Best Turf Poems
There it was gazing up – radiant –
radiating kaleidoscope silver green;
sharp with life, ready and expectant.
Spreading its claim, pressing out the grass,
was a thistle born from last year's seed unseen.
From where had it blown here to outclass
the perennials of the turf? Its time
now come to arise from the meadow supreme,
preparing to host bug life full time.
Come July it will fuzz with purple
flowers as a crown for a victorious queen,
armed with many a prickled sepal.
Visited by suppliant insects
who set and array her seeds; a frothy scene
for finches' feast. Passing air extracts,
disperses the progeny abroad
to wherever to be ready, once more unseen
between the blades never overawed;
a tribute to the Creator Lord.
Expressing
digesting
protesting
frustratedly stifled.
Projecting
rejecting
infecting
frustratedly rifled.
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Posted six days ago, hope that counts :)
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Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi
THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!
X is the spot...or IS IT?
When the blood has run dried...is the K OVER?
The HIGHEST...the THINNEST...AIR...HERE...or OVER THERE?
WHY the CRIES and those ECHOES...or SHOULD I CARE?
A NAME...NEVER...EVER...TO BE...PUSHED OVER!
TRY as HARD AS YOU MAY...but WILL IT PAY?
Do you BOTTLE GREATNESS...or DOES IT JUST FLOW?
A SMILING HEART...makes MERRY...but a BITTER HEART...JUST POLLUTES!
IN THE END...a THANKFUL NATION...ALWAYS...SALUTES!
GREATNESS like HONEY...only...A FEW...EVER KNOW!
A WARRIOR'S HEART...BLEEDS...IT NEVER...SIMPLY DIES!
HIS LEGACY...is THEIR TURF...and ON THEIR TURF!
Honor and commitment...ARE THE PRESSES...AND YOURS!
IF you MUST...YOU...PLAY with the SCORES!
Till NEXT SEASON...FOR ME...it's SURF...or a DIFF'RENT TURF [golf]!
The turf is wet.
Tinny rap splashes out, booming and the players are bouncing
Like boxers, ready for the air-balls
That they cleanly tap and set on the ground
With the surfaces of their cleats.
The rap is crashing.
The rain is dripping
From a sky done raining,
Just feeling sorry for itself.
Number 21 runs on the field
With a ball between her feet.
Meeting a teammate she fakes,
Jumps over the ball
Landing, sliding, beside it.
She does this twice,
Bent with elevation,
Her ponytail swinging.
Halftime.
21 has seen every white line on the field up close by now.
If not for the clean turf
Her jersey would be dirty and covered in mud.
Still fighting,
Number 5 scores.
We scream for her.
21 goes down again.
Up again.
She is half-crouched,
So close to her defender she is almost leaning on her as the ball flies
21 jumps incredibly, legs bent, and viciously snaps her head
Sending the ball at a different angle.
And 5 scores again.
21 goes for the goal in the next minute,
One of many runs.
"One rule: Don't hold",
I hear in my mind.
She bolts, bent to it,
Jumping over legs.
Lightning.
Sticky defense,
No go.
And again,
She takes it and runs,
Maradonna,
Spinning, tapping.
So close to a wrong-colored leg,
Split second evasion.
The shot flies down the middle.
Her toe rips a spray of black rubber
From the turf.
Too high.
In exasperation
She bends over,
Head by knees.
And straightens up,
Watching the keeper punt the prize.
She explodes out of the crowded center again,
Leaping but watching
For options.
The ball is sent,
Is slid back to her,
And nothing has taken any heart out of her.
End of the stride,
Slide,
Shot!
Deflected.
Volleyed hopefully.
In.
Top of the net.
I am sent in, full of excitement.
I start to congratulate the replaced player,
But she's singing,
Teasing me encouragingly.
"Yeah 28,
It's your birthday..."
21 is leaving the field also.
High-fives.
(Always high-fives...)
"Hey. Hey. Go score a goal,
Okay?"
Just that simple.
How am I feeling today
Hang on let me check
All things being equal
I'm pretty good, by heck!
Woke up this morning
On the right side of the turf
Nothing can really drag me down
My days are filled with mirth
I'll try to pass some along
So my heart's not on overload
Gotta watch my dear old ticker
There's a danger it'll explode
Anyone who'd like to share my love
Can send a written request
To this Poetry Soup Jester guy
To accommodate, I'll do my best
Contrary to what you probably think
I don't have an unlimited supply
But have no fear, I've still got a bunch
To send you guys in reply
If the love I send you, my dearest friends
Happens to have a defective part
My service department is open till 10
To mend the broken heart!
