It is probably time to shorten the posts downloads so here is a new Thread to start your interest to bringing or creating your favorite poetry. Please bring Yates, Longfellow, Burns, even Dickenson to the composters world here. Thank you. Steve
Egshells, grasses, rotted fruit
Last years leaves, coffee grounds to boot
Into the pile they all will go
A twist and a turn to start the show
Worms will come to eat our spoils
And leave behind the richest soils
These things we do for gardens' sakes
In hopes of reaping the bounty it makes
Each winter we gaze at the labor of intent
Of making our garden a most beautiful event
We clean and we shred our delicate friends
Into the compost to be renewed again
We who live where snow is the norm
Gaze on our pile through a November storm.
Just thought I would check if anybody is out there.
I suffer in bouts of remorse
Only to wish to mount my horse
to fly and run through the spring revive
and watch the earth come vividly alive
as I stand tall on my mount
I view the earth's green all about
As I wish the sun to move
to the warm summer's latitude
I ride in the warm dream solace
as the winter storms still holds us.
I now fall deep, into my repose
because my mind is to compose
the thoughts, of pleasant sleep
so I shall become complete.
Sleep is warm and filled with rest
As I remember all the best
Of my garden falls to mind
my dreams of them, so kind
My pictures of last years scope
Will improve the next years hope
I sleep to hold my plans of next
I thrive on work that will perplex
My garden, as Visa allows
the next year's gift with my plow.
Compost me beneath this tree
so I might become that leaf in the sun
who flickers and flashes as the wind crashes
with each finger and vein of my redness proclaim
I thus now reveal the purest of my appeal
Of color, motion, memory and emotion.
In the cool AM I walked in my garden
Flowers in the sun received long notice
Bright colors in the shade were ignored.
Much like, I thought myself, when I forgot
That moment of contact or concern to warm
Those who walk so close to our hearts
Awaiting it's touch through a simple smile
Or a thoughtful word that gives them value.
I had to search a bit to find the original Post of "Poetry on the Pile"...So you can all enjoy Part #1.
It was created by "soferdig" (Steve) on Oct. 25, 2006. Yeah! THAT long ago.
You can see that he also started this Post #2--in July 2008. Way up at the top.
Hopefully--a whole bunch of new people taking part and writing their "poems" will not take
that long to get to part #3. This is way too much fun!
Here is the link that will take you back in time--(2006)-- to enjoy all the talented offerings. .
Now--a bit further down, Steve also provided the link to the Vienna Vegetable Orchestra.
after a poem-Post about someone's cabbages...
It is hilarious and amazing!!! I am so glad to have found this You Tube video again.
Here is the link to this musical "masterpiece". Bookmark it! SERIOUSLY!!!
Would you mind going back up to your 1st. post above and editing it with---
"We came from here"---and adding the link in my last post--just above?
I am not sure if anyone else can edit someone else's Post, or I would do it myself.
It would also be nice if you vent to the very end of the 2006 post and linked it to this one.
That link is also above.
Any presentation of the words I searched with, "Poetry on the Pile" unfortunately shows as red...
Was there any more "Poetry on the Pile" Threads before or after the 2006 one?????
I know I am now getting anal about all this----Thanks, Gita
Not feeling good today
Do not want to "play"...
My nose is running
My chest tightening--
No fun at all--I have to say...
I thought you will have something funny about Dave no longer being here on DG...The "Real Dave"...
I cannot believe anyone would actually consider composting in a bucket!!!
I would be filling a bucket once a week!!!
I fill a bucket almost every week with all the veggie scraps I use!
Actually--when winter comes--I still eat enough veggies and fruit to fill a bucket---
BUT--since my composter is dormant by then--I take all the fresh veggie scraps to the
Pet Smart right next to my HD I work at...
They love getting them. I even sort them out in separate baggies,,,--do not just dump everything in one bag...
Soon--It will be time to start that again! I DO look forward to this recycling I can provide...
You are a gift to those with questions Gita. My your learning continue to help those who are smart enough to ask. Thank you.
