Raking raking leaves
Make a mountain to the sky
Back up, run, and JUMP!
Poetry on the pile part II
Raking raking leaves
Making stuffing--and taters...
No more tomaters...
Pig fat and sausage
Is the usual usage....
Just before Yule...
Add some apples and spice
And it'll be so nice....
Giblets and corn
Will be the norm.
Gravy and Thyme
Will be just in time
For a Pig out!!!
Happy Thanksgiving to yo all.....
The leaves they are a blowin’
Into the neighbors yard.
Makes me smile more each day
I won’t have to rake so hard.
Instant classic! Good goin Doug
Rain rain go away.
It's autumn and I want to play.
Cooking, cleaning? Not much fun.
I'd rather be in the gar-dun!
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....
OH, my! Oh, my!
Memories! And how they fly!
Of all that has been written--
And so many got so smitten.
With what they could do.
Just give it a try!
This summer is real HOT
Me garden?--I think NOT!
I'd rather sit inside
To see what I got--
Today--on Dave's Garden.
And let all the other chores--slide...
AHHHH----that felt good!!! Come on--the rest of you! Put your poetic caps on.
"Ditties" are so much fun to come up with--in just a few minutes.
Pick a first line--
the rest will be fine.
If you take the time
To make all things rhyme
It will ALL be sublime....
Heat, humidity and lack of rain
Makes my garden a real pain.
Too hot to weed, to hot to dig
Nothing grows but crabgrass BIG
Welcome back, Doug! Good to "see" you!
How I miss all this nonsense. We all should put out a book. Title: "Poetry on the Pile" of course.
I think part #1 and #2 are too ancient--from the "old" DG.
I tried c/p the links for people here to look at--and they would not even open.
Not in the original Thread nor when I posted them on another Thread just yesterday.
Neither did the "we came from here" ---and "lets move on to a new --over here" link.
To help people out--
Part #1 was started on Oct. 25, 2006
Part #2 was started on July 24, 2008.
Old! Like the "good stuff" at the bottom of the "pile".....
It is raining--It is pouring;
The Thunderstorms are a-roaring
My big trees are swaying in the breeze
Just do not break--pretty please!
Yes! I know i am a diehard. Have to keep this alive. It worked for a little while the last time it was bumped.
Lets give it another try--YOOOO HOOOO! Soferdig. You still around????
Sally! You got into it pretty good too.....Postmandung--you done shoveling that stuff?
We have new Folks that may like to read all this "crap"....ooooops...I meant Compost poetry...
I just read all of part #1 AND #2 . Brought back so many memories.....It was sooo great!
Now--i am wayyyy past my bed time....but, as just bumped this up--I need to write something...right????
Time to snooze
Or I will lose
It is past eleven
Must get up at seven
I want to go snooze.
Just bumping this Thread
Before my mind is lost;
And hoping others
will try to Post.....
It is fall
Time for this all
to rear its head
and get dug into
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.
To this poetry thread I am new
But I shall see what I can do
Love compost and soil
Getting dirty and hard toil
So allow me to join in please, too! < =D
APPLAUSE!!!! Good one, Susan.....
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
Clap....clap.......You are a natural! keep it up.
Now--lets hear from some others. You all hiding?
You CAN do it! Just "plant" the first line and watch it 'bloom'.
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"!
I said she was a natural!
Here i sit at work
Waiting for the clock to chime
One hour to go till heading home
Please--hurry up the time!
Our HD X-mas party is tonight
Must go home and get pretty;
Instead I sit here--
Writing another "ditty"....
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)!
Where art Thou?
Come join us once more
On the eastern Shore
And grace us once more
With your Poetry--galore.
Get out your shovel
To the pile you must go
Dig easy and slow...
To find some wise words
For us all to know.
We must keep this going
Keep the "ditties" growing
One verse or two
will always do
Your talents will always....
Well--back to the theme of Composting and the "pile'.....
