Best Pea Poems

Gentle 
lentil...

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One single dish with one single pea

The sign on the door said, 
Come one and come all
We welcome the short
and we welcome the tall

From the east or the west
or some place in between
Whether yellow or red
or a shade of mint green

The fickle, the faint,
the fun...

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Three pea pods on the vine
Odd wee bee walks entwine
Twitch, squish it is bewitched
Which three peas snap a wish

Fly lights on the pod 
Sniffle the pea bloom awed
Fly sees three, jumps so pleased
Flip, flip, flip twitches its wings

Bird spied the bee and fly
Swoop down, down,...

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It’s now crystal clear… I need not be told
I am falling for a Sri Lankan sweet pea. I can’t hold
My feelings… she’s a darling dame, a beauty to behold
She’s got a guy, but to me she’s more than gains and gold

How I wish I could...

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Your wispy hair that frames your face
Your smile so divine;
Those sparkling eyes, that hearty laugh
I can’t believe you’re mine.

One deep dimple on your cheek
The sweetest sounding voice;
My best friend, my little girl
You make my heart rejoice.

I want to hold you all the time
And whisper in...

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I have an old dog named Sweet Pea
More wily than sweet, you’d agree
Who runs the house?
Not me or my spouse 
No, our dog, Sweet Pea, the queen bee 



* For our little girl, Sweet Pea, after 15 years with us, she is a part of...

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Thick pea soup fog lingers in air
Coats the trees everywhere
Sun's presence covered behind clouds
The mood set is despair

Crickets chatter in surround sound
There must be hundreds now
Coating dark places under trees
Soon no man left to plow

The plague has hit a nation
One that says sin is fine
How...

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There once was a woman named Patty.
Who certainly was very chatty.
Told to be quiet.
Said she would try it.
But felt that they were being catty....

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“She’s let me down again Clare Cox” the ‘missus’ fumed about her wayward aid.
Now with the job to do upon her own. For other arrangements have been made.
“You’re helping me today” she pointed “And I don’t want any spiels”.
“Fair go” I replied, “I don’t know...

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I’m not a cook and rarely do
But when the weather’s cold,
I sometimes make a pot of soup;
It’s pretty good, I’m told.

A bag of split peas does the trick
With carrots and some dill.
Some hours on the stove and then
Ta-ta to winter’s chill.

It makes a hearty winter...

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Green peas and all kinds of beans
are split open to release their seeds,
like those peas in a green pod,
that mother cooked in a huge pot!


One of my dad's friends who wore a veteran's brooch, 
would shamelessly cheat to get a delicious split-pea soup;
mom didn't know...

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I’m put upon to ponder the problem of poetry
& thus, I proudly or, perhaps, perfunctorily,
Ponderously pronounce with a preponderance,
Even a plethora, of p’s:

Poetry is pithy, prankish and perky,
Pertinent and impertinent, too
It’s prophetic, pathetic, pragmatic and proud

Poetry pretends, preaches, points out,
Points to, and down, and under

Poetry’s...

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He has been bestowed with a poor pea brain
Being President can hardly to bare the strain
Does find things difficult to be detected
By brain which is like a loose connection.
(Also, flies off handle and is a loose cannon.)

Trump's interests may contain much conflict
And off a lot...

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Pea Soup
A lot of party people have perfect bowels. 
What would it take to totally kaput Nork's military machine? 
Same ferocity in battle as that one bollock corporal’s? 
All along the periphery, East v West, their games of cat and mouse, thrust and parry continued....

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One two three pea leap. Wow. A slip knot is neither a sleep nor a striped strap. But stealing from an arsenal area is not a wonderful idea is it really? Well come on....is it? Best keep quiet then and sip on a buttercup ball....

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