Best Fertilizer Poems
False pride is ego-independent pride.
You no more made yoursellf
than you can unmake yourself
independently of others.
False wealth is ego-independent pathology.
It will no more contribute to your well-being
than your well-being could ever harm you,
interdependently healthy with others.
To paraphrase Dolly,
in "Hello Dolly":
Money and health are like fertilizer.
They work most resiliently
when spread around.
The wrath of God doesn’t have to be
the size of a hurricane
nor a major flood or forest fire
to leave us all in pain.
It can be an itch or an annoying twitch
a big black hair on your nose
painfully shy or one crossed eye
it’s terrible to have one of those.
Ugly or clumsy or not very smart
we all have our cross to bear
mismatch your socks get chicken pox
or forget your underwear.
Cowlicks birthmarks and knobby knees
all conspire to bring us down,
crooked teeth big ears and zits
are here to make us frown.
With a squeaky voice you don’t rejoice
and bad breath is problematic
as is hobbling on a cane
when you have a sore sciatic.
Oh Dear Lord just look at me!
a melting pot of woes!
As a kid I made a face
and wouldn’t you know…it froze!
What will we do with these gifts from you
bestowed on us in your wrath?
As we complain down here in our shame
do you sit on a cloud and laugh?
But then God said as he shook his head;
“My child I love you so..
these minor things that set you apart
are here to help you grow.”
so two deviant demented souls decided to fill a van with fertilizer and magically and tragically turn that mini-van into a mighty bomb, park it near a a building housing human beings and suddenly a helpless daycare center laden with little tykes within and everyone else were atomized
and i'm certain timmy wasn't the bit surprised
so two abstractly obtuse souls came to kill
but i guess that was your god's will
so two sordid souls decided to tote guns into where guns don't belong and take out their twisted and misdirected anger on some innocent students studying stridently to achieve advancement when semi-automatic guns started screaming of death is specious terms. and in the end teachers and students alike, innocents all, lay dead or woefully wounded of body and mind
ah, but there are none so blind....
two psychologically scarred psyches came with innocent blood to spill
ah, but i suppose that was your god's will
so these two singular souls found each other within the wide world and then courting began with a cute little curtsey and dating with delight until one night upon his knee a man came to urgently urge a woman to become his and his alone. things progressed effervescently brightly until one night when something so willfully wrong occurred . alask, that's when the gentleman's sperm found their way to the woman's oval ovum and collided with an ergonomically shaped egg and nine months later the woman gave birth to a travesty
and that particular tragedy would become a me
so sex and sperm segued into human swill
but i suppose that was your sick god's fu**i*g will
(c) 2012..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Fertilizer Friend Who Was Fertile
Wherever Trump went or had been there
His orange hair was way beyond compare
What to me became the biggest surpriser
Had Russian friend who dealt in fertilizer
This story with us Trump wanted to share.
Amazing how both their planes were often
seen at the same scene and airport. Did
you know that Trump's corneas each
had separate coronaries. He is trying
to use that as an excuse for his broad
view of things. Another part of his eye
problem had to do with him loosing
sight of so many facts.
Jim Horn
Tripping
down
the
wind
pipe
of
the
ananomy
of
a
snake
that
travels
in
ribbons
and
over
the
rocks
and
branches
and
in
dark
and
scarry
places
that
always
end
in
fertilizer
for
flowers
and
grass.
Sooner or later hope needs to grow a pair of wings
fly into action- turn into something substantial
or like the Dodo bird it will become extinct.
At the same time hope needs to grow a pair of balls
in the face of a hurricane of slurs and lies...stand tall.
Sometimes when the balls are heavier than the wings
hope becomes chained to rage and can never rise above the fire
no matter the amount of verbal fertilizer you sprinkle over it.
dog poo in backyard
winters worth of collections
seasoned the grass well