GARDEN OF THE HEART
I am the Garden
In me all things live
In me nothing is forgotten
Here we enter
After being done with the Serpent
Flamed or in darkness
When the Cross enters from below
We die, never to be reborn
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My poems have been signed TMD,
And TJM and TJP,
They're all my names, and they're all not.
Although I keep the T.
The Tyler isn't going to change,
Another first would feel too strange,
The one I have's the one I'll keep,
The last, yet to arrange.
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a burgundy bloom
sunset colored deepest red
a bright day garden
and lush green surrounds
in the silence of summer
warm winds are blowing
peach sunshine gleaming
as I sit on my porch stair
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Sunday church garden
of lime green blooms, reds and creams-
Luxuriousness!
Gracefulness and scented smiles
greet butterflies in hued styles.
Orange, yellows, pinks
in the sweet whirlwind of days!
Gathered together.
To the silence, bluebirds sing
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Take me to the crystal rivers that flow
with calm pristine diamond torrents that glow.
Take me to where all seasonless yields grow
from the effortless hands of men who sow.
Take me to lands of neither high nor low,
where equality reigns with none below.
I see meadows lush that men do not mow.
I see people who do not toil for dough,
with minds innocent, and without a foe,
beaming with smiles radiant that overflow.
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GARDEN OF THE HEART
I am the Garden
In me all things live
In me nothing is forgotten
Here we enter
After being done with the Serpent
Flamed or in darkness
When the Cross enters from below
We die, never to be reborn
......
Ruffly and pretty
in the colors of warm bliss
Windblown and silly
Young and with life, so giddy
Walled garden in the city
Orange sun is out, and we're playing house
My pets are my kids-until puss sees mouse!
Mommy loves to water her gorgeous blooms
While dog and kitty rest, inside porch rooms.
This Saturday, childhood seems left behind
When we make-believe, as the time unwinds.
Soon Mommy serves lunch-of milk and a bone;
And sandwich for herself. Jay sings alone.
Sunday church garden
of lime green blooms, reds and creams-
Luxuriousness!
Gracefulness and scented smiles
greet butterflies in hued styles.
Orange, yellows, pinks
in the sweet whirlwind of days!
Gathered together.
To the silence, bluebirds sing
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In the garden of my heart, there grows a rose,
a mystery, a beauty, the one my heart chose.
Her smile, a radiant bloom in the twilight's grace,
a secret enhancement, a captivating embrace.
Oh, smile of rose, like petals soft and rare,
in your gentle laughter, I find solace there.
Your eyes, like stars that twinkle in the night,
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