Take a Stroll Through the Garden
When gardens come alive with colour in bloom there is no better sight. Some flowers open their buds to the first breath of spring and continue their stunning display right through until the end of summer. Others hibernate until the winter when the chill of the ground on their bulbs seems to awaken them from their slumber. But whatever time of year or season it may be – flowers are a blooming miracle.
My Garden of Delight
As I perchance to stroll
Midst your erotic scented blooms,
My senses are assailed
And deep desires are moved.
French lavender stands inviting,
Like Venus rising from the foam.
Licked by tiny flames of red hot pokers
While the wide green fronds
Of windmill palms
Hover like giant fans
Behind which gossips hide.
A row of yellow tulips
With heads held high,
Dancing the tango,
Invoking thoughts of lovers’ passion.
The Mother-in-law’s tongue
With long pointed leaves.
Its horns of lust beckoning
The path to temptation.
Shed their tiny petals,
Like some torn up
A tell-tale love letter.
One lonely ruby-red rose bleeds,
Within its thorns,
Like a broken heart,
Stabbed by blood-soaked daggers.
And the pretty poet’s jasmine
With flowers of starry white,
Overtakes me with its scent,
In my garden of delight.
Stop and listen to the birds
Chirping and singing
Celebrating the freedom of flight.
Beautiful coloured feathers
Spreading to catch the sun.
Ants march busily,
Tireless workers gathering food
To feed the colony.
Trees and shrubs abound,
Cleansing our precious air,
To refresh our parched land.
Small native bees and honey bees
Sharing flowers and gathering pollen,
Golden honey to produce.
Welcome to God’s garden.
Gardening With Sage
The garden erupts in colours bright,
A kaleidoscope of blooms.
Sage slowly strolls among the beds
While singing Enya tunes.
She’d planted seeds and cuttings
And tendered them with love.
She watered, mulched, and gave them food,
And sunshine from above.
The seeds soon sprouted into shoots,
The cuttings struck and grew.
So, now the garden came alive
To pay Sage back her due.
Violets, daisies, peonies,
Foxgloves, pansies all a-rage.
But none could match her namesake flower,
The striking purple sage.
by John Hansen © various dates
After a lot of procrastinating I have finally self-published my first eBooks of poetry "I Laughed a Smile" and "On the Wings of Eagles" at Lulu.com.Now I find myself branching out and experimenting with short fiction.
I have also been fortunate to have two poems chosen to be made into songs and recorded. The first "On the Road to Kingdom Come" by Al Wordlaw, and the second, "If I Could Write a Love Poem" by award-winning Israeli/British singer Tally Koren.
I am also finding my services increasingly in demand as a freelance writer and I have ghost-written the text for a number of children's books and educational tutorials.
It has taken me many years of searching and restlessness to realise that my life's passion is to write. It saddens me that I wasted so many years not devoting to that, but thinking positively, the experiences gained over those years is now wonderful material for my stories and poems.
I want to try to bring a new focus on poetry and try to make it appealing to a new generation of young people and those who thought they never liked or understood it before.
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