Doris Culverhouse Poet Couplet

People Planters

People planters find it hard to tear 
at the loss of your near and  dear

At two hundred percent profits
Devastation gives them fat pockets

Diggers open up the ground
Where people sprouts can be found....

Sprouts or people dust....it is hard to know!?

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Andrea Dietrich December 13, 2011 at 7:51 PM What an interesting theme for a poem, Doris. People planters, yep, they sure make a profit!!

George Aul October 31, 2011 at 10:50 AM Liked your words...It's all become about the bottom line in everything.....George

Steven Henderson October 30, 2011 at 7:29 AM It's all about the might dollar for most isn't Carol? Oh, well each to his own. Enjoyed, Steve

Bl Devnath October 29, 2011 at 11:19 PM Your 'People Planters' carry very deep meaning. Nice write. Thanks for your sweet comment on my write. bl

Jack Horne October 29, 2011 at 12:44 PM Witty piece with a deep meaning, Doris. I had to laugh at your chicken's favourite treat - and I thought I was a bad teenager giving the canary some chicken...

Linda-Marie Sweetheart October 29, 2011 at 10:43 AM super expressiion Doris of the dilemmas plaguing people all around luv..how are u doing ?? we are terrific ..moved into our new home..and in Feb. will be moving to Italy.. no snow..haha..

Joe Maverick October 29, 2011 at 10:26 AM Too true Doris,, i've been there and some..!

Sara Kendrick October 29, 2011 at 10:04 AM Doris, you will have to explain this one to your dense mother..Thanks for stopping by, reading, and commenting on my work..We will try to visit..Mom

Gwendolen Song October 29, 2011 at 9:56 AM Oh tho dreadful people planters....I love this concept....they shall be known by their roots. Hey nurse sister, any nurse poems? Lead the way! Gwendolen

Sarah Seraphin October 29, 2011 at 9:48 AM * “When I Consider Something Sprouting My Dear Beautiful Doris * Tis Beauty Rising From The Depths of Endless Love * Lost Amid The Sea of Its Everlasting Splendour * Luv * Sarah.” *