in them
There are bushes and flowers
In beauty and abundance
But she is not there in body
She is in spirit, mine tells me so
The trees and flowers touch me
When they do I know your there
The wind tells me also with each breath
Her scent is there sharing with flowers
They do not compete, they compliment
When it has rained it emphasises you
The dampness twinkles like your eyes
Is it any wonder I want to stay here?
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Cursed be upon this darkened night
of forked tongue and evil cantations
devoid of flames that lends no light
within the depth of an earthen tomb
where blasphemus demons reunite
unto the darkness of the unforsaken
spirits of the damned have no insight
never to return within reincarnation
cast upon evil has no sacraficial right
Blessed be spirits that angels embrace
who may sleep within the arms of love
those who redeem within Edens grace
within the solace of a heavenly garden
where the arch of moonbows interlace
within the sacred shadow of a rainbow
shall ever this heavenly beauty deface
of a sacredness that reigns from above
that none but divine spirits may retrace.
If I Were You
One sunny day in the garden
while digging happily away
old Bob at the gate said beg pardon
I hope you dont mind what I say.
I should not dig if I were you
you may have an awful bad back
I did exactly the same as you too
and had to be stretched in a rack.
I thought I`d have a go at the weeds
and ransacked the shed for a hoe
Bob said you need a weedkiller feed
then the weeds will no longer grow.
With a box of petunias ready to plant
but said he "a ground frost tonight"
I was going to plant but now I shant
for as always the old codgers right.
I grabbed instead a watering can
said he "it shall not wet the roots
the hose is best when there is no ban"
so I drenched him from head to foot.
"I don't believe it"
Just to stroll within a garden of bliss
shall bless the love that lies within
that seals a lovers affectionate kiss
such wonder when blossoms bloom
nothing upon nature shall go amiss
of love that both lovers shall revive
within future memory to reminisce
exotic perfumes that entice therein
but only true love shall nurture this.
Casting a spell of magic enticements
to behold both lovers within a trance
within exotic power of Eastern scents
that drives the senses unto delirium,
both lovers sharing sweet sentiments
heavenly perfume from Edens garden
shall nurture within natures elements
that spiritual lovers shall ever enhance
in a perfumed garden of deep content.
Scent Of Nature
There is not a garden upon this land
compares within natures caring hand
spreading of seed within the breeze
over the meadows towards the lea's
wild flowers amidst barley and corn
past seeds of autumns harvest born
greener hedgerows infringing fields
where fruits of a wild bramble yields
cast never away the scent of this day
from pastoral scene's of harvest hay
that shall forever be classed as pure
where a lovers oaths shall reassure
a sensual aroma within natural bliss
shall blessed be, within natures kiss.
Casting spells within magical incantations
bewitched obsessions of voodoo charms
of a conjurer`s sorcerery within innovation
that succumbs to the hypnotic spell binder
psychics predicted paranormal perceptions
`neath the enchantment of a mystic moon
mesmerized within a hypnotic fascination
of witch craft that may succumb to no harm
within mystical powers of a re -incarnation.
Yet we look to the earth for herbal potions
wild are the herbs enhancement includes
balms that heals all within natures lotions
spirit raising fruits that bears sweet nectar
that lifts the heart of unsuspected notions
within goodness that nurtures earths floor
locked within the heart of pure emotions
are cast within the spores of high altitude
ever to seek properties within devotion.
Hedge Witch - Pinterest
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Climbing up the back of Tangkuan Hill (mouth closed to stop insects flying in,) I find one of my favorite writing places in the no longer used café of the seaward looking observation deck has been taken over by monkeys! Two young males saunter over to investigate me but soon start fighting with each other, leaping up onto the railings to wrestle and bite each other’s necks (I think only playing but all the same, looking at the size of their fangs I decided to go up to the shrine and come back later when, hopefully, the whole tribe of them will have moved on.
