Best Produce Poems

My new fridge has a tv in door
It starts flashing my pictures galore
“I’m not that fat…now stop”
Dumb fridge used Photoshop!
Now my knuckles are swollen and sore...

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Late night in the market, I see a father's son.

He tugs his daddy’s pants.  I hear him say,

"Daddy, look.  Look and see." (there’s no one there but me) 

I want to thank the boy that made this not-so-young gal's day

With "See the pretty...

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Hold up your cup of cheer, my friend!
I’ll hold your hand, and squeeze. You wince.
Your life - it’s not to save, but spend.
Work hard, its yield! Spice up with quince!

1/1/2017
Chastushka Poem

Quince – inedible raw but transforms into an aromatic and delicious treat, when cooked....

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Garden 
Green, healthy,
Planting, watering, weeding
Vegetables, flowers, seeds, husks,
Pulling, raking, feeding,
Dried, fully formed
Harvest...

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Sways painting upward with others
like brothers and sisters they are
more of a family grown close.

This time of year breeds strength of closeness
Skinless noiseless and breathless they move

Absent of belief in choice and sight
Unable to self feed sleep or walk 
Still together their bond won't self...

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fresh peppers and peas
popping up in the garden
my mouth pure water...

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Home grown produce is what I do the woman said.
I was not sure what that was, so I had to see for myself.
Her garden was the size of two football fields.
You do all of this yourself? I asked.

She loved that I thought it was a...

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The farmer produces
                           produce on his very
            ...

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|| to never produce 
 love  kills
  m y o w n t h o u g h t s
        and what did you 
   speak    ?   my love?
...

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To produce a baby on earth
cannot be  just a biological role
or a pleasurable human project
not a byproduct of sweet love

It is a role to bring up a human
someone with a mission on earth
to build or to bring happiness to all
One whom even birds will...

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Trump Produce Much Fear

Fire and fury will produce much fear,
In vicinity of hell or you may be near;
Remember of course;
Fury was a fine horse;
Be careful if Trump is a sloppy skier.

Jim Horn...

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“Bear good works’ fruits!” Thus is Christ’s demand
Attesting His gift of life so grandly precious.
We must stand upon His Word, biblically conscious
Dedicating ourselves to His mission-errand.  

“Increase your faith!”  Such asserts the Holy Ghost’s call
Prevailing above our vanities’ worthlessness.
Humbly, we now confess our...

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The
Pyramid
Of purple topped
Turnips takes me instantly
Into the memory of lifetime past
In which a brutal winter's cold caused
Such scarcity that purple-topped turnips were
All the children had to eat for breakfast lunch dinner.

Father cursed, Mother wept, Sister died, but the turnip winter showed no sympathy; nature does...

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Dont speak 
Just do
Because Im not going to be trapped 
Within those lies you produce 

Show me my worth
Don't tell me what I mean
Because you can lie about anything 
But when you do it means something 

So dont sweet talk me
And play with my heart
Because...

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Today
I made the grocery list
For delivery.
The breads, the turkey
  Slices, and ham, the lettuce 
For salad
  Which led to discussing tomatoes;
The yogurt, milk, cream; 
 peanut butter; tissues even,
But, oh confound!
I forgot cake!  
  How do I forgive myself that?

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(c) sally...

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