I create so many scraps
from all my veggie waste
That my "plastic pile" fills up
Way to the top
And the bugs no longer taste
The goodies I offer
I simply need to stop!
They hide in the mush
Frozen to their tush
While I keep filling
More junky stuff
You think they've had enough?
It IS December!!!
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.”
Thanks Speedi. A welcome image to have next to the ones we see and read about every day. Sometimes we forget what comes after ---
Ahhhhh! A new Year is under way and we need some new "dirt" to add to this pile....
Gotta keep shoveling the stuff............
Christmas came and went
A lot of money spent
I wrapped gifts galore
Geez! My hands got sore!
And as it always happens
When all gifts are ripped open
And everyone has their "stash"
The rest by then is trash.
Then in the wee hours of the Morn
The heavy trucks come by
And haul it all away
To the pile that's big as the sky
And there is sits and rots
Its a great place for it to be
Til the next spring is nigh
Then we can all can come by
And get the poo --for l free.
Gita wishes me appear
And grant thou poetry soft and sweet
But truth be told my time is dear
And so I tarry, with cold feet
It's not that words I lack
You may have seen my writings else
But housework on my back
Cooking, house cleaning - (ew what smells?)
Get me to the pile so dark
Its fragrant breath of aerobics
To loads of leaves and s#it I hark
When once they cook, I tend and mix
So in my precious time
I grant these thoughts to you
Hope you enjoyed the rhyme
And have your own dear aerobes too.
Here I sit brokenhearted
G, begged me hence, and since departed!!!!
G. cooked soup all day yesterday--and now she sits at work bored to death.
What can we do to bring back some of the other old "poets" to this Thread???
Besides--we need to get back to writing about "The Pile".....
If I had a ripe pile
It would make me smile
As my garden would grow
Lots of green to show
With NO error or trial.
Since winter is here
The garden sits bare
My "pile" sits frozen
With nothing to share.
No piles of pill bugs
Never mind the slugs--
They can't even be found.
Nothing is rotting
No lovely goop to see
But I keep on trotting--
with loads of scraps
out to my bin I go--
And dump more each day
Full of hope-- and I pray
That some day soon
Maybe around noon
I'll be whistling a different tune.
WOW! It is now march 5th, and no one has posted a rhyme since!!!
I am falling asleep
Eyes open, but hard to keep....
Bed time is nigh
My hopes are high,
For a good night of sleep!
The day has been long
Work--dinner and song
Now I'm slowly folding
My breath i am holding
For not too much snow....
We love our critters,
Cow, horse, and bunny.
But what they leave behind
Just isn't funny!
Veggies need food
To make things taste good.
And it's strange to think
That something that stinks
Given time, water and air
Turns to something so fair.
Put it into the soil
No trouble, no toil.
Poems and poo
Both easy to do
Each like the other
Aren't any bother
Add all to the mix
And let stew
This message was edited Nov 8, 2013 7:31 AM
Thank you for adding to this "collection"....
i would SO hate to see this go into the "big pile in the sky"....;o)
I bet we all can't wait for spring to really come...I know I do.....
Fodder for another "ditty'.....
Tired of this weather!
It's either or neither...
Nice warm days
but cold, cold nights,
I miss the sights....
Spring is so slow,
Can' make up its mind;
One day it's warm--
the other--winds blow...
It's getting too late
For my seeds to sow..
The soil is wet
All clumpy and sodden;
Can' really dig it
Can't put anything in it
What's gonna happen
To my garden?
I'd love to help out with this thread, but:
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.
Please don't give me a grade on this, Gita.
You get an A+.....Good job! See? It is not all that hard!
Not every Poem has to rhyme--you can write in "prose"--which reads
like a story--just broken up in lines in Poem form.
Personally--I like to rhyme things...makes my toes tap as I sit here
reading the 'ditties'
Glad to see this up and about
I am so happy--I want to shout!
Just a few lines-here and there,
Makes my day--and i don't care!