The front funicular’s load of tourists is just getting off the platform, neat and clean and tidy. By comparison, after my steep climb up the back trail, I am totally drenched in sweat, so much so I have to be careful writing not to soak my notebook. I find a bench in the shadows (the sun is already too hot to sit in the open) but so too have quite a few ants. They’re only a fraction of a centimeter long but they’re packed full of formic acid!
The stupa has a new orange covering wrapped around its bottom half and its topmost spire has been recently recoated in gold. The usual dragonflies and butterflies are all in residence and a number of tapered-winged birds are wheeling about above the dragonflies hovering in the open plaza (swallows?) Maybe they swallow the dragonflies…
The gardeners are sweeping away the fallen leaves and plant parts from the night.
The barking of dogs drifts up from the town and megaphone addresses from school assembly grounds. There have been two destroyers (or the next size down, frigates, perhaps) a couple of miles off shore the past four weeks. (There is a Navy base not too far away) but they don’t seem particularly intent on destroying anything. The young, well-dressed woman having her photograph taken next to the information plaque might have different ideas. I find another somewhat more ant-free bench. I’ll give the monkeys another ten minutes or so and see if they’ve destroyed each other yet.
The tourists have gone back down to the town already. I don’t know why they bother coming up here; some of them only stay five minutes, walk around the main stupa and that’s it. They didn’t even bother coming down the few steps to the plaza and the front deck to look down at the great view of the whole town spread out below.
Thais don't like being in the sunlight. Seeing me all covered and dripping with perspiration they would think me terribly gauche and gross.
Just walking about the street they keep as much to the shadows of buildings and walls as possible. Girls cover their faces with handbags, newspapers, anything, to keep the sun off them. Like in much of Southeast Asia they have been brainwashed to thing that pale skin is prettier. Skin-whitening creams are very popular.
They don’t like walking anyway if they can help it but much prefer to take a motorcycle taxi. It saves walking in the sunlight and also shows everybody else they can afford it.
The usual horns and chugging of boats drifts up from the estuary leading from the large inland lake to the sea. Away in the distance the road bridge connecting the mainland with Ko Yo Island sparkles with motorcars gleaming in the bright sunlight like so many silver bugs.
There’s a new gift shop in front of the guard’s hut selling Navy caps, key rings, souvenirs, etc. Also, there's a sign in English saying Naval Welfare Shop. I wonder if the destroyers will start bombarding the place if I don’t buy anything. The guard’s hut itself has been completely covered in a new metal cage, presumably to keep the monkeys out at night.
I go back down to the observation deck and the monkeys have gone but there’s a huge black bee over an inch long. A large orange butterfly with a four inch wingspan flies down the side of the hill into the jungle.
Looking out at Rat Island it's too hazy to make out Mr. Rat’s radar antennae. I was hoping to get some more of his adventures written but have not managed to get around to it yet.
Quite a few benches about here but the two tables have both gone. I’ve just about written everything I have to say anyway.
I'll take the old naga-steps down to the original stone pagoda on the next level. Most tourists who come up on the funicular don’t bother going down there at all – that would involve walking! Probably confounded monkeys will be waiting for me there..
But first I sit and watch the various butterflies, bees, bugs and dragonflies in and around the canopy of the trees. There are yellow, white, orange and black butterflies (with white spots) and brown, red and orange and yellow striped dragonflies. Inhaling the faint aroma of fresh monkey pooh I spy a butterfly I haven’t seen before. Its wings are mottled with a leopard skin motif.
In the grounds of the old stone pagoda a Buddhist monk is giving a talk to a middle-aged Thai couple. And yes, monkeys are there too. The two fighters I saw earlier are still wrestling with each other but the rest all seem fairly chilled out. Most of them are babies and very young ones. Quite a few of them are plucking plants out of the grass and eating them. A mother is grooming her offspring in a tree. I walk past them to the next flight of steps leading down past the eight large water tanks (full with all the recent rain) leading down to the town.
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