Best Mulching Poems

The old year is gone
You say
Dead as leaf fallen
Under a barren tree
Dead
And still mulching roots
Of new growing
Things
Dead and still
Nurturing continuities 
A breast in the mouth
Of...

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SPRING GARDEN PREPARATION (20150213)

After the winter season
But before the rains begin
Catalogues of heirloom seeds
Delivered just in time
Earmarked and prioritized
Farmer’s Almanac consulted
Given planting periods
Horoscopes included (but...

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The shade of a swizzle stick
Clank to a glass
Stirring of wet stuff
Cooling of gas

Pleasure from drinking
Washing it 'round
Gushing then gobbling
Drooling it down

Clunk; there's an ice...

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pastoral meadow
newly shorn sheep grass mulching
woolly mammoth bones...

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Fungi, fungus, funguses thousand fold,
eukaryotic life kingdom of yeast and mold.

Ancient legends and myths from many times,
beginnings and ends through mulching slimes.

Egyptians sensed the connection...

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brown garden
mulching leaves replenish
child laughs and jumps...

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This is my garden.

I recently discovered
the quiet allure 
of the forgotten art of gardening.

More than shoving seeds into soil,
More than impatiently waiting for seedlings and...

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Seemingly, sudden,
Restful sleep all but over.

Wild tricolored Irises, vivid white, sun centered, Shasta Daisies,
And Cosmos of azures, fuchsias and buttery cups;
Babies breathing, eager to begin...

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Kids Stuff



Children will believe anything

In talking animals
And moons made of cheese
Fairy castles
With shinning knights
And magic doors
Secret gardens
Dwarfs and Trolls
Evil kings and Evil Queens
Snow White dreams
Arabian...

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By Izunna Okafor



Oh ye the sun
Why have you been stubborn like son
Consistent in gazing at ground
Endlessly waxing around the town
The ground is as though as...

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Into the woods she walks wearing a red
hooded plain woolen cape; moving cautiously
as she talks to herself to ease the dreaded
fear she wants to escape.

She...

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Ammonia-ed clumps of damp, dunged straw
forked onto her cold barrow, then rolled outside.
Across the field where her ninety pounds
thrust up the dray atop a mulching...

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Leaves, green with sap of lush Spring trees
Flutter as branch bound butterflies,
Whistling tunes in Summer breeze
Backing cicada mating songs.

Well-seasoned leaves blistered with rust
Fly as pennants...

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THE PLUCKED AND WATERED FLOWER

Wondering lonely as a floating firmament,
Seeing a petal held up by the branch
Like a host of golden daffodils,
In the green pastures...

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We took a tour of the farm this morning,
Thinking it would be a bore in early fall.
Watched them mulching strawberry beds,
And collecting the last of...

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