Best Holidaygreen Poems
GREEN, GREEN, GREEN!!!
My name is Jade Shamrock Green.
I will not eat one single green bean.
When I get mad, I turn green.
I wear my favorite green jeans.
I am hypnotize by the color green.
Not every green path leads to a flowing stream.
I lay on the grass so green.
I won a jackpot of green.
To visit the Green Mountains in Vermont is like a dream.
My eyes are shaded green.
My jealousy comes in the color green.
I diet on green veggies that are lean.
The Green Bay Packers are my favorite team.
I believe all frogs should come in green.
It’s a family gift to carry a green thumb gene.
My garden has the greenest life I have ever seen.
Lemons are yellow, but limes are green.
The Irish do not all believe in green.
In my greenhouse all, the plants are full of good self-esteem.
I'm the jester who wore a green beret for the king and queen.
The unripe sour apple is moldy green!
Flicking me a green bugger is gross and mean.
Why do all leprechauns wear color green?
Not all clovers have only three leafs of green.
Green is the middle color of the rainbow team.
Good Luck, Care Bear's charming eyes are emerald green.
My favorite color has always been green.
This is all about wearing green on March the seventeen.
. (a) S.K.A.T. POETRY (re-post) by;p.d.
. 3-17-10 (update) 3-17-11
Vibrant, organic, woodland copse
Free-flowing sylvan form
Bonded to bartered soil
Your pulpy chalice with fawning tendrils expand
Bristling needles from your, wavy mantle extend
Briny resin bleeds from your deep reservoir
Your green cloak glistening still
Your crowning diadem stretches to the horizon
Subsequently, your noble bow leased for brigand wear
Penuriously felled in due season
Your prime tender sheared for trite offering
Your true shape, form stunted to acclimate
To your synthetically-groomed dorm
Your green twigs now carefully-preened artifice
Once unfettered appendages weighted with trite trinkets
Your wholesome, egalitarian visage translated into a conical orb
JULY 4TH
I hate to say it but
“In the old days –
(will all the ancient folk ever tire of retelling?)
July 4th was a big BIG day!
Up at crack-of-dawn if you were a kid
With red salutes
4 inches round
6 inches long
You could blow a tin can as high as the phone wires
Bounce torpedoes off the neighbor’s brick garage
Few ever complained because most everyone was doing it
Except for Hattie and Maude
two ancient sisters who lived behind their broken
down green board fence
They complained – said the kids collapsed their stupid
broken down green board fence
(which everyone knew had been leaning for years)
‘Done it with them there awful fire crackers’ said Maude
‘You better believe it!’ said Hattie
At night the little ones were out on the front lawns
whirling sparklers clear on down the block
The city sky was a riot of showering colors
clear on downtown
And the NOISE!
If there’s been a band around
Sousa’s Stars and Stripes Forever would’ve drowned
No it was one continuous canons blasting –
the end of 1812
Around about 10: P.M. just after dark
The little ones spent and in spite of the noise
Dropped onto their beds too tired to even undress
O joy to the green trees and garland
O how they bring so much cheer
For I will unfortunately miss this things
Because I will have neither this year
O joy to the green trees and garland
Will they spread some cheer towards my way
For I have always admired their colors
Despite that they have gone away
O joy to the green trees and garland
With happiness they bring a tear
Sit , watch and with tears plant a seed
Perhaps everyone can have some this year