Best Unfertile Poems

promises blooming like flowers in unfertile soil ~are seeds that can't take root...

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The First Fleet
by Robert (Bob) Moore

The 26th of January, is called Australia Day
that was when some 10 pound poms, decided they would stay
they had been, for about a week, at a place called Botany Bay
not much there, just sand and rock, and so they sailed...

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magnifica
      noblis
       so insigne&variegated
a mosaic 
           simplified
pleasing&lovely
compacta with everlasting
sweetness
     of heart shaped love

glowing flugens red umbels
of agape
before
   withering...

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I question my own interplay of psychology and political science.
Does this too facilely root analogy within ecology of climate health v pathology?

Intersections of sociology and psychology are at least academically commonplace.
I have a friend with a doctorate in something called social-psychology.
And, conjoining sociology with political...

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The Arsenic Sunset

Eden now knows what it meant
When corruption took flesh as a 
Serpent—
For all things alien
Narrow to a tendril
A twist of black sap
A rune of bloody syrup against tissue-paper tides
Winking crudely among the starved sluggish currents
Of emerald and sapphire
Like a clay-red foaming artery.
A root...

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I sit at christmas and want to feel as others
To have the chance if only
Seeing children with their loved ones
It makes my stomach turn as I cannot relate
I want to feel pregnancy
I want to cherish a child of my own
Feeling all this and feeling all...

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NORTH OF NOD

I ran into Eve last night and she’s just doing fine.
She lives north of Nod now out by the Cain county line.
She said she didn’t miss paradise and that she would rather be
bound to her decisions than in Eden fearful of a tree.

She...

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I was created in your image.  Manifested  in pleasure and delivered in unfertile 
ground. Plummeted to a world of half truths, constitutional tyranny and fear.  In my 
grasp I reached for your mighty roots that once held the soil so firm, but...

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Depression weighs heavy upon the posture of hope
Scarring demeanor carving arthritic oak
Agonised limbs decorate skies without bird
Emptiness the whisper that sings without word


Unfertile the thoughts sewn Neath a barren minds clay
Home grown the emptiness to harvest each day
No seasons differentiate the spring, summer, fall
Only winters...

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Sittin’ in th’ saddle. Gotta soon skedaddle.
School marm says she’ll tattle. Sheriff wants a battle.
Kissed her on the cheek jes’ to git a li’l peek 
at her widow’s peak ‘cause she’s purty an’ petite.

Gotta hankerin’ to git off ol’ Buck and sit
a spell afore I...

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Lessons Learned from the Tennessee Valley

Spoiled have we become!?
When you look back from whence, we have begun,
the provision of profit to our young,
that sheltered them from hard work, and supplied them with ample fun,
have we spoiled our generations to come, only to be left undone?

The...

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WHO SPEAK TO ME AS FREIND BEHIND THE BUSHES
THAT NEITHER RATTLES OR SHAKES
WHEN HE SPEAKS.
"ALL THE SRUBS OF THE GARDEN WISHES
THE HENS TO LAY EGGS THAT THE FOX 
MIGHT FEAST ON THEM" SAID THE VOICE
THAN I ASKED, DOES THE SHRUBS FEED THE
HENS OR DID THE...

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This tugging and pulling
must cease
I can’t meet the needs
of all beasts
nor chase after dreams
amid all of these screams
so please let me be
as I’m tethered
and bound
to this unfertile ground
and cannot escape
that black shaded sound
a shriveling, goose bump decree
of intent to take all that is me
to lay...

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Why the deep, dark valleys in my life,
Why the high peaks of heavenly rife,
Why the unfertile and fruitless leas,
Answer me, O Silence, answer me?

Must I live and die in netherworld,
Frozen in a paralyzed curl,
In search of light beyond dark of night,
Believing life is incessant strife?

The...

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Global warning
 The boy was climbing up a tree, his mother, from the kitchen window,
shouted, if you fall down and break a leg don´t come running to me.
They are opening up a super coal mine in Britain despite they know about
global warming.
It is only this...

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