Help comes in many forms
it aids the moments of all the storms
of gardens with it's owners hope
to learn the entire scope
of growing the special plants
that others who wish, can't
the garden site created by Dave
that others who wish to know, crave.
I always promote DG to those that never heard of it...
I am like a one-woman advertising entity for this wonderful Garden Site...
What would I ever do?
Without Daves Garden...
My days would be blue--
My plants would all poo---
And--there would be NO pardon.
Without the mental stimulation.
I would lose half of my friends
That always come to me
For garden information...
Don't want to think about----
How it all ends...
Me at my weekly spring presentation, every Sunday, from April till end of June
at the HD I work at...because my Manager loves me doing this and it helps our Store look great to the higher ups...
No one else has thisevent--because it is all MY creation...four years going...
Hey, Y'all! Get over here ad do some mind-work...
Poetry comes easy--just think of the first line--and the rest is chickenfeed...
I would die for chickenfeed
And the poop it produces.
I would gladly plant my seed
In soil so rich
And it would so reduce
My need to
When things don't grow,
Their flowers won't show
SO? What else do I need??????
BUMP--BUMP-----once more time!
To see who's still alive?
Need more ditties--
All the pretty's
So this Post once more can thrive.
Just re-read part #2. Its last post was around Thanksgiving, 2011. Not that long ago!!!
Come on--all you people that never participated in this. Lets hear it for all the talents
that populate the Mid-Atlantic.
We all have new compost piles--and new friends in the garden.
The old ones have long ago been put to good use. And--out gardens thrive!
Honestly! All you need to do is start with the first line--and the rest will just flow...
To help you newbies get into the mood of this Thread, here is the link to the start of it all.
A DG'er named "soferdig" started all this poetic insanity...sprinkled with that pooey goo
that can only be found at the nery bottom of the Pile.
And then this Thread grew and grew--as it made its way to some great--and some warped minds.
T'was October 2006. -----So much fun was had! Just go and read it all yourself...
Then it went to part #2--in 2008.
So far--there have been many "bumps" to keep this going.
No part #3 yet...WE NEED YOUR HELP! lets fertilize this Thread so it can grow again.
Lets spread some more poo
From the bottom of the pile;
And see what it can do
With its aroma--so vile.
Ahh! To see all the veggies grow
So green and so lush,
As you shovel some more
Of that golden slush.
Thank you for acknowledging my plea for people to at least look at this site. And--OH, to contribute.
I guarantee--you will start to be looking forward to this..just to see who els could come up with
some kind of a "literally" contribution...
I have posted this link now, about 3 times, on different Threads--and have not had anyone even comment on it...
You know empty that feels? I post something that I KNOW is great and ask people to look at it
and join in--and there ins not even an answer--or an acknowledgement of me trying to bring this back
from oblivion...It is SOOOO good--in my humble opinion.
Besides--I am also trying to keep Administration from totally deleting this Thread because of lack of activity.
It is SOOOO full of original poems and "ditties" by so many people.
IF this Thread goes--so does all the great, poetic contributions by dozens of creative Daves gardeners...
I almost feel like saying: "Don't knock it till you try it"...Jump right in--and make up a short "ditty" to keep this going..
Must I add another original "ditty" here for you all? So you can see how simple it is???
Of course--I must...
I started a Post
It almost got lost;
Then Susan chimed in
Gee! Where have you been?
Love hearing your tales
Of your compost in swales;
Either big or small
It will serve us all.
Hoping nothing we plant ever fails...
Just let your mind hover..
If it helps--have a drink!
It will loosen your mind
And let you think ---
With the rest of us
As we turn the pile over...
And--there it is!
The composted poo
And your mind goes crazy
Thinking all it will do--
For you --and you --and you...
See! It is not hard. Just start with a random first line--and the rest will come naturally...
I never had any idea that this thread was even here!!! Many many thank you's Gita, for directing me here, this shall be great fun!! I loved Sofer's poem (in part 1) that included the line about the silent veggies (paraphrasing), then the video of the vegetable orchestra, that orchestra is GREAT!!! "What'cha doin' there lady?" "Oh, just playin' my carrot!" Hahahaaaa!!!
