Best Nutrients Poems
POINTING TO THE PROBLEMS
{Bivouacs}
Beat down with legal fees
Tied up with taxes;
Tripped up with mortgages;
Ripped off with student loans
Insulted with insurance
Telephone updates.
Out of date opts,
New upgrade rates;
Food on the down-low
Carrots in the closet;
Conjugating with fake rice.
Plastic cabbage, inedible corn.
Tomatoes with fish dung
Water with lead, flatulent cows
Polluting the air.
Carbon emission:
Beyond the stratosphere:
Halliburton and agent orange.
Nuclear explosion -radiation;
Devastating the atmosphere.
I can’t explain, with no
nutrients to the brain.
No minerals to the lungs n heart.
Contaminated nation;
Sheer contamination.
Is it too late, to rise above the hate?
Tired n Devastated, tried elevation.
Tried to immunize, and fine tune
My body to this new moon.
With herbs n mushrooms.
Sun Hot, Global Scorching...
Illuminati wants hearts,
and good body parts.
Neanderthals,running back to their caves
Underground bunkers, where they’ll be safe…
Americans dangling off bridges with knapsacks;
Flimsy structures and Bivouacs
No air, no food, no heat,
Not even water safe to drink.
Like Dinosaurs and bees, fast becoming extinct.
I can’t even think, with no nutrients to the brain.
No minerals to fortify lungs n heart.
Contaminated nation,
Sheer contamination.
With nowhere to run;
What do you think should be done?
The sun is getting hotter now,
And snow begins to thaw.
A trickle of water runs down.
Soon, it finds its usual track.
One may call it a stream,
But soon, it swells and starts to tumble
Over the rocks, carving its landscape
Only to join other streams downhill.
It swells into a tumbling river,
Divide into parts, run to a water mill,
With a force to grind the wheat.
The other pours into flatlands,
Where occasionally small lakes form
And living nutrients abound.
Survival depends on strength.
Snails, water fleas and shrimps
Become the food of predators.
Roaches, pikes and other fish
Make heyday of their food.
But they are not the rulers of the river.
Let man find such lakes and ponds.
A large fishing rod and tasty bait
An attraction for the various fish.
Men make a lovely lunch with their catch.
Never felt obliged
To ask the soil for her thoughts
Before I planted my seeds
Watered and weeded and fertilized
With hands guided by my heart
Not only do I doubt
If she would have given consent
I honestly don’t know
If she would have welcomed
My yearning soul into her home
Of warm, brown earth
Softened by sun and rain
Breathing only precious beads
Of dewdrop dreams
And autumn leaves decaying
Into the depths of her tenderness
Never once did I feel the need
To ask this loam for permission
To plant the flowers and vegetables
The fruits and scrumptious herbs
Which gave me so much sweetness
To feed my palette and vista
I wonder what she would have said
If I’d only asked, possibly pled
For the chance to plant a seed or two
Give into the soil’s longing for compost
To nourish her and give her sustenance
Cuisine made up of manure and muck
Meant to provide her with nutrients
Food to enliven, enlighten and brighten
Her dreams of good things so she’d thrive
Still, I remained silent in my guilt
Stealing her dirt with my shrubs
Never giving her the opportunity to say
If she was ok with my cultivating
Plowing and growing in her reservoir
Of soft, warm soil meant for a nursery
A garden of hopes and dreams and ideas
Gentle lights fading into the shadows
Behind the oaks and pines, where I grew
Truths that remembered to pray
For the sunshine and the rain
The food that would sustain
My stolen garden, grown without consent
From the heart of the earth’s glorious gifts
I'm a meatball in a sub,
With three others just like me,
We are warmed by tomato sauce,
And a blanket made of cheese.
The roll is our surrounding house,
Handled by a man,
Shivering at a football stadium,
While sitting in the stands.
My best friends will soon leave me,
One by one as I watch the teeth,
Overreach each sphere of nutrients,
Devouring what's beneath.
