Composting Poems | Examples

The Dance of Death

I stand on leaves, dead
My toes entwine skeletal remains
of shells, bones, limbs and all stuff, dead.
I sleep on cotton sewn from cotton buds, dead.
My bed is hewn from trees sawn up, dead.
The air is full of smells and wafts
from the pile of composting debris, emanating from the dead.
There is no escape from 
the tug of entropy begging me
to join the dance of the dead,
and to be rendered down to dust, dead.
It beckons and pleads to claim my dust, 
to scatter it randomly disordered,
devoid of structure,
blowing in the wind, swirling up
into the nostrils and mouths of the living,
to join the dance, and prance til dead.

News Storm

News storm.

Have you heard the news?
For you will hear 
that our Lives are  in chaos 
throwing us into a 
spinning spiral of ever growing hysteria.
The headlines are shouting like larks in the morning.
Bleating their warning.
Spewing out their vomit.
Of fear and panic.
The virus is coming.
Thine eyes see, 
thine ears hear 
the agitated, 
animated urgent reports pouring out  at ever increasing speed. 
But
Ears are deaf to the dying, the silent screams, grasping for breath, 
Words never uttered, 
as we cook up the dinner. 
Pour a glass of wine.
Raise a beer to our lips
Death has always been waiting, 
along 
with the washing up, 
and the vacuuming,
Let’s fit that new kitchen, get that new sofa, 
buy that new car. 
whilst the world is burning.
The markets are turning
Buy new, buy now, must have,
Have it now.
No 
not on your nelly
 Me, 
myself, 
Living this life
I am planting new seeds
Composting those weeds. 
Creating art of a form
in this 
News storm. 

By Pskips

Holistic Therapies

Sacred EarthMother and Child,
bearer and born
to win together,
to not sin apart

No less true for elephants
and dolphins
and humans
and undemocratic sycophants
than owls
and solvent wolves.

Child rightbrain nonverbally born
to hear before seeing,
to internally feel
before externally touching,
to smell before tasting
sometimes win together,
sometimes sin apart.

For what purpose
MotherEarth and EarthMothers
but to deeply learn bilateral Winner,
prime composting compassionate health
equally codefining
ego/eco co-refining
co-acclimation,
Earth's perpetually regenerative celebration...

Green cultural opposite
of red fascist nihilistic
wealthy multicultural life denying
Sin/Sin
Lose/Lose nihilism,
climate change cynicism,
unhealthy womb denialism.

Legacy of the Green Monster

Legacy of the Green Monster
 
An odd green monster
 Resides within the corner 
  Of my kitchen sink –
Mouth open,
Stomach rumbling,
  		Whispering feed me – feed me now -
Ready to receive scraps of wilted salad,
 Spicy pie,
  		Pasta sauce and olive pits
   			With bits of Tuesday’s stew -
Not fretting when it’s musty perfume
 	 Mingles with strawberries
   		Past their prime –
Banana peels -
Or
Tattered leaves swept from the floor
 	Dragged in on furry paws;
No sweet smelling new mown hay;
The useless and expired
  	Now expelled from the monster’s grip,
A smorgasbord of the over ripe,
The underdone, 
  		The scorched and slightly singed 
Mingling – Maturing -
Ever ripening in 
A mountain growing by the house
To once again revive growth,
	With discarded apple cores
		And sweet potato peels - 
This pungent bisque spread on sleeping garden beds
When springtime wakes the earth
 From hibernation
Only to find tomato plants
Growing in the strangest places.

Contest - All About the Environment

Fortunes of My Tears

I see the future
in the constellation of my crystal tears
as you siphon the sparkle off what’s left of my joy.

Heavy is my heart where you spread your composting ego 
sacrificing my fire.

Your unwillingness
to ascend from darkness 
on wings of breath and light
is not lost on me..

as you strut your fan of peacock plumes
snuffing out any hope 
for my flickery flame.


Susan Ashley
July 19, 2018


~ Third Place ~
Contest: Any July 2018 Poem
Sponsor: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings


~ POTD ~
July 21, 2018

If We Had More Time

There was a time
not so very long ago
when clopping horses
and sighing sleighs
and paddle splashing canoes,
and then, later, trains
and electric streetcars
were the resounding heart
of multicultural transportation.

And local newspapers
with indigenous, 
perennially planted village editors
among ecoschooled
one-room patriarchal chiefs
competed only with local gossip
in barber shops
and beauty parlors
for communicating hearts,
listening among each democratic trusting,
sometimes mistrusting,
but rarely anti-trusting, other.

These were slower
and in some more nutritional 
ways more goodfaith experiential based
and less indoors extracted,
distracted from outdoor Earth voices
singing resonance,
preaching resilient multicultural climates
of and for co-redeeming health
as Original Intent
of Paradise WinWin Wealth.

There were these times
when horses and sleighs,
mules and oxen,
cattle and pigs,
camels and llamas,
and then, later, bird flight imaginations,
bikes
and ecoschools
and organic composting gardens, 
electric streetcars and trains
were the heart of multicultural
PositivEnergy communication.

Spring - For Contest

SPRING!!!!


I stepped in it this morning
soft squishy, tracked it into the house

SPRING!!!

