Best Cellulose Poems

Energy is neither created, nor destroyed
but does transform
witness the log burning in the fireplace
cellulose and lignin combining with oxygen
yielding heat, water and CO2
and with you sitting so close beside me
another transformation's coming on.

Yet cracks appear as we age,
time and entropy take their toll,
and these days...

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Dogwood,jasmine,marram grass
In flower ,as pressure fills the barometer glass;
Evening primrose in scented bloom
Fill Autumn with  pungent perfume.

Sycamore seeds twirl and twist
Onto a fairy-ring fungus tryst;
Stink horn capped with slime,
As carrion beetles pass the time.

Bramblings feast on bountiful mast ,
As the Autumnal harvest dwindles fast;
Yellowed leaves...

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I’m a young boy 
A single mother’s son 

I’m a young beach beaten by a tsunami
Sent by an undersea earthquake delivering ripples of death 
Carrying my mother and hers out to sea 
Ravaged sands asking the sunset to reveal the secrets of the sunrise 

I’m...

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Bath Time

Every evening
around about five
I pinch my cellulose
to make sure I’m alive.

Long-ago-child 
last rings in my tub
now soaps up her own kids,
rub a dub dub.

Towels at attention,
the bathroom is dry
if I need a re-run
my daughter’s near-by.

©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
November 24, 2012...

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How can I live without sugar, fructose, glucose,
I love cookies, candies, pies, and pastries and cake;
oh that sweet, sweet lactose, dextrose and cellulose,
grandma's cherry jam and her cupcakes and cheesecake.

I love cookies, candies, pies, and pastries and cake,
that lovely white crystalline substance I love;
grandma's cherry...

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Supermarket celebration
shoppers are cytoplasm searching
for cellulose, muscle, photosynthesis.

Oils, petrochemical and vegetable
love: faith and trust
for instance, the Food and Drug Administration.

In America, the custom is
to avoid meeting the other shoppers' eyes. We graze
like cows or wander as zombies to the oldies played over the aisles.

I've always...

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Tuck into the public
private seclusion.

My aversion to inclusion
includes a stub, a tub,
a carelessly careful curation,
a velvet rope, a hint of hope,
a folding chair, softened and stickied 
by foam and frothing soda spills.

A not soundless though talkless time.
My not soundless though talkless time.
My time oh my...

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18 Stoic Faces
- by Bob Atkinson

eighteen stoic faces
faced four who had come
to read the erudite refrains
of poets both dead and gone

readings were in earnest spoken
for respect for some who had
garnered from the establishment
accolades, awards, well sanctioned

yes, eighteen stoic faces
faced four who read so good
those meaningless...

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When there’s just too much news
That has more wrongs than right—
I watch those old westerns
In good old black and white.

I’ll watch that Rocky Lane
Or that Johnny Mack Brown—
Tim McCoy or Buck Jones—
Ones that once were around.

Ken Maynard and Kermit—
The ones that we forgot—
They come alive...

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My soul, I thought this day
That no one shall build an earthly station,
     But he that means to win but attention.
     And lose his place in heavenly equation,
Or can be, that he has lost his soul since...

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September sun setting low,
Fall in all its golden glow;
Anticyclones hold transient sway
As mist forms ,at the close of day.

Dogwood,jasmine,marram grass
In flower ,as pressure fills the barometer glass;
Evening primrose in scented bloom
Fill Autumn with  pungent perfume.

Sycamore seeds twirl and twist 
Onto a fairy-ring fungus tryst;
Stink...

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Hunger 4

So much food such little time
With so much on my mind
As I consumed the New York Times today
While others read it
My stomach grabbed me by the throat
Made me feel its pain
It screamed; “Feed me real food.” “I’ll kill you on the spot you idiot!”...

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led through the strangest valley
and forest this eve
with snickering, horned, little
phosphoresent faries

carried by cellulose
to my cornea

wicked and vile winged creatures
swept around my vicera until
I remembered it was just a 
movie....

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peering on the window, water apple leaves
sway with the breeze, dancers of the night
in green veined fingers cast quirky shadows
against the cream-colored concrete walls

beneath them, i turn to the porcelain cup 
in my hands, whirling the tinted water of 
fresh picked tea leaves now invisible...

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If there were 
only MORAL coins 
and no MINT coins
people's would have 
conducted sans sins

Sin smeared 
Moral coins 
would be akin to 
Self Demonetised 
Unfit coins for trade
good for scrap grade 

Pristine Moral coins 
would be like medals 
glorifying character
Premium coins 
best for any trade...

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