Best Tubers Poems

Ailing in this unending simmering incineration,
Undulation and swelter of sun-violated wheat,
Gasping for air and sucking in heat...Vertiginous visions visit me
Under a stinging sky: days heat-glazed...

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Dad is out back,
speaking to his swedes and turnips.

He only grows tubers, root vegetables,
that I sullenly refuse to eat.

There is one flower
a Passionflower, 'Passiflora Incarnate'
that...

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In my window there are two beautiful orchids 
    They do best in east facing window with morning sun 
  ...

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Potato Mountain

I will arrive
an habitual escapee
from the rabbit warrens
of central planners

By ferreting north
in search of
breaks in the maze
rifts in the grid

I will follow
a stream beside
the...

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Poet's Pre-Notes: A poem from my 8th week in a Stanford continuing education class offered on the internet, a study of free verse and structure....

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Mother said of all the mid-summer flowers she loved best,
The common garden dahlia was clearly her favorite.
Every Spring she carefully hand-placed the sturdy tubers,
Tenderly caring...

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A litany of states have we been through
and countries if one counts the past.
From eras gone we came as people who
could turn the soil and...

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After our yacht was wrecked by the storm
I was washed up on a tropical island.
My two companions sadly had not made it
I found them both...

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As a youngster he had dreamt of moving to a potato farm in Ireland

To escape from the brown rot of German post-world war II contamination

Just...

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Second Quiz with even broader hints for blind poets

The Princess Anna stood
   arms half-akimbo
   at the scrawny edge of the receding...

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If my grandmother was a man,
She could have been the Goliath of the East
Her barns of yam could have been the largest
In the community with...

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When you eat chicken,you get chicken-pox.
When you play polo, you catch polio.
When you color,you catch cholera.
When you descend on people you catch dysentry.
When you like...

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Summertime meals are delicious
sandwiches with sliced tomatoes
green beans cooked with new potatoes

Homegrown, healthy and nutritious
garden vegetables and fruits
a mixture of tubers and roots

Meals are often...

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Still got hair, don't need a toupee
Even though my ancient body decays
Eat lots of tubers
A healthy old hooter
As I near the finale of my life...

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I opened my heart 
Where lies my brook?
Where are thou my Raven?
Our land is in FAMINE
Almost like that of the Israelites
I cried with millions
Wept for...

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