This is what I was born to do, so I will not be afraid,
Munch, munch, munch. Oh what a glorious day!
18-September-2021
Wanna make a baby?
Here's how it goes....
The ***** enters the vagina.
Then out comes a flow.
Meanwhile from the ovary,
down the fallopian tube.
A tiny egg is swimmimg
and plops into the uterine lube.
After a fierce battle
the fastest sperm wins.
Brakes through the egg's shell.
Then multiplication in ovum begins.
Oxygen and nutrients flow
through the umbilical cord.
From after birth on uterine wall.
Or placenta as it's sometimes called.
A little baby is growing fast.
Nine months to be exact.
The womb then contracts.
These are the facts.
Out pops a baby...
Simple as that!
Turning and dipping in graceful, acrobatic flight,
my spirit soars against a sky brilliantly blue;
from these heights, I view life in its completeness,
its complex boundaries and limitations sharply defined.
I maintain my composure, calm and unruffled by the storms . . .
I sail above the strife where the sun spreads warmth upon my wings.
From this lofty perspective, I watch over my dearest ones.
This clear air provides treasures of wisdom, beauties like the facets of precious jewels,
sparkling with the vibrance that makes joy complete;
I glean and feed them to my little ones, giving them nutrients to enrich their minds.
Home is my central focus.
I learn and implement all that I can to make my nest comfortable and complete,
a rich environment for growth.
Do not intrude; I protect what is mine.
© May 11, 2015, Faye Lanham Gibson
H2o, showers does cause colorful flowers on earth to greatly bloom
It is on the atomic table: this of 2 hydrogen atoms and 1 oxygen
It being the transportation medium for all nutrients needed
Vital for all living cells absorbing their daily organic sustenance
H2o, in fruits juicy gushing gushers are oranges and watermelons
It assist us with our hygienic health and cleanses clothes
There in the sea we can do swimming, snorkeling and surfing
Grapes, of red and white wine fluids facilitate taste bud pleasure
H2o, in a human’s body is about 65%; that is liquid water
Steam vapors are in turbines and in steamboats and ship generators
Rains at cold temps produce unique snowflakes that falls to earth
Rivers and lake reservoirs are fresh water access and storage
H2o, in life, love, living and leisure, all is connected
Recommended is the drinking of it at eight ounces per daily usage
Medicines and milk and mangos all contain this wonderful substance
This transparent, pure, refreshing, and very much liked and is needed
A dedicated ode to “the gloriously created and greatly used H2O
Amazing caramel, orange rose red sunset
Blazing behind the horizon as it
Comes forth with the absence of glittering stars
Dawn brings out the sight of white clouds and blue skies
Enlightening nature to wake with a
Fresh new day with the sound of the birds chirping and singing
Gathering food; feeding their young nestled in the nest between limbs
Huge old majestic oak as the leaves rustle and sway in the breeze
It sings the blessed song of peace and
Joy of the arriving of green spring
Keeping shadows of cool shade underneath its huge canopy
Leaving the living with a small place of haven amid the tall grass
Mist that swirls with fresh intoxicating air
Nutrients to the soil brings a rich harvest of green fields with
Of course, crickets, beetles, weevils, and critters with
Plenty of food for them to eat
Quiet of the night brings the cool gentle wind that sends crops
Rippling in the breeze
Sending and spreading seeds
To the yonder fields
Under the dark clouds of the
Vanishing moon
With wetness in the air from a nearby stream bringing early morning bumblebees
Xenogamy of
Yellow pollen traveling along a
Zigzagging path
8/1/2015
Contest Name: Nature Poems Only
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
I let out a scream when I stand on the scales -
the bitter truth, I’ve joined the species of whales!
I plan to go on a new weight loss diet
food is grilled, you must never fry it!
Those pre packed diet foods are such a racket
there’s more nutrients in the cardboard packet
I’ll be enrolling at the local gym
and with luck I’ll be thin as a pin
I’m going to take up weight lifting
and think of the pounds I’ll be shifting
In my Lycra I’ll cut such a dash
I hope I don’t get a nasty sweat rash!
