Best Houseplants Poems

......a strange color, green

   Become better informed, listen to your teachers,
educate yourself....which branch will the bluejay
survey from? 
The hawk, circling, choose his best option?

   Bleeding soldiers depend on doctors, rich men
depend on accountants, souls depend on preachers,
tap water depends on scientists...

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Houseplants reproach me,
and show drooping stems
and mottled leaves.
Death cannot be tolerated
Even at this level.
But then again, 
I'm far too lazy to do anything about it.
Conundrum....

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Up with the sun, put coffee to brew
Inside my mouth, some sticky night goo
Standing in housecoat with fuzzy house shoes
Starting my day, as always I do

Down with a cup, feeling like new
Stepped onto my porch, that first morning view
Something was odd, some weird bugaboo
There must...

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Diagonal streams now  stripe the windowpane
And in them, tiny insects drown and die.
Unexpected ,sudden rain  has come.
Those escape who have  the wings to fly.

No angels were seen peering  at my  room
No doubt they have their  Sunday wings to press.
No...

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A housecat,
Orange, Plump.
Stalking dustbunnies
With high ambitions.
Self consumed
With imitations
Of ancestors.
Giant tigers and regal lions
are emulated comically
By this chubby domestic.
The never ending battle
Of the red dot.
Warfare with the feather.
Abushing houseplants with zeal.
Ackward leaps that fall short.
Oh, the irony of the cat,
To whom the livingroom is the Serengeti.
And...

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I've never known a fixed address.  I love the home we've made for three years in our rental house so I'm sad that it's now up for sale.  Last night, I sat in the sunroom thinking of how much I'll miss the joy...

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I woke up late this morning, my phone was dead. I guess I never plugged it in, I found it buried under my pillow (erah!). I barely had time for anything, just managing to cover the basics as the “Whoop” sound signaled my first virtual...

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I knew a girl
once who had
a clothesline that ran
across her kitchen.
When she would water
her houseplants,
she could never remember
how much
water each one needed
to maintain a healthy
green glow.
She said, “I’d rather them
leak than go
thirsty.”
She placed neatly folded paper
towels beneath
each young plant.
An hour after
each over-watering
she would
pick up the...

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Diagonal streams now  stripe the windowpane
And in them, tiny insects drown and die.
Unexpected ,sudden rain  has come.
Those escape who have  the wings to fly.

No angels were seen peering  at my  room
No doubt they have their  Sunday wings to press.
No...

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I'm feeling quite pensive as I sit
Resting my back on this tree
Is there really a meaning to life?
Is there really a purpose for me?


Why am I here is the question I ask
What am I put here to do?
That is the question that really haunts me
It...

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Standing on my head
looking up at the trees
and the sparkling sky

When it’s dark I don’t see
the ship float by nor
the tsunami sea

Upside-down women
on either side
of cotton candy eventide

When the light’s bright
palms and ferns come to life
tickling my soles

and I am able 
to rearrange the houseplants
with...

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Our wishes tattooed on my membrane mind,
Silver nitrate of love with womankind,
While we lazed in the lap of a springtime dream,
Of our futures baptised in a sunlit stream.

The mill wheel turned the canvas sail
  That caught the wheat-germ breeze,
Our youth played tag with fleeting...

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In lacquered boxes, six feet down,
Rest whispers of the unbought crown -
The paintings left in mental drafts,
The kindness stored away in crafts.

Between the satin folds they place
The morning walks at slower pace,
The letters crumpled, never sent,
The wild dreams left unbent.

A coffee-stained rejection slip,
The novel's pages,...

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I think the political left
makes too much noise
about enlightened democratic goals
of our LeftBrain dominant
white property-owning
ForeFathers

To be respectfully
and resonantly heard
by economic RightWing Christian, 
and other Supreme-Dogmatist, 
capitalists who don't make enough noise
about Jesus's multiculturally liberating GoodNews

That win/lose capitalism belongs
to systems supporting economic privilege
while powers of global
liberal
lavish
radical
profound...

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