This passion for the great outtdoors
Has come to me later in life
I wonder what I was waiting for
Did I fear I'd fall face down on the floor?
Or have nothing to offer, this lowly housewife.
But this passion, it can't be ignored
I must study, and learn all I can
So back to school, I'm bound for
To fill my head and learn more
And be better than when I began
My goodness, it's so dear!
That beautiful Osmanthus
It's nothing like Miscanthus
The leaves so richly variegated
My heart it nearly palpitated!
Buried in the soil so black
You know I'll have to take it back
Home with me, to love and nurture
And share with others in the future
Yes, I'd like 2 please, Dear.
Off to work I go today
It's terribibly foggy
I think I'm starting to get sick
My voice, it sounds all froggy
I'll go anyway
and with plants I will play
and with rocks and soils and mulch
and try not to cough on the customers
and make noises like "herk" and "glulch"!
Aaaawww, thank you! I'm not really though, honest! < =/
I knew that I'd get sick
I caught this nasty ICK
Been off my feet
and on my face
Losing my voice
the only saving grace
... says DH. ;)
It's back to work I go
Been feelin' bad
I think I've had
More tea than I can take!
I've really been feelin' bad
Been sounding just like Mickey Mouse
I'd just like to stay in my house
Don't wanna go, don't make (me)!
I'm sorry to derail yet again, but I thought this significant. In light of the recent horrific tragedy in CT, I wanted to share this poem that was shared with me. I did NOT write this, I'm only sharing it. I'm pretty sure the author (Unknown) would not mind it being shared again, and again.
‘Twas 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38
When 20 beautiful children stormed through heaven’s gate
Their smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air
They could hardly believe all the beauty they saw there.
They were filled with such joy; they didn’t know what to say
They remembered nothing of what had happened that day
“Where are we?” asked a girl, quiet as a mouse.
“This is heaven” declared a boy, “we’re spending Christmas at God’s house!”
When what to their wondering eyes did appear,
But Jesus their savior, the children gathered near.
He looked at them and smiled, and they smiled just the same
Then he opened His arms and He called them by name.
And in that moment was joy, that only heaven can bring
The children all flew into the arms of their King.
As they lingered in the warmth of His embrace
One small girl turned and looked at Jesus’ face.
As if He could read all the questions she had
Christ gently whispered, “I’ll take care of mom and dad.”
Then the King looked down on the earth, the world far below
He saw all of the hurt, the sorrow and woe
He then closed His eyes and outstretched His hand
Christ proclaimed “Let my power and presence re-enter this land!”
“May this country be delivered from the hands of fools.”
“I’m taking back my nation; I’m taking back my schools!”
Then He and the children stood up without a sound,
“Come now my children let me show you around.”
Excitement filled the space, some skipped and some ran;
All displaying enthusiasm that only children can.
And I heard Him proclaim as He walked out of sight,
“In the midst of this darkness…I AM STILL THE LIGHT.”
I'm wracking my brain to no avail
Every time I try to rhyme i fail
Takes such a long time for me to get
A thought that rhymes well, and yet
Here I am having so much fun,
I'm sure this won't be the only one.
Out in the garden everything looks so sad
I'll have time to do other things now, and that's not bad
Gonna have lots of free time for the next few weeks.
Until I start seeding into pots that need tweeks
every day until spring when I put them outside
Where they'll grow and give me much pleasure and pride.
I missed my chance to spread the poop
And now I need to rush,
To get the straw down on the frozen ground
Which re creates the lush,
That the plants put out each spring and summer
If they're given care,
Instead of the spindly show that happens
When my attention to them is rare.
Oh boy, I can't believe that I'm really going to send this.
LOL!! I wert (hahahaaa!!!) baking cookies earlier, and watching pre-game stuff that we recorded yesterday (gonna watch the 49'ers/seahawks game in about 10 minutes, Whee!!!). Now I art back... for a few minutes. =)
What art thou
Still doing here!?
Were you not to
go out and play?
Yet here ye be,
at the puter all day.