I’ll give up candy and drinking root beer
Looks like I’m in for a depressing year!
New year 2018 Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
12/31/17
In the corner of the flower garden
The ugly rose
Stood alone
No shelter from blistering noon sun
Wilted and burnt
The beautiful ones mocked
The usual suspects in the garden
Gathered together in flock
The ugly rose wilted and dried
As the other flowers laughed
They became week and fraught
Not knowing their fate was interlocked
For the ugly rose fading and alone
Was not the petals nor the stem
The intertwined roots were rotted
Soon it was the other flower bushes condemned
As the rose garden rotted and died
That one ugly rose, rose again and became alive
Flourishing on the nutrients of the unsurvived
Sadly that one lonely rejected flower
Still was all alone
With no one to share her flourishing bloom
Like a lover left alone in the corner of a room
No one was there to see her bloom
The rains caressing her soul
God makes perfect everything on earth
for humans and plants to coexist with each other
plants give humans the power to heal and the nutrients to survive
humans provide the CO2 and organic remains for plants to live
But we should be very afraid of the invisible blackholes
They suck everything good on its path - the ones you love, the things you love
The blackholes strengthen its gravity feeding on human desires
Consuming the hearts with an incurable poison - Greed
Twisted truths and sugar-coated lies eroding the souls
Inventing wars to grab ancestral lands and resources
Politicizing faith spreading wildfire infecting all
Rivers and oceans polluted by subconscious pride
For those who stands in the way, no innocents are spared
Swallowing in deep subliminal thoughts stirring in a pot of ink
A whirlpool circling downwards to the bottom end
If we don't let go of our greed, we will never find peace
Only when peace enters the mind and into our inner selves
Will we learn to let go of all material things
Be in the presence of nature to enjoy the gentle beckoning
of a breeze that caresses the faces from all walks of life
A Collaborated Poem with Teddy Kimathi
Copyright © 2016 May 24
Submerged in thought, my mind flows.
I'm a majestic river
with all it's curves and bends
running over rocks 'round obstructions
gathering strength and speed.
Above I catch a glimpse of the sun
shimmering off the eye of young cygnet
so white and pure without commitment
calm, loving and carefree
looking to soak up all my nutrients.
to be young once again
with a new chance at love
no fear of what lies beneath the surface.
Making memories forgetting fantasies.
Here I sit lost in thought
about life and love
trials and pain
blessings and destinies.
Submersed in thought, my mind flows.
I'm a majestic river
with all it's curves and bends
running over rocks and around obstructions
gathering strength and speed.
Above I catch a glimpse of the sun
shimmering off the eye of a young cygnet
So white and so pure without commitment
calm, loving and carefree
looking to soak up all my nutrients.
Oh to be young once again
with a new chance at love
no fear of what lies beneath the surface.
Making memories forgetting fantasies.
Here I sit lost in thought
about life and love
trials and pain
blessings and destiny
Swallowing soil's nutrients, they swell up under earth -
round or tubular vegetables of edible wholesome delight!
Carrots, beets and onions steadily fuel the body,
but yams, potatoes and parsnips - baked and buttered -
are the ones I ROOT the loudest for!
Written Jan. 4, 2016 for the Rooting For 8 To 5 contest of nette onclaude
As growing season halts at summer's end
Green leaves begin to starve for chlorophyll
Sun rays cook nutrients now trapped within
The leaves change colors with the frosty chill
Emblazoned mountains burn with Autumn's fire
Bright flame like red and orange yellow leaves
A russet carpet is the grounds attire
More beautiful than any could conceive
And yet we never cease to be amazed
The coat of many colors nature wears
Each fall we watch the smokeless leafy blaze
"Til winter winds disrobe and trees stand bare
Igniting our illusions with a view
Those Autumn fires in trees of russet hues
October 21 2016