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Man May 18
When they offer you olives,
Rip the branch from their hands
And beat the fruit off.
The soil is ripe,
Right is might;
Who cares for leaves & petals to fall?
Mystic Ink Plus Dec 2020
Like tree

If one stays
In the same place
Or, talk to the same person
Roots grow

And
That root
Is love
Genre: Almost Romantic
Theme: Soul Feeding
Mystic Ink Plus Oct 2020
If
The mind
Is fertile

At
Any age
One can learn
Genre: Minimalist
Theme: Enroll
sir humbug Jun 2018
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...
Liam hopson Sep 2018
FINALLY SEEING
FINALLY BELIEVING
STOPPED GRIEVING
STARTED WEAVING

FINALLY TRUSTING
FINALLY PERCEIVING
STOPPED DECEIVING
STARTED ACHIEVING

FINALLY LISTENING
FINALLY SELF BELIEVING
STOPPED RELIEVING
STARTED SEEDING

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