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Looking forward to reading youre contributions and , no, this is NOT a poem ... BERYL and when you get to the bottom of each page click on "next" up in the top right corner for the next page of poems
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Much better at mucking in gardens am I, than adding pages that meet youre eye. But, after several times of trying, I trust you're now my doubts belying? Heaven help you lovely poets who say to selves, she doesn't know it's Not the way we want it yet, I know that too, but you can bet that I'll keep trying all my best to help you all...... NOW need my rest! NOT a poem...... just a rhyme Beryl
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MrScary's ODE!!! Oh Good Gracious!! Great Balls of Fire, Our Beryls Done a Page of Desire. A Poetry Corner That Does Work, Now There's No Excuse To Go and Shirk. Old MrScary Is Shouting Out Loud, We Have A Page To Do Us Proud. Come on In, Come on Down, Have Some Fun, Be a Clown. Type Your Poems With Shear Delight, Make Them Sad, Make Them Bright. Type Them by Day, Type Them by Night, Make Them All a Wonderous Sight. Now I've Done My Little Bit, I'm Off To Bed To Have A Kip. Who's The Brightest, Women or Men, God Bless You All and "AMEN".
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Poems Poems are for those that rhyme A pleasant way to spend one's time Our garden has quite a few of budding poets...How about you? Join the throng and we will see Just what a rhymer you can be! Charline
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Roses are red, white, yellow or pink Violets are blue, so is ink What a great page, who would think Our manager is gifted with gardens and links Just look at it mates She's better than Gates! Love Flower Girl, I'm back!
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Flower Girl
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The dawn of Spring is nearing Our hearts are filled with hope Of seeing natures glories A great kaleidoscope Of flowers trees and sunshine All spirits start to lift As mother nature offers up To us, from her, this gift
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Helen3040
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Life is like a bouquet And friendship like a flower That grows and blooms in beauty With the sunshine and the shower And lovely are the blossoms That are tended with great care By those who work unselfishly To make the place more fair And like the bouquet’s blossoms Friendships flower grows more sweet when watched and tended carefully By those we know and meet And like sunshine adds more fragrance and raindrops play their part Joy and sadness add more beauty When there’s friendship in the heart And if the seed of friendship Is planted deep and true and watched with understanding�?/FONT> I know I have a friend in you. ..........Found this in the mountain of stuff I have collected through the years and thought it would raise a smile for all members of the VG. Luf Chey xx
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Cheyanne
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A hair's breadth crack is seen upon the surface of the soil, (Too hard, yet, for strong sinewed arms to dig and turn and toil). A tiny shoot of green appears and struggles to survive. Each day, against great odds, this fragile plant remains alive. Undaunted by the wayward wind it flourishes until Amid a tracery of frost there stands a Daffodil. Dennis
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MrScaryTheScarecrow
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My Spring Poem The daffodils Grow on the hills Wafting in the wind I’ll dig them up With a plastic cup And then they will be binned I’ll wash the cup And hang it up In the kitchen cupboard I’ll go next door And clean the floor For that darling Mother Hubbard She’ll say to me "Lets have some tea", And look out at the hills She’ll ask me sweetly To go and , neatly, Plant some daffodils
I’ll say "No fear" And then I’ll cheer "And say they don’t attract," I Will climb the hill And then I will Go and plant some Cacti © Spike March 2001
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Spike
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What it must be Why are flowers smelly? So they attract the bees One landed on my belly Then crawled onto my knees I watched it for a minute As it wandered to and fro I thought its lovely ‘innit? And wondered would it go It flew away to find some flowers It may be back tomorrow I’ll while away the next few hours Lying in my hollow What it must be to be a bee What it must be to be That little black and yellow bee That sat upon my knee Spike March 2001
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What My garden is a thing of beauty Mustn’t let the weeds set seed To tend my patch is love,not duty, Lawns to mow, and beds to weed Flowers come and flowers go Ever changing, never still Always something else to grow Each day brings its own new thrill What would we do without our flowers ? What would we have to show? What would light our darkest hours? Buggered if I know! © Spike March 2001
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Spike
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Rhyming �?in essence Bluebells are blue Snow drops are snowy Roses are rosy And peonies are showy Daisies make chains Lilies have essence What sweet sounding names Who thought of Ophiopogon planiscapens nigrescens? Spike March 2001
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Spike
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Heir Apparent If plants could talk to me And I could talk to them What fun we’d have Whattimes we’d share Imagine if you will Whispering to a Wisteria Chatting to a Chasmatophyllum Or Conversing with a Courgette If plants could talk to me And I could talk to them What fun we’d have What times we’d share Pass the time of day With a Hollyhock or Bay While away the hours With a flower bed full of flowers If plants could talk to me And I could talk to them What fun we’d have What times we’d share I talk to the trees Now there’s a thing I must be Prince Charles England’s next King © Spike March 2001
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Spike
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Poetry Poetry for poetry’s sake Writing lines of floating words Paper borne they wend their way from me To you From my heart they seep To lighten your tired mind Like flowers in the depths of winter Shining brightly Fear not that life will bring its weight to bear For nature can waft away the shadows of despair Natures harmony is there for all to see To smooth our brows and tend our wounded hearts Poetry for poetry’s sake Writing lines of floating words Paper borne they wend their way from me To you © Spike March 2001
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Spike
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Oh to be in England (With apologies to no one in particular) Oh to be in England Now that Aprils here A host of golden daffodils And Tetleys luke warm beer Oh to be in England Where spring has sprung at last Where birdies sing, and flowers bloom And people stand aghast To see the virtual gardeners Pulling weeds and growing Plants and shrubs and vegetables For pleasure and for showing Oh to be in England Where the rain is hard and wet Are we all downhearted? You **%$£&** bet L © Spike 2001 _________________________________________
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Spike
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