Best Tomato Poems
Tomatoes are amazing things, so tasty-good to eat,
they have a secret juice inside that really can't be beat.
Eating one will make you strong and help you with your grades,
and just for having tasted one, success will come in spades.
They help you solve encrypted notes and make you grow in size,
they out-perform a carrot in perfecting both your eyes.
Some folks say without surprise they help you with your sleep,
a religious man told me once they help your soul to keep.
Once a guy fell from a plane without a chute or line,
he ate a ripe tomato, and they say he turned out fine.
Another person, I just heard, crashed in his turbo coup,
he didn't have a scratch and credits fresh tomato soup.
So let this be a lesson, for the times you must decide,
and take that firm tomato to your mouth and open wide.
Decisions-decisions
Do you take a job where it's always womb-warm
working for dirty broken pennies
or poke around in the wind and cold
for a taste of that sweet northern gold.
Do you marry that stable ice box
or the rock sucking vagabond...
To take the shortcut through the war zone
or go around the world just to get back home.
Do you turn the other cheek for eternity
or bash them in the skull and set yourself free,
do you slowly yellow away
or slit your wrist on a whim and call it a day.
Decisions-decisions
Thought to first originate in Peru,
It’s a true tomato fact,
oval or round, and juicy too
from beefsteak to compact.
Tomato! be you red or green,
nutritionally you are boss,
whether topping a salad like a queen
or at the heart of pasta sauce.
Without you, ketchup would be taboo,
saucy salsa you wouldn’t see
marinara, we’d have to do without,
you’re the soul of the BLT.
Cousin to the eggplant,
you grow on vines above,
in France they honor you by name,
known as the “apple of love”,
So Hooray for you sweet,seedy fruit
let us all stop and pause,
to honor the rich ripe goodness you bring
with a hearty round of applause!
Life is a stage
We are the performers
Giving it our all
For some-success
Others-epic fail.
Mockery speaks as tomatoes fly
Covering those that failed
Yet instead of moaning
They wipe the juice off their faces.
When life gives you tomatoes
You wipe it off your face
And make a pizza out of it
It tastes delicious each time
You keep trying to perform your best.
MY BIG RED TOMATO
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
Stopped by a roadside stand last week
Just out of curiosity I thought I’d peek
At yellow corn and small red potatoes
But mesmerized by the big red tomatoes
Mouth was watering awaiting the taste
I’ll eat it all leaving nothing to waste
On to the kitchen and washing them off
I’ll wait a day or so to let them get soft
Well the time is here and they are ripe
Time to satisfy my gastronomical hype
Onto the table then a horizontal slice
A quarter inch thick my palate to entice
Fresh Italian bread cut at a slant and thin
Sandwich this good should be branded a sin
Bursting with juice and so fleshy and firm
Heavenly flavor my taste buds confirmed
It was that slight sprinkling of salt, I believe
That topped off the ecstatic result I achieved
I’m going back to that stand experience teaches
This time I’m opting for those big yellow peaches
Through my sweat and toil
I plant with hopes of bounty
Defeated by plight
seed of tomatoes
counting rain and sunny days
earth ~ wind and red fire
15.04 - 2018
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Stories from East,
Not News,
Tomato grows East,
Not fruit!
Fresh sweet tomato
Flavor bursting when I bite
Heriloom cherry red
Clear as the first ray of sunlight
Scattered, centered, full of light
I fell with a purpose and a need
Yearning for fertile ground
Like the first drop of rain
Into an open heart full of pain
The season of unrealized dreams
The floodgates to those bottled up streams
I fell into a green tomato
To plant the seed of fiesta
To nourish and to nurture
The life and love of every creature
The hope of a red heart
The sign of trust
Unripe, unseen, unsure
I fell for you to glow
Walked out on my sidewalk to the mailbox,
on top of the box was a pair of socks,
I said as I scratched my head,
"Who would leave such socks of red?"
Neighbor's wife replied, "Nude gardening rocks!"
Potato
potato;
Po ta toe---Pa ta tal
does it matter
gonna eat that in tha platter
Oh my God created all and everything
This I know, everything is in seasons;
wwanna be here for His return hoping I'm pleasing;
Winter, summer, fall and spring
Tomato, tomato, To mat to-Ta mat toe ooh!!
what's the matter
to much manna
better pick up that fork and eat that angel food cake boy
What does mere man know
can he shall he let the flowers grow
evil men killer by nature
picture this while slicing your potatoes
potato, potato, does it really matter
This I know everything the seasons
God's planted this planet for a reason
He shall watch His garden grow
bet you didn't know
Potato, tomato celery bell peppers golden honey cones
reach out and pick the spinach cause
this is the garden age of
Potato tomato
(cucumber_ _Huh!!)
praise
a piece of flesh
beautiful women
come from, die for
Aunties Tomato Greenhouse
Walk up to the greenhouse,
Step inside the door,
There's a forest of tomato plants,
Wander around, have a look and explore.
Look left, then look right,
Then at the ceiling to the floor,
Surrounded by tomato plants,
There is tomatoes galore!
How did Aunty grow them?
Was it with lots of kindness and love?
And a watering can,
Like rain from the sky above.
Or did the fairy godmother (Aunty Phil)
Wave her magic wand?
And sprinkle a little magic,
That made them so big and strong!
Now step outside the greenhouse,
Take a tomato or two,
They are tasty and delicious,
And also good for you!
1/8/23
little tomato
Last of the dying season
I love you most of all
In the absence of
Your fat brothers and
Blushing sisters
Though they were exalted
IN the suns decadent reasoning
They are gone
Lttle tomato
I love your hope
Clinging alone to the grey black
Final branches of a mothers love
I love your distorted imperfection
Never being and
Never tasting
You were never to be mine
You hold alone
In the too chill of nights frost
In the tall cold of New England
The young are fed the dying rat
and the great owl
disturbs the silence
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