Mud, ice crusted, glistening,
steamy, warming in the
mirage of early sun.

SPRING!!!

Aromatically composting
Autumn’s neglected harvest,

SPRING!!!!

Worms aerating the soil
playing tug-o-war
with early birds

SPRING!!!

Crocus and Jonquil
Opening Day

SPRING!!!

Hats and jackets
celebratory decorations
swaying in the breeze

SPRING!!!!

Princely kiss awakening
Sleeping Beauty



3/13/2016
submitted to – Spring – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Catie Lindsey

Repurposing Time's Investments

Karma, grace, incarnation, 
evolution, progress, enculturation,
pick whichever label fits for you,
are like composting souls and soils,
regenerating dispossessed stuff
within myself, society, Earth.

With compost we extract what we cooperatively invest,
both nature with my nurture,
through Ego's intent
and Earth's Logical polycultural nutrient-praxis.

Soil and humane nature's egosoul enrichment
as bicultural co-redemption
compost two layers
of one ecotherapeutic process;

Browns are decomposing Yin function
and Greens are resonant resolving Yang form.
Just-right balance cooperative water,
avoids dehydration and toxins,
and gently stir BiLateral Time 
daily CoPresent 
Endo/EctoSymbiotic 
Earth-(0)-Soul TransFormation.

I've become inordinately attached
to cooperative health-trends
of EgoMe without EcoWe
as one of my less-well-performing compost piles.

Even so, we keep stirring.

Composting Maryland Style

What do you do with road kill
Dispose of it you say
So how does one dispose of it
There is always the Maryland way
You see Maryland picks up road kill
To keep their roadsides clear
And turns it into compost
Mainly made of deer
Bodies are placed in wooden bins
Wood chips and horse poop piled on
Each week the bins are aerated
For the composting of deer and fawn
After three months it is ready
To be spread along the roadway
Helping to grow the grass and the plants
Until sometime around dusk one day
When the deer who are always hungry
Come by the roadside to eat
Along comes a passing auto
And the deer and the auto there meet
So there along the roadside
A deer dies in the weeds
Thus completing the cycle
Of road kill to compost to feeds

Below the Eyebrows,Windows

Beneath the eyebrows, windows.



When I was a child- fresh of life;
Seasons flew past my watching,
Mountains of newness grew before me-
-And I conquered Everest...

Ran like the wind,
Now;
Taken like an autumn leaf-
Weathered and ready for composting;

They give us mood, gesticulation;
Always moving, eyes are on us-
Tell me a story of your ways; what did you see?
Just now or many years ago.
Windows-
 
To earth, arriving home
Sitting on its clay- waiting
Watching-
Beneath the eyebrows,

Through windows fixed once,
So I could continue to see my view;
A way of life- real and lived in full.
These I will leave to watch over you,
My spirit and soul are my vision now.

Oleo of Poetry

glorious day calls
donning summer's broad-brimmed hat
for LOVE of sunshine

locate garden shoes
unworn since last november
garden work my FUN
laggard spring was late and cold
urgent..seeding must get done

dig them up and put them in
setting sets in ..seeding seeds
hoeing, raking, composting
POETRY alive


Won a 5th with this
By: Joyce Johnson for Linda's contest "Fun & Frolic"  (3 forms)

Earth

Dry leaves give back earth upon composting, richness and life to blossoms

Dormant roots covered protected, nurished and nestled beneath the earth

Green crocus blades sprout in a composting dead leaf cemetary; Earth.


A series of monoku...

Recycling

Beeches shed leaves galore
Leaf mould on the forest floor-
Composting bionomics
As winter melanges the mix

Racial Memories

tome in this orkney beachstead
Warm in the touch of rotting tip heat
splitskinning addies onto  top cook rock
smart eyes closed to stinking smoke
feet still wet from tidepool trapsets
Wondering when will weather break
tothers snore beneath the cook smoke
eagle dreams of summer soarings
when will I earn my right to salt
the cook rock's sate with addies left
splitem and fishwall the fire
t' gae doon sweet in morn
the gut sack's full to bait the pool
time t'wash and dream and drool


translation
at home in this Orkney beach stead
warmed by composting garbage and buried green cut grasses
cleaning fish to smoke
feet wet from tending tidal pool traps
wondering when the storm will end
while the rest sleep in the clearer below smoke
dreaming of summer eagles
looking  to gain tribe rights
the flat hot rock above the fire is full
gut the remainder and stack them
to cook around the fire
to taste good in the morning
the grass wove rock sack is full of guts
to rebait the pool trap
it's time to wash and dream of breakfast

Taproots

“Gooble-gobble-gooble-gobble…
We accept her, we accept her…
One of us, one of us…”

                --from the cult movie “Freaks”

It seeds from a single source, veining out,
making wrong turns, miscalculations
of earth and reticence.

Grandmother spoke to the television,
imagined they were talking
about her.

It runs in families.

Then a brother, now a daughter—
inane laughter screaming
down decades—dead
droning voices in heads.

It goes to the source, moles deep
into earth, small pale roots
worming away.

It runs in families,.
composting cores,
fleshy genitals
torquing stones, snapping
pink vessels
with crushing earth.

Gooble-gobble.

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