Best Tomatoes 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.
Five Tomatoes Away
Five tomatoes away
from devastation.
The bullies bully me.
They give big breaks to
corporations-While taking
unfair shares from citizens
and cutting down on
pensions and "Social Security".
I have no security!
The Arabs store on
the corner is
selling wine, beer and
cigarettes.
Sending their tax free
money home to
fight against our boys.
His taxes are
deferred, and when
time comes to pay
The business is now
switched into his cousin’s name.
One tomato is two dollars...
so I am five tomatoes away,
and I haven't had a salad today. I
am being raped, while they
are getting breaks.
I get reprimanded
severely, they are always
Shaking my tree.
I said "I have no money"
I am not living here tax free.
The levy goes
into effect on the
thirtieth day, so
I budget sparingly,
and have had no
salad today;
I am five tomatoes
away, from homelessness
and devastation;
I wish I had a break like the big
corporations
One day before
I leave this planet I hope to
find dignity.
And eat a Salad everyday
and live life healthily
never again
having to worry
about being
Five Tomatoes away.
Getting old around
here is horrible;
My senior years
unpleasant....
I paid my dues to the
I.R.S., now they
want another present.
I hope to survive
another day, while
they tax my pension;
And so, I pray....
let me eat
another salad, in spite
of being ....
Five Tomatoes Away!
So yes, I've had no tomatoes,
I've had no tomatoes today.!
The last of my tomatoes are in a basket
I keep in the corner of my kitchen shelf.
I can’t remember when I picked them
But there are much too many to eat myself.
All summer long the crop was good -
Each vine strained hard against its stake.
There was more than enough for just one man
With plenty left after what the wildlife would take.
I tended to each from seed to seedling,
And saw each mature to a full-fledged vine.
From little green spheres to red ripe tomatoes
I blushed with pride knowing these were mine.
Yet these remaining tomatoes are a curious sight,
In fact they are rather an ugly scene.
I think I have kept them much too long
Because they are once again turning green.
He
did not
Bar-be-que
Frank to hide death
Did??
"Fried Green Tomatoes"
Has a scene, where....star
Kathy Bates...is queen
Non-aggressive, quiet
Lady comes alive
Smashes car six
Times, before our
Eyes, To Wander
She loudly screams
When she says
I'm older
Insurance
Have more
Of...great
Scene
.
Sworn in on "Bible"
Preacher states Idgie_ Big John
Helped with Bar-be-que
Only that "Bible"
Was hollow on the inside
Held book "Moby Dick"
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Something has gone terribly wrong in my garden today,
My tomatoes are all growling at me with big teeth on display.
And when I investigated I got a big surprise,
‘Cause they were staring back at me with big round bulging eyes.
Then they started to come after me trying to get a taste,
So I had to move a little faster as I was picking up the paste.
I became quite concerned as I thought about my loss,
Afraid that I would be the one who ended up in the sauce.
I started to pull away from them in this deadly match up,
But only for a little while since they could easily catsup.
Then they crashed right through my door like it was made of balsa,
I backed them out with a carving knife and the threat of making salsa.
This is not what I had in mind when I planted a tomato vine,
It’s not right that my garden should pick on me to dine.
I don’t think that I’m out of line and my complaint is perfectly valid
After all no one should have to worry about being eaten by their salad.
Next year I think that I won’t waste my time planting killer tomatoes,
Instead I think I’ll use the space for a run of peaceful red potatoes.
It is late morning, and a string of washing is waving on the line
Clothes look like colorful flags flapping in the wind.
I'm watching her, as she captures and pokes a stray wisp of grey hair,
back into the braid she wears, knotted into a bun on the back of her head...
She's wearing those sturdy black shoes, those opaque cotton hose
and a corn-flowered blue dress of calico
She has a smile of satisfaction, and her eyes are as clear and blue as the sky
Summer sun is shining
...she walks to the garden, and begins to pick vegetables
Her flowered apron is folded into a hammock
and is overflowing with cucumbers, tomatoes, and bell peppers...
Quickly, into her mouth, she pops a warm cherry tomato....
straight from the vine,....a juicy, red marble
She picks two or three, along with a weed,
while I sit like a drone in, that old tire throne
that dangles and sways from the old Cottonwood tree...
"Try these, dear"...she says..."They are delicious....sweet as sugar on a Sunday morn"
She holds one out to me, and I taste this juicy morsel of goodness...
Before she goes inside, she clutches the apron closed ...
then with one hand reaches down
and gently pets the old hound, who sleeps in the shade
and somehow, the vision of her begins to fade,
As hard as I try.....it is fading....and then I hear the sound of an airplane overhead...
Suddenly, I am standing in my garden,
and the cherry tomatoes in my pail are shining in the sun
and juice is lingering in my mouth....sweet as sugar on a Sunday morn....
and I feel warm glow of satisfaction under the summer sun
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Yellow tomatoes
Gift from our gracious daughter
Juice running down chin
The moonbroch is quite pronounced tonight—rain can’t be far off. It will be good for the vegetable garden and save my back from having to cart water for a few days. Not too much rain, though, as the skins of the tomatoes would split; they are about to be harvested ...
in their prime
full and promising
under limpid sky
threadbare jumper
gathered close
my earth therapy
gently digging and tilling
future tomatoes
Sweet Transformation
Quick nice change has Tomato
From its green bulb shape
To yellow, then Orange look
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POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS LAM HSI
I am making my way to New York, NY, but I must first get referrals from law
firms in Honolulu, HI, and possibly, Los Angeles, CA.
A child's heart is either destined or not...and
Sometimes we are not at all sure. But what we
Are sure of is that the experiences of life, as well
As those who contribute to those young lives...
They do make a difference! And memories, they
Can be good or bad...or sometimes, in between!
And cherry tomatoes picked along the roadside,
As weeds...in small hands...well, they are simply
Too sweet!
--A sage amongst the grasses and weeds--
A TEASER (full poetic lyrics are not disclosed here)!!!
Two boys gathered hard green tomatoes
from their neighbors garden
This would be ammunition against
unsuspecting cars
We hid behind a stone wall
A brand new 1973 MG and Bam!
The passenger door had a Giant dent
We ran up a steep hill
changed our clothes
and walked calmly to the action
with a football as a prop
My father knew…
He was looking out the bathroom window
When everyone left
he whacked me hard
I hit the deck
I was 9
Mindless of Authority
Programming essential at birth
Many years have passed and the boy
now a man is still learning
That was the only time my father showed
me attention
I was just broken … that’s all
Still am
Elephant ears with a green glow.
Gives nature a magnificent show.
Please visit and stay down below.
One of my plants looks like a sweet bow.
Zinnias, marigolds, roses too.
Sharing their pretty. Each one brand new.
Daisies planted softly in the ground.
More beautiful garden rarely found.
Sunflower’s face so prettily round.
Tiny grasshopper providing sound.
My work is happy. Dirt therapy.
Flowers my main productivity.
Angels, faeries, dragonflies too.
Sit next to pasture where cows go moo.
I have no qualms about what to do.
I’ll also grow tomatoes for you.
Soil so dear; flowers and veggies love it here.