Best Cauliflower Poems

Cauliflower clouds drift past broccoli trees,
where bright carrot paths lead to vegetable seas.

Tall corn sentries stand straight in a row,
while wild little radishes have no...

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The humble cheese has a secret superpower
Its gooey glory conquers cauliflower
The melted cheddar of fried baloney
The better half of macaroni

The sharp-dressed suitor of apple pie
A...

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In blackness,
 I hear forked tongues 
whisper wicked witchery,
hope within arthritic 
  ink slowly f a d e s
as darkness descends  
upon snow-speckled...

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I SHUDDER TO  THINK 

I  shudder to think about the way 
Some  vegetables are  abused every day -
With physical  and...

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Dripping doorsteps or bubble and squeak
I ate so much I couldn't speak
Apple pie and clotted cream 
Used to make my taste buds scream.

Home made parkin...

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There once was a fight on my plate
In front of my face while I ate

The Broccoli on the left picked up its Spear
And stabbed the...

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( while taking a tour through those poems readers are requested to keep in their hands,  a
feather from the pea-cock’s tail )

Volga - 1...

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Autumn

                 Welcome!
       ...

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Either side of the bed is mine
at my whim
and
Fancy

Coffee cups left in the sink
until there are
no
more
Clean

vacuum in the middle of the
floor
for a Week

remote - Mine
precisely.where.I.left.it.

Stink
of...

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in a dream -
Mississippi, the 50's
lone hike on a sweltry spring-tide day
rolling fields of cotton and wheat
cauliflower clouds like lazy old men
creeping across a buttery...

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Purple leather turtles
Smoking hippy rats
Gastric glands
Secrete Orange Juices
Leave my stomach
Swim in land.
Cauliflower hairy clouds
Pouring purple rain,
Heavy inches  
 Salt dry water
Sad the clown 
Drowns...

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Americans are Americans, period.
No matter color, sex and for heavens, sake!
Not ....Their "party affiliation,"
On which some are insanely fixated.

We were born au natural.
We were not...

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BLUEBERRY BOAT

I’m going to sea in a blueberry boat
With cellophane sails on cinnamon mast
It could be cold so I’ll take a coat
And In case of...

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For Ian Diddams and my Dad

So what’s the crack with rugby?
My father used to play
He’d come home with an injury
Every other day
My mother used to...

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A garden with walls high and deep
Brilliant daisies swaying in the sweet breeze
Cabbage, cauliflower and leeks thriving, flourishing
Down crunching gravel paths I dance
Everything in this...

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