© Jack Ellison 2013
The turf fires glow reduced to ash
A million years of bog history
As I watched the glowing embers
My mind took me back
To a nearly forgotten time
When the turf ruled the hearths
And cranes swung pans over its heat
Boiling the “spuds” and baking the bread
Keeping habs hot to warm cold bums
Now and then a new piece would be added
To keep the fire burning brightly
Ensuring our stew would be cooked to perfection
And ready to fill our bellies at the table
Spuds still in their jackets, slightly cracked
Revealing the white floury potato inside
Were tipped onto a plate on the table
The steam rising with the earthy smell of spuds
Freshly dug from the garden no more than an hour ago
Onto our side plates to peel
Then topped with butter to watch it melt
And flow like lava from a volcano
As dairy from animal meets vegetable
Our taste buds are treated to
A festival of flavours on a plate
Simply superb
How am I feeling today
Hang on let me check
All things being equal
I'm pretty good, by heck!
Woke up this morning
On the right side of the turf
Nothing can really drag me down
My days are filled with mirth
I'll try to pass some along
So my heart's not on overload
Gotta watch my dear old ticker
There's a danger it'll explode
Anyone who'd like to share my love
Can send a written request
To this Cosmo Jester guy
To accommodate, I'll do my best
Contrary to what you probably think
I don't have an unlimited supply
But have no fear, I've still got a bunch
To send you guys in reply
If the love I send you, my dearest friends
Happens to have a defective part
My service department is open till 10
To mend your broken heart!
Tic Tac Was A Wonderful Cat
And for That Reason, He Had A Special Mat
It Was A Special Place to Go
At the End of The Day When Tic Tac Felt Slow
But One Day When the Sun Was Done
Tic Tac Wanted A Place to Put His Bum
But the Dog in The House Was A Very Quiet Mouse
When He Was Walking Around
Looking to Sit Down
Well the Dog Was on Tic Tac's Spot
And Tic Tac Was Very Hot
So, He Started to Meow
Which Made the Dog Howl?
The Two Had A Fight
Showing Their Might
And in The End
Tic Tac Was Able to Defend
The Mat That Was Reserved for Tic Tac the Wonderful Cat
I went to the butchers to get me some fish
I asked for some haddock to bake in a dish
The butcher said, “Sir, if it’s fish that you’re after,
You’ve picked the wrong place and you couldn’t pick dafter.”
He said, “If you want fish you want the fishmonger,
I know cos I bought some fish when I was younger.”
To find the fishmonger did not take too long
In order to find it I followed the pong
I didn’t want fish bones to stick in my teeth
So went in and asked for a nice piece of beef
The man was abrupt, he was no politician
He said, “I’m no butcher, Sir… I’m an optician.”
Our family isn’t very big
But still, it’s kind of rare
When there’s a holiday and all
Can congregate somewhere.
It’s been a year since Henry’s birth
And though we’ve all united,
It’s never been where I reside
(Of course, they’ve been invited).
Until this weekend past, that is,
When Henry came to visit.
His parents and his aunt came, too,
And it was just exquisite!
I’ve waited for this big event
And hoped with all my might
That everything would smoothly flow
And all would be all right.
The weekend was a pure delight
For nothing can replace
The joy of having those you love
In your home’s warm embrace.
To share your hospitality
With those on whom you dote
Is sufficient cause to celebrate
In rhyme (like I just wrote!).
vegetation turf
I am just a blade of grass
cut me i will grow
greenery, green lawn
narrow leaves, growing wild sod
cultivated mead
grasslands blades of grass
lawns pasture, as a fodder crop.
field, pasture, meadow
sward, lea growing spring
grassland veld literary
vegetation turf
8/10/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
How am I feeling today?
Hang on let me check
All things being equal
Feeling pretty good, by heck!
Woke up this morning
On the right side of the turf
Nothing can really drag me down
Days are filled with mirth
I'll try to pass some along
My heart's still not on overload
But gotta watch for a signal in case
There's a danger I'll explode
Anyone who'd like to share my love
Can send me a written request
To this Happy Jack guy
To accommodate, I'll do my best
Contrary to what you probably think
I don't have an unlimited supply
But have no fear, I've still got plenty
To send you guys in reply
If the love I send you, my dear friends
Has any kind of defective part
My service department's open until 10 PM
To mend your broken heart!Center>
Beneath the Northern Skys
Life slowly floats with peace
Evilness lurks behind
unexpectedly.
Stench of Dew fills the air, followed by rain. Enough to move you in a place
thats built with bricks on soil that's quick. Inch by inch oozing back into
the earth because your on Gods Turf.
Each day we rise on the right side of the turf, it's a bonus
A whole lot depends on us, on us guys is the onus
No one else is to blame
In this lifelong game
It matters not that we dribble or ashamed of our slowness
hovering seagulls
beach-going lunchroom bullies
what's for dessert
©8/10/2018