My Secret Garden, Dodges prompt and Friday Poetically with Brian Miller

I have a secret garden

Deep within my heart

Where flowers grow all year round

In the light of love.

They are watered sometimes by tears

Shed alone or in fellowship.

But all are tended carefully

For all are precious to me.

No two are ever alike

And some change shape with time.

Some may bloom for just a season,

Some stay evergreen,

Some die back then flower again,

Some are hardly ever seen.

I sometimes have to pluck out weeds

Of jealousy and doubt

And sometimes I may lose a plant

Though I mourn each one that's lost

I preserve the flowers carefully

In that garden in my heart

Where all my friendships grow.


Please let me know honestly whether you like this, love it or it leaves you cold.
Thanks
Pen

And in response to Dodges prompt::

Todays Prompt is USE THESE WORDS

Today's words are... BETWEEN, YOUNG, TORTURED, ENLIGHTENMENT, JINGLE, PRESTIGIOUS, SILVERTONGUED, GLITTER, SUBWAY,  MERGE

The rules are you must use at least 8 of the 10 words, as they are given, with no changes. You may do prose or any form of poetry

Silver-tongued drugs peddlers sell toxic dreams,

Enlightenment in many twisted forms,

To young people lost in a modern storm

Where virtual reality now seems

To merge with tortured truths and to glitter,

Prestigious status handed out to some

While other people go without a crumb,

Cast off like a piece of subway litter.

Somewhere in between horror and peace

Must fall a way of life with hope for all

Where truth and justice are a clarion call

Not drowned out by loud noise without surcease,

Where the jingle of bribes shouts out loud

And brings condemnation from all the crowd.

From our friends at onestoppoetry we have:

Friday Poetically with Brian Miller

It’s Friday, let’s have a little fun. How about some New York poems today?

Okay Brian.

   Here is my effort:

Distant Vision Of New York.

Gateway to the New World,

Immigrants’ dream,

Modern towers of Babel

Languages teem,

Towers darken daytime

Spreading shadow,

Adverts brighten night-time

Bright neon glow.

Heaven or hell?

Depends on who you are.

No-one can tell

From what’s shown on t.v.

A foreign strand

Half magical, half real,

Mystery land

I will never visit.