one man's garden
is another man's grocer
don't touch the carrots!
can't have one without the other, opposites attract
Walking down a country road
I fell upon a baby bear talking with a hare.
They look like they were long time friends that didn't have a care.
How are you today said the baby bear standing up with his arms in the air.
I have a little problem today said the hare
But no one seems to care.
I can't seem to find where I put my carrots yesterday
I have looked everywhere even in the barn in the big stack of hay.
My carrots seem nowhere to be found.
My friend can you please help me track them down.
The two friends wandered off
In search of the carrots,
Along the way they found a trail that led them to a feret.
The ferret had a belly ache
You see he ate all of hare's carrots..
What a naughty feret
carrot muffins ready steady
eardrums cleaned of sore sounds
hymn going higher than flutes
crows listen rapt mute
Divinity appears in rain sheets on
roof, darkness lifts from the kloof
carrot muffins tray not hot
eating dreams before our time
making silly rhymes looking for dimes
hunger sensations dissolve into space
buttery carrot muffins ready steady
Divinity slides off roof, woof-woof
carrot muffins ready steady spicy
tribe garbles stories of past glories
polly put kettle on before muffins cold
tray is so g_y to begin day bold
carrot muffins not to be sold
sing the hymn before crows fly
carrot muffins tray not a hot bot
tea ready steady, scoff the muffins
remember to say thankyou to Divinity
opening front door to dance the floor
listening to high hymn with crows
singing for carrot muffin crumbs to bring
muffins ready steady carrots are good
tray not hot, my lovely rabbit or robot !
stuck in dark corner
newspapers unread, fridge leaks
beets rot in high heap
•
pots and pans unwashed
waiting for spring daisy dew
slowly make pickles
•
carrots kiss wet earth
feed blackbirds watching stale crusts
breeze blow blue bubbles
•
new rain equals life
smile at illusive spaces
catch falling acorns
•
Eating your leafy words
Is wise,
Not absurd,
Not a vitamin guise.
Sweet logorrhea of crimson carrots
And great golden potatoes
With blueberry beauties
Nibbling newborn walnuts.
Sage sachets invoke lucid lentils lore,
Rosy resonance forevermore.
The tastiest side salad awaits
With vanilla visions for all my mates.
I'm coherently linking leafy greens,
A poet's realm of vegetable things.
Linking lavender to raspberry resonance,
Merry mustard seeds, and petite pumpkins.
Starlit sunflower seeds are swirling
While the ivory cauliflower is boiling,
And raspberries on broomsticks baffle
The mischievous umber mushrooms.
Those who eat dinner with me
Will digest split pea poetry,
A discerning dinner with glee,
Filling our carefree cups with timeless tea.
Altho' it's not E=mc squared,
Albert was heard to theorise
when he declared,
"Carrots are relatively good for the eyes,
it's a fact
they'll make you see well and look good too,
I'm blinding you with science,
it's not hoodoo or a voodoo act."
He then asserted,
with a wicked grin,
"It only hurts when you put them in."
Carrots
Carrots could cure their boredom of
being in
the fridge by
giving rats bubble baths.
Settled in to eat the carrots.
Orange and very long.
They were Viking boats!
Sang a warrior's song.
Put lentils on the sides,
Brave warrior shields with green bean spears.
No one could hide.
Ready to land.
Floated across the gravy.
Mashed potatoes were near.
Landed in the fluff.
The monster stabbed them all.
Down the gullet they went.
Real quick!
Momma said, "Eat them all,
They will improve your eyes!"
Does that mean my eyes will glow?
Like the monster I have inside?
Pickles in tea
black beans with cheese
Surely no way to
a man's appetite please
Carrots in lard
cornbread that’s hard
Cantaloupe feathered
and tarred…
His fiancé looked nice
but she couldn’t boil rice
So he settled for a slice
of toast ~ freshly charred
Girl wearing lavender brought us carrots at the hutch.
We were appreciative, liked these orange things very much.
Stay and have some with us, suggested my cousin, Dutch.
Sorry, she said. I have to go get a car with a clutch.
Aren’t those old-fashioned? Asked my uncle Smutch.
Yes, but I like antiques, said the girl, I have an old-person’s touch.
Dutch thought it was funny, and laughed, and Smutch yelled “Dutch!”
He did not want the feelings hurt of girl who brought us carrots at the hutch.
Wishing some times
turns sunshine to rain
Tender falls the rain
as i speak your name
don't waste my time
tryna break my heart
you knew the outcome
from the very start
Love me Tender
Never wanna let me go
sappy love songs
Sh*t thought I let you knoiw
Aint wanting hurt
don't like bruised feelings
got look into who
and what I'm dealing with
Tender falls the rain
as i speak your name
tell you this means to me
Love and tender kiss
you sopossa be my Missus
Tell me what this is
since this involvest me
standing behind the curtain
rehersting your favorite script.
Tender falls the rain
siggin on suttlease
swaggin like you the mistress
betta get wiff me
love don't need much
collabration
Gal just do your thang
I need yo blessed assurance
Ask you let me have my way
Tender falls the rain
Baby love me Tender
Speak it when you speak
my name
Baby what's for dinner
we've had our hard times
you and i
Throught the good and bad time
some how
we got by
Now that your here with me
Baby let's stay together
say you love so
that you'll leave me never
tender Falls the rain
as I speak your name
I have eaten my last carrot
Munching it, I should say
A place between yellow and red
Like autumn
I saw a question
The difference
Between absolute and relative
Poverty
I have not eaten my last carrot
Shop around the corner
Open to 23:00
Money in the bank
Munching a carrot
Thinking on the difference
Between absolute and relative
Poverty
I have not eaten my last carrot
A lot left to eat before I die
“I have eaten my last carrot”
Not on my headstone
I look out, at the artificial turf
Yellow and red leaves on the mesh fence
A forgotten orange workout jacket
Somewhere between yellow and red
A fistful of carrots
Maybe the difference
Between absolute and relative
Poverty
A farmer met a wizard who was wearing odd regalia
The wizard gave him seed of magic carrots from Australia
You sow them just like normal but they all grow upside down
The leaves will grow like roots, the carrots stick out of the ground
The farmer dug and rotavated, levelled off the soil
He was super motivated, those seeds mustn’t spoil
He worked so hard, that shovel he was pushing and a shoving
When he was done his back was bad and now he’s good for nothing
Those magic carrots, upside down, all turned out to be beauties
But poor old farmer’s stuck indoors on lightweight household duties
He’s standing in the kitchen where he’s washing pans and pots
His wife is in the carrot field and smiling as she squats
The gleaners undirt
these profane candy morphs
as they sift through the fields
in springs and falls.
Apiaceous, mud beige
burrowed beasties, them
bow legged, cowboy pulps;
others with flipped birds
sprung up from their hairy
carrot fists, bronxing to the sun.
You would think they
would be tough, those
mutter udders, those gangsta roots,
but they slice nicely into sticks,
lunch box size, far sweeter
than the common orange of their ilk,
far sweeter than their own
shrubby beards would veil.
Perhaps it’s the extra time
under muck that honeys them up,
dirt balls matriculating,
steeped in their element.
On weekends at the soup kitchen,
late May through long past Labor Day,
we pack the sweet gleaned under-chips
into sack lunches with smoked ham hero’s
and Frito's downtown behind the Kroger
where a sunny civil riot takes
place on Saturdays, and everyone
shows up out of their bag
to pick up the sticks, hungry stomachs,
all blood color-red in the gut
all ready to sit their hells
down…and eat.
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