Best Polk Poems

“Where I’m From”
I am from pliers
	from Tylenol and vanilla bean perfume.
I am from the budding rose bush,
	the aloe vera plant
	whose salve heals my burns.
I am...

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Here kitty, kitty. Come out and play
I have a new bow for you today
You tore the blue one out so quick
With angry paw…you seemed quite...

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                  ~~KAIROS~~


A rainy eve, soft tires pass us...

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Sugar coated
Polk-a-dotted
Love is all I need

From my head to my toes
All I need is some love

Wrapped in paper or
Different flavors
Love is all I need

Give it...

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~~Upon the banks of big piney slough,
   I recall a picnic with old blue,
   and my granddaughter at age two.
 ...

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Schools are closed, there is no mail
And stores hold special sales.
To honor our first president,
That’s what this day entails.

Though technically, our 16th prez
Is celebrated, too.
To...

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Molly’s Country Kitchen

~Polk stalks sliced, rolled in flour fried
   Refried Pinto beans
   Fresh Polk leaves rolled in eggs fried
  ...

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A farmer's son was once tending to his mother's hens,
Collecting their eggs to sell,
At his family's road-side market stand when,
He found a purple egg with...

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A is for Adams, second and sixth presidents.
B is for two Bushes who were Whitehouse residents.

C is for Clinton, forty-second president of nation.
D is for...

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Walking on a windy day ,in San Francisco,  
I suddenly felt a hanger around my feet.
I looked down and no kidding, there were
my red underpants...

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I once was a beautiful lass
	who captured every young man’s fancy
A nymph of the high Southern class
	who practiced a belle’s necromancy.

They worshipped my haughty fine...

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This is my fairy tale of a boy who I love,
and who I am with we are in the same house,
I am in love with...

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As the polk- salad grows in the blueberries 
And the song birds entertain the morn's sun
The crows' lookout songs resounds quite merry
Poet's thoughts reach out...

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because it  burns  you
you don't like the sun
and the shadow doesn't buy a story,
It knows its edges and the milky ways,
attached to a...

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Christmas isn't always as good as they say
One year it was too warm to be white
I had a cold that lasted 3 days
and my sister...

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