Bob Blackwell

Rookie - 0 Points (29/5/1936 / Wales)

In My Garden - Poem by Bob Blackwell

I watch as the days brightness alters
from sunrise, sunset, nightfall,
to when the moon and stars light up,
and I can see the Milky Way.

I watch the seasons change from
spring growth, to summer heat,
autumn leaves, winter rot with
rain, sun, wind, frost, and snow.

I study, ants, worms, slugs and snails.
Leaves, buds, trees and flowers;
bees, wasps, white bellied sunbirds,
and many butterflies stop for nectar.

But most of all as I sit in my garden,
I feel angry, sad, confused, when I think,
how man persecutes man, and stamps
him under foot to break his will.

How his power corrupts,
his laws cheat, and
his desires tempt him, to steal,
murder, rape, abuse and wound.

How his beliefs, ideas, and dogma’s;
separate, judge, blame, confuse,
causing hurt, harm, even wars, so
his love wasted, and his charity ignored.

How his belief might is right, allows
governmental avarice, politician’s spin,
and leaders lies to make wars, in which
thousands die, and millions come to hate.

How his miasma blocks out truth, hope
new optimism, a talk of peace,
freedom cries ignored, and answers given
shrouded with false reasons for not ending war.

Relaxing in my spring garden full of hope,
surrounded by lovely flowering shrubs,
I mostly hear the black crows cry but
have just one wish, that a red eyed dove brings
peace, commonsense, love, understanding,
and compassion to the people of our world.


Comments about In My Garden by Bob Blackwell

  • (11/5/2009 7:04:00 AM)

    such a lovely poem. very niceand refreshing. i felt as if i was there.

    pl see my 3 new poems
    1. a prayer for children
    2. walk through life
    3. what makes you so special
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  • (11/2/2009 4:00:00 AM)

    I often sit in my garden as well and pray that everyone in this world would just take the time to stop and smell the roses.... if they could appreciate the little things maybe then peace would be in the 'not too far' distance.... Nice poem - something I myself can relate to - the same questions seem to cross my mind on a daily basis. (Report)Reply

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  • (7/26/2009 2:49:00 AM)

    dear bob, i am a garden lover too! forget everything when i am there.when we sit and relax, many thoughts make their way to our minds, which are disturbing and irritating, specially over those we have no control.politics, is a dirty game.too much power, irresponsibly used, has negative results.your poem is beautiful, a blend of natures beauty, and the reality of materialism. (Report)Reply

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  • Cindy Kreiner Sera (5/21/2009 2:26:00 AM)

    Sat in my garden reading, feeling the gold of day then your mood changed, dark nights of the soul! Hero''s forgotten overnight, Our young people playing the deadly game politicians and leaders control. Can we believe that we will see friend greeting foe, I cannot. As the song goes it's all an illusion. Powerful write Bob (Report)Reply

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  • (1/31/2009 10:07:00 AM)

    After taking me through the beauty of seasons, you gently take the reader to the ugliness with which man has polluted his life. all humanity is crying for good sense to prevail and peace reign...very thought provoking


    lovely and moving 10

    mamta
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  • (1/5/2009 12:38:00 AM)

    A sublime juxtaposition of the pastoral and the political. Your passion becomes you. Your garden sounds lovely. This one is definitely worth reading and re-reading. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (Report)Reply

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  • Meggie Gultiano (12/28/2008 7:18:00 AM)

    And i wholeheartedly agree with you..a nice and a pleasure to read..Thanks Bob for sharing your thoughts. (Report)Reply

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  • (12/7/2008 10:04:00 PM)

    one from the heart- agreat thought. all our organisations are governed by fear, fear can only destroy-10 (Report)Reply

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  • Fay Slimm (8/23/2008 7:55:00 AM)

    Amen, Amen and Amen again to the hopeful wish you so succinctly brought out towards the end of the piece. Wonderful to read through aloud. Thank you Bob. (Report)Reply

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  • Kesav Easwaran (8/10/2008 12:08:00 AM)

    beautiful poem, bob...the line ' his love wasted and his charity ignored' is to me most eye catching, in the garden there... 10 (Report)Reply

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  • (6/30/2008 4:14:00 AM)

    An excellent poem Bob, the contrast between your lovely peaceful garden full of the wonders of nature, and then man's inhumanity to man, and the question why?
    We hope for a future without war, hunger an poverty, lets hope it is not a distant dream,
    Best wishes Lynda xxxx
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  • (6/22/2008 2:15:00 PM)

    Indeed a brilliant poem Bob, it seems Gods garden is getting overgrown with weeds, regards Bob (Report)Reply

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  • C. P. Sharma (5/17/2008 9:35:00 AM)

    You have chosen your garden with great aesthetics. It is a superb piece of poetry:

    Your garden is girdled up with universal spirituality
    That takes care of every triviality;
    It measures up the the Sun, the Moon, the Eart and the sky,
    Work in unison with plants, animals and the birds that fly.

    It is only man that sounds a discordant note
    Who generally sails on a staggering boat;
    In his own cobweb weaves the woes
    That always keep him on his toes.
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  • (1/6/2008 1:20:00 PM)

    This is a brilliant poem. beautifully expressed, topten i say (Report)Reply

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  • (11/3/2007 8:35:00 AM)

    The soul of a concerned, thoughtful man comes through this fine poem of contrast. You point out splendidly how peaceful, beautiful places make us wonder why the rest of the world can't be more like a garden. As Wordsworth put it best: the world is too much with us/getting and spending, etc. Keep on feeling those angry feelings; it takes courage in these dark days to really care about things, but we have to keep awake. Keep writing. (Report)Reply

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  • (10/14/2007 7:36:00 PM)

    Splendid work Bob, the beauty of the garden... the trials of man combined with nature and a touch of opinion. Well versed! (Report)Reply

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  • (10/14/2007 3:54:00 AM)

    From the serene to the rant. I admire this piece and it goes without saying agree with your forcefully scribed sentiments. t x (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 13, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 16, 2011


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