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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"
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MSN NicknameBEE·
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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
MSN NicknameBEE·
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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".
MSN NicknameMrScaryTheScarecrow
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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

MSN NicknameRI_Red_Charr
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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!
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
MSN NicknameHelen3040
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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

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
MSN NicknameMrScaryTheScarecrow
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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

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

Spike
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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
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
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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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

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