Herbs 'n Planz

Herbs 'n Planz Poems

Twas a sans-souci day with sounds of no say
all about tree swinging and giggles of play
along came a leprechaun tall in the ears
he juggled with laughter till he burst into tears.
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Tonight …

know this.
your heart
...

Heart, crosses and almond eyes stares
Tis time for breakfast and kind finger cares
Buttercups, roses and counting down sleeps
for when special meets special, life turns sweet.
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The sneak of curiosity I do truly love,
slip sheets all around me as a satin glove.

To unveil one must take sheets off with care,
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Today…
I spun poem trim
in the lean of revolving doors pace
caught in cleavage air chopping as pi
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You swamp me in your sudden gush,
hot steam strikes, my pot arises,
rosé shades, as pale skins flush,
odd crescendo, no disguises.
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Tonight...
A crash I hold in the palm of my hand
Disappear I say.. it goes by command! ! !
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Tonight...
she will come and meet me
at the chestnut tree,
whose leaves are changing
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Dying...........

(progressive is this art)
sent Artemis to gather stars,
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10.

Tonight...
We shall lead out the down from the path of pathetics
Turning stones and old bones over truth kinesthetics
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If you think that no-one cares
Tell it to the man upstairs
Selfish people do their thing
On a prayer and a wing
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Today....
I want to be your undergarment.
Stay close to you all day.
Picnic in your mossy field
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You...
are the settling of my morning now
the scorch where fire brands in signals
...

There was something in the sugar that day
Friendships were sweetened, no delays
All stirrings within the heart of Tehran
Pictures were perfect, by a Ballina palm
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I toast you in silence,
watching you sleep,
as an occasional smile
scurries across your face,
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Last night..

it was a simple one,
two colours
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17.

Today...

my po'um
demanded
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At first there is throb
Second only to strum,
Fiddle strung together
it makes music to come.
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I found as vision, natural bling
Cutest of bird, tho' green of some things
I took it as duty
to check smell for fruity
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Flowers sent by memories
Tastings scent my tree,
God make us into honeybees
then you can fly to me.
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Herbs 'n Planz Biography

Herbs ‘n Planz was born from within the raging belly of the Forum pages of PoemHunter. Fertilised initially from ‘quick fire’ responses from Emancipation Planz and Herbert Nehrlich – creations continue within the ‘spirit of spontaneity’ and all poems collaborated span the Pacific Ocean divide of Australia and New Zealand. Often crafted within a couple of hours of an afternoon or evening …. We invite you to enjoy our ‘rawness’ and / or look further at our individual pages on PH, as: www.poemhunter.com/herbert-nehrlich-2/ and www.poemhunter.com/emancipation-planz/)

The Best Poem Of Herbs 'n Planz

Sans-Souci

Twas a sans-souci day with sounds of no say
all about tree swinging and giggles of play
along came a leprechaun tall in the ears
he juggled with laughter till he burst into tears.

The tears fell to ground, they had nowhere to go
but the scorn of the gods just made bigger the flow,
unbeknownst to them all there were seeds in the earth
and the salt of the tears caused a wildflower's birth.

Arising as runaways, freshness to burst
Yellow head full of hope and the vibrance of thirst
Bees will gather the nectar, there is work to be done
Rabbits pop from their burrows finding warmth from the sun.

Peeks a fawn through the trees ears on full red alert
scares the mole as he digs and piles up the black dirt,
Mrs. Owl on her tree oversees the charade
comes the unicorn close, on his back poet Trade.

Wilderness was eager to highlight all views
Waterfall roared loudly, beckoning its muse
Beneath crystal waters, sunk eons ago
Lived mystic feathered fish, puffy fins aglow.

As the gods see their world on the earth far below
nodding wisely again as they ponder to know
if the make of the creature they have called modern man
will destroy by their deeds the original plan.

If tomorrow come soon, though the future unknown
Would generations up next be reduced to a groan?
Still we dance in our Burg called Le Grand Sans-Souci
to the tune of oblivion and the song of the free.

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T McH 28 March 2009

The most beautiful person and poet. t x

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