Mother raindrop
She didn’t want the lunch I prepared
said she was on a diet, unhappy with her body
she is half of a watermelon
to keep my company
I wish she hadn’t stopped talking about
her discontent
I tried to enjoy my lunch, cauliflowers with
Cheese sauce, celery sticks with Roquefort
I had gone vegetarian to please her
Later, on the terrace, tending to my rose bush
it needed compost
I saw a big rain falling like a shiny sapphire
hit the terrace, burst open, and gave
birth to a million smaller drops
I scooped them up and fed my rosebush
It blushed and produced marron roses
Categories:
cauliflowers, africa, age, best friend,
Form: Blank verse
I've heard that cantaloupes can't elope
It's against their moral code
And rhubarbs are NOT allowed to argue
Lettuce entertain you
I've heard that people sometimes turnip and pea
Not a very classy bunch I must say!
When you give somebody a raspberry it's very rude
Had another good one but it got squashed
Gourd won't let me make fun of his name
Grapes are not allowed to gripe
Bet you're not wild about figs... that figures
If you take a leek in a supermarket
Security will beet you on the melon
When the cashier picks up your fruit
It's okay to say, “that's a nice pear you have there”
If you give a horse a radish, they'll spit it back at you
I don't see what they've got to grape about
Okay that one was kinda corny
Cauliflowers are pretty in the spring
...beets me
Categories:
cauliflowers, confusion,
Form: Free verse
And I will always be
true to you
it's easy for me too do
simply cause I love you
Just because I love you
All things beautiful
you make smile
I wanna cuddle with
you for a while
we can stand around
just holding hands
when the music starts
we can dance
We got pot roast and
Cauliflowers
dinners done in an hour
guess it's time to
finish the chores
dust the lamp
wipe the floor
this right here
we can't ignore
this naggs me to the core
come and eat
it's supper time
Categories:
cauliflowers, music,
Form: Ballade
He still stands
in the back row
with the traditional misery.
His plants
always get his carbon dioxide.
But his hope
trapped in the collapsed price
suffocates.
Farm Aid Package orbits
over his life
like a malfunctioning satellite.
His debt thrives
among the dream debris.
The farmers’ dry voice flames
in the street.
He too
throws his produce.
His cauliflowers scatter
on the road
like the baton-charged protest.
Creative Writing Ink Competition (Ireland) winning poem.
First published in The Literary Hatchet (Pear Tree Press, US).
Categories:
cauliflowers, farm,
Form: Free verse
Standups can crack up audiences for hours
Especially when entering the stage without trousers
It wasn't intentional
Nor is it conventional
But surely the crowd won't throw cauliflowers
Categories:
cauliflowers, fun,
Form: Limerick
Trumpeting cauliflowers never blow eggs backwards onto a postal stamp. So never kick a cabbage to a kerb. Oh watch now. All drive safely. Harmonics in a queue are indestructible and indescribable too. Oh counting. Fun fun fun but not for an atom. They prefer to whizz around a jug. Or a used dish. Or a mop bucket. Take no acetic crow to a crown party. For feathers fly as the dresses are announced and who wishes to swim in thick tar or oil anyway. No a pointing stick says. That is quite right. And rights are righteous and righteousness is a right-angled visionary visualising rhombic robot. Dare to argue with GHQ? Or something that is said that is not paths? Tread light. Upon the grounds of carpets. Carpets carry carnivorous carnage. And a douchebag in a suit is neither a swimming whale nor a wallaby. Ok then. Good. Fantastic news for all who attend the operatic antics of the wardrobe sheaths.hahaha pickled melon meeting pickled lime. Hahaha leotard lion leapt. Hahaha swordfish sampling sailing seas. Xxxx Constantinople z. That was the p y q reporting in the afternoon from the aerial perspective of the debate about that apple pie. Z
Categories:
cauliflowers, allah, allegory, angel, anti
Form: I do not know?
I've heard that cantaloupes can't elope
It's against their moral code
And rhubarbs are NOT allowed to argue
I've heard that people sometimes turnip and pea
Not a very classy bunch I must say!
When you give somebody a raspberry it's very rude
Had another good one but it got squashed
Gourd won't let me make fun of his name
Grapes are not allowed to gripe
Bet you're not wild about figs... that figures
If you take a leek in a supermarket
Security will beet you on the melon
When the cashier picks up that yellow fruit
It's okay to say, “that's a nice pear you have there”
If you give a horseradish, they'll spit it back at you
I don't see what they've got to grape about
Okay that one was kinda corny
Cauliflowers are pretty in the spring
Lettuce entertain you
© Jack Ellison 2014
Categories:
cauliflowers, humorous,
Form: Narrative
THE SWAINS
Under cumulus clouds, grew cauliflowers.
He planted them with love because I adorn them when they were harvested to the table of healthy man, my husband; sons; and brothers.
All were vegetable farmers of California.
We woman loved cooking for them.
They say there never was a better meal than this one every time we cooked.
That was each day of the yield.
Spirits were high as hell.
The profits were insurmountable.
They increased each year.
The sunshine brightly and this eased our fears.
We became wealthy and retired well.
Our children went off into the world.
Both sons became Attorneys of Law.
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Penned on October 30, 2014!
Categories:
cauliflowers, appreciation, farm, good morning,
Form: Free verse
cauliflowers leaves
covering surround beauty
makes beauty of both
Categories:
cauliflowers, beauty, introspection, visionary,
Form: Haiku
once it so happened
potato was going to wed
with a lady's finger
invited band and singer
sweet potato came early
he was excited madly
then came the brinjal green
wrapped in the cloth with sheen
chief guests were cauliflowers
who came to blessed the lovers
party was orgainsed by ground
then came tomato red and round
everyone was enjoying tea
then their came a group of pea
they began playing all around
then came the ugly bitter
ground
carrot and radish came late
as they had to wash the plate
music was high and kinky
shocking entered zuchini
then came their enemy
with a union
at last made the blast
the wily onion
Categories:
cauliflowers, child
Form: Rhyme
THE PASSING TRAIN
Iam inside the fastest train,
This is not my very first time
Nor there is changes to define,
Same destination on my brain.
Once a green field now harvesting,
But I don't know the reapers song
Because Iam moving along,
The harvesters are jollying.
Staring at the passing houses,
Whether the same people staying
Those cows the same ones seen
grazing,
My memory minimises.
At one place a dirty black pond,
An oasis for cows and birds
The long legged white birds play
sports,
With the cows to show sign of bonds.
Cauliflowers forms a jungle,
Mango trees looks like broccolli
Dry terraced fields a moor broadly,
Corn hairs like king's mane in
shambles.
The round sun began to set in,
Slowly like a blazing fire
The western sky dance with desire,
I saw it from the moving train.
Watisungla Ao
27/03/2013
Categories:
cauliflowers, adventure
Form: Quatrain