Compost, Anyone
Miracle Man
September 17, 2023
Most of what comes from congress is nonsense,
so their approval poll numbers they don’t dispense.
They couldn’t agree on the winds direction,
and both parties are masters at blame deflection.
In agreeing on a budget they’re always unsure,
so they create this mountain of cow manure.
Always without the use of a Heifer or Steer,
but they quickly testify to being sincere.
When archeologists dig up the bones,
it's not likely that any of them moans,
"Forgive me if I have you mis-gendered."
Apple trees are by their fruit remembered.
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H/T to An Apple Is Always an Apple by Milt Hankins
A poem, lovely as a compost pile,
One lingers, sifts the elements awhile.
At first unclear, not all is evident;
Sharp images emerge as time is spent.
Though pieces, separate, may cause chagrin,
When taken as a whole, beauty's within.
To mull, to stew, to tease suggestions out
Though time elapses, ere they take shape, sprout.
For oft, a new direction is deduced,
Organic thoughts are grown, notions produced.
A poem such as this is never spurned,
But contemplated often, gently turned.
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FIRST PLACE WINNER
For the "A poem lovely as a" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Margarita Lillico
Written 03/03/2022
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Brian Johnston
April 3, 2019
Poet’s Note:
I hope the reader will appreciate the fact that I do not claim that
the title is crap free!
Egg shells, potato peels,
Fruit scraps from meals,
Coffee grindings—
From this…food springs.
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