Best Rooting Poems

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...

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My sister

For years I hoped my feet grew roots;
My toes would find themselves deep earthy rock...
My sister wrapped herself around my tiny loneliness,
Offering a permanent shell no oyster could provide.
My sister, my pearl, this lost heart shines.

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January 4, 2017

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Last Autumn we invested in a 0.5 acre
of Mother Earth's aria,
as sung to Thames River swell and tide,
New England new sprouting this our virgin spring wedding
with this home place,
space of grace.

My urgent first task, now largely complete,
was to partner with the trees and ornamentals,
in bodhisattva...

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"The Storyteller"

In childhood I listened to Grandma tell stories,
she would talk of family, past and not;
I watched her face and her expressions fascinated,
each word became etched in my mind, then
Grandma died-  now I tell the family stories.

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January 4, 2017

Poetry/Verse/Rooting for 8 to 5
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I am a child of Micronesia. Her ancient    
blood runs in my veins. I'm afar from 
her islands, I maybe enchanted with the world 
But I never ditched never forgotten my roots
My heart sings for her warmth and love 



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ROOTS

They came seeking a future not their own
carrying naught but memories too soon to fade
into the substance of a union of hearts.
In leaving left the spitting image of themselves
to gather up their memories lest they fade.

1/3/2017

submitted to – ROOTING FOR 8 TO 5 – Poetry...

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This raging toothache is driving me quite mad
I phone the dentist, in such terrible pain
Bad tooth must be extracted by the roots
They have a free space at two thirty
‘Tooth hurty’  - I laugh at the appointment time!

Contest Rooting for 8 to 5
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The beeches

Three queenly beeches on an English hill,
Tree spirits, sisters, who kept watch for centuries.
Root ridges cross and knit a wooden carpet;
Bare branches tangle, twist, and leave a mosaic,
Like stained glass windows, of pale April sky.


January 4, 2017
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Woman of Fertile Earth, come sing to me 

let these hands, feet explore your hidden wonder 

to submerge into dewy grounds rippling life's music,

of infant buds lisping tenderly among field's roots

as nature grants lush springtime its tuneful arrival.



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Underlying roots

My heart lays an empty field of snow
Desolate tree lines, lifeless in winter’s frigid grip
Vacuous stretches, a frozen wasteland of lost dreams
Gazing the distance towards a hopeful spring thaw
Praying the underlying roots of love have survived



1/4/17
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Roots


Buried deep and dark, roots promise worthy fruits

that feed and blossom from one common seed.

With solid branches multiplying thru so many years,

growing up and out from sound, established roots, 

our ancestral tree of generations makes its stand.


Sandra M. Haight

~4th Place~
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The Medallion



I have searched the Earth for Mankind's birth
Stumbled across some petrified wood in the southeast
Inside was a medallion carved with strange markings
An inscription that said, we came in peace

1/4/17
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Rooting for furry ball of fur 


He'll never forget the night the white pussy
fell onto his lap. So soft and playful.
With green cat eyes that followed his fingers.
He tickled her nose, feet, belly. She heated
to his touch, purring louder. She was his.

connie pachecho

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We mine the soils with our wooden picks
cutting slower than any human eye can see
digging for ancient minerals in pockets of water
to send above through a vascular cambium highway
we won't rest again until dormancy or death



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In the middle of a dense fog night
Imaginary roots were cut down by a lady
Escaping from mental dungeon that dragged in despair
Feeling like a bird that escaped from prison
Tasting the freedom sensed when burdens are thrown












For Rooting 8 To 5 Poetry Contest
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