{"id":135709,"date":"2023-09-02T19:09:46","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T23:09:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=135709"},"modified":"2023-09-03T04:57:21","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T08:57:21","slug":"landscapers-lament-hour-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/landscapers-lament-hour-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Landscaper&#8217;s Lament (Hour 4)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Forever hold my peace?<\/p>\n<p>Or forever hold my piece?<\/p>\n<p>I object with yells and cries,<\/p>\n<p>Im throwing knives instead of rice.<\/p>\n<p>No, im not here for communion,<\/p>\n<p>Im here to intervene this union.<\/p>\n<p>No, sir i am not embarrased,<\/p>\n<p>Ive freed the horses from their carriage.<\/p>\n<p>I am here to set this straight,<\/p>\n<p>To prevent this huge mistake.<\/p>\n<p>She is not a righteous partner,<\/p>\n<p>Shes been sleeping with the gardner.<\/p>\n<p>All the yardwork done for free,<\/p>\n<p>And that gardener is me.<\/p>\n<p>Priest, dont interrupt me please,<\/p>\n<p>I will never hold my peace.<\/p>\n<p>Me and this woman have a past,<\/p>\n<p>ive done more than mow her grass.<\/p>\n<p>Trimmed the hedges, raked the leaves,<\/p>\n<p>Then made love under the trees,<\/p>\n<p>Everyday after Steve leaves,<\/p>\n<p>Its been 1 year and 3 weeks.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>So im here, on bended knee,<\/p>\n<p>As enthrolled as i can be,<\/p>\n<p>God is witness, all can see,<\/p>\n<p>No one loves you more than me.<\/p>\n<p>(Empathy comes from the crowd,<\/p>\n<p>Even heard a clapping sound.<\/p>\n<p>For the gardner spoke profound,<\/p>\n<p>Even steven fell astound).<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>So, i hate to intefere,<\/p>\n<p>But thats the reason why im here,<\/p>\n<p>To prevent this ceremony,<\/p>\n<p>And this union thats unholy,<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Now we finally meet face to face, seems that fate has paved its course,<\/p>\n<p>And from man-to-man i say this: steve, the baby isnt yours.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>As he grabbed his lover&#8217;s hand, and the gardner turned to leave,<\/p>\n<p>A man&#8217;s voice, calm and composed exclaimed, &#8220;Who the fuck is Steve?&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>As the gardner now confused turned and saw in ghostly fright,<\/p>\n<p>He had never seen this woman before in his whole entire life.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>This is not Saint Thomas the Appostle Church?<\/p>\n<p>And the gardner filled with shame cursed his maps and google search.<\/p>\n<p>silently apologetic, in a quiet tone he said, &#8220;my friend-<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>-could you imagine, i have to give that same speech again&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Then he reached into his pocket, and he handed him a card,<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Call me if you ever need a gardner to mow your yard&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Forever hold my peace? Or forever hold my piece? I object with yells and cries, Im throwing knives instead of rice. No, im not here for communion, Im here to intervene this union. No, sir i am not embarrased, Ive freed the horses from their&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5442,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-135709","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/135709","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5442"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=135709"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/135709\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":141391,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/135709\/revisions\/141391"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=135709"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=135709"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=135709"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}