Long Cropping Poems
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Tripping, skipping, lipping Lee. I’ve got a wart hog, you’re on my knee!
Spiking, liking, biking me, I’m going to travel, far as you can see.
Hopping, bopping, cropping, key. Fits in a door knob, bigger than me.
Smacking, tracking, fracking, we. You are a he, I am a she.
Jumping, dumping, lumping, fee. Were you talking bad about me?
Laughing, cracking, graphing, gee. Did you understand how to flee?
Skinning, skipping, hopping, see. Where is that beautiful oak tree?
Leering, learning, licking, he. What kind of woman would I be?
Hunting, bunting, breathing, she. Bear hike cumberdash, knows Mr. Dee.
Shoving, loving, doving, bee. From unknown places, now here with thee.
Wondering, thundering, gee. Leave me now, go get some tea.
Jimmy, Whimmy, Limmy Lee. How much more fun can a rhyming poem be?
Revised: Jan 18, 2019 Contest: Rhyme Battle Xii
Sponsor: Juli-Michelle
What do you suppose a star eats for breakfast?
I have always thought that Cheerios make perfect sense
but then again, they must get the flickering just right
I hear a healthy heart is not ideal for bouts of irregular motion
At any rate a breakfast cereal would be in order
there is no shortage of milk in space
as any child could remind you that certain bovines
have a proclivity for hurdling the moon
Nevertheless the question stands
without reasonable means to ascertain an answer
Manages to stir the side of me that
clings to a line of poetry
debates the proper way to walk
listens to the protests of plants cropping up through the cracks in cement
And dares to wonder then
what stars might eat for lunch
Passion Fruit
The harvest is abundant it’s rewards grow plentiful
on my passion tree swinging in stormy feeling desire
Gardening and nurturing words cropping some branches
here and there trimming body and soul in water and rain
A book then and now making love in so many senses
adoring the moon seasons and beaches’ reaches embrace
Six strings on a fretboard bridging the voice of lyrics and
harmonious tunes so far from perfection and yet ever so near
Like with Van Aken’s graft there are so many facets of passion
but plants as good people need kind intentions and practice
My tree was not born with ready made feverish cravings
attached by virtue of paradisiac grapes straight into my mouth
But practice makes if not perfect imperfectly sufficient
and thus the ultimate yield is the passion for passion
17th November 2016
Massive heads dipping low to the ground,
teeth cropping every last blade of grass,
shaggy beasts that don’t hurry for anything,
the giants have no need to move fast.
I perched myself against the corral fence,
holding my four-year-old son in my arms,
he gazed, en rapt, by the lumbering beasts,
but still clung to me, fearful of harm.
Under a shade tree standing tall nearby
lazed a massive and long-horned male,
stretched without a care, chewing its cud,
swishing aimlessly at flies with his tail.
The big bull stared straight at the two of us,
for his posture I saw he had no fear,
he was the only bison truly safe,
they used him to breed cows every year.
Nearby those cows sat down in the dirt,
no need to move about in the hot sun,
but gangly caves with tawnier coats
trotted ’round-and-’round seeking some fun.
They were not the nicest smelling of beasts,
their coats matted with old straw and dust,
but you can get away with being filthy
when you’re two thousand pounds and built tough.
There are some other meat animals here,
far out back six big elk took their stance,
they’re tasty too, but to all nearby towns
this has always been The Bison Ranch.
Seeing our fill, we walked up to the store,
which sold the meat, and western-themed toys,
got a straw cowboy hat for my little guy,
and for me? A huge chunk of strip-loin…
We are eating steak tonight!
From visiting Seattle to seeing whales from the port side of a ship…
so many new experiences keep cropping up this trip…
We crossed the Puget Sound on a giant Ferry boat…
then drove across the Hood Canal on a bridge that was built to float.
As we drove out of Seattle, the tall pines and a host of new flowers
were a delight for us to see.
And, as planned, we reached Port Angeles too early to enter Air B & B.
So we drove into Olympic National Park…where it began to rain a smidge
but the mist and the foggy roads didn’t deter us from driving to Hurricane Ridge.
Which was great because once we arrived…just a little after midday…
the rain had stopped the fog had lifted and what we saw took our breath away
The sun peeking through the clouds…made the entire region glow
In the distance the Olympic Mountains made an appearance…their peaks speckled with snow.
Down below us in the grassy meadow…leisurely lounging we saw a family of deer
and soon after we arrived a woodchuck family appeared.
We took a walk on top of the ridge…there was a quiet solitude everywhere…
we saw patches of snow in June…as the smell of pine trees filled the air…
I don’t think I can find the words to express exactly what we were feeling…
the stunning, magnificent beauty nature was revealing.
Perhaps the best way to describe…exactly what I’m talking about
Is to tell you Deborah and I stood their speechless…
our mouths were open, ready to speak…but our words would not come out.
Next we visited the beauty of Lake Crescent surrounded by the Olympic peaks
And for the second time that day…we tried but could not speak.
As we pulled up to our tiny house that will be our home for the next two days
I was thinking how the beauty of this day…both fascinated and amazed….
And there is no better way to describe…the beauty we experienced today…
than to say not only did it take our breath…but all our words away.
My mind is always running like an overflowing faucet
Like a never ending bouncing ball that someone took and tossed it
Paid for with attention that I forgot how much it costed
As my mind will sometimes lose itself and I forget just where I lost it
A mind is that a beautiful place yet it can also be very scary
As those with sight to read the mind all readers be wary
Like the venom of a beautiful plant flaunting poison berries
Poison thoughts can rot the mind and the perspective that it carries
What would it be like to explore another mind
Is it like a whimsical circus from thoughts of different kinds
Or would it be a calming stream to help leave troubles behind
Perhaps reality is an illusion conjured from the thoughts we find
As my mind sits in mental slumber
I sit in a corner and sometimes wonder
How I allowed myself to be pulled under
By my own mental blunders
Still thoughts run like a marathon with no intent of stopping
Time would steal a moment's notice while seconds continue dropping
As time sheds into the past the present continues cropping
For time is neither round nor linear but explodes the moment popping
Times combustion blinds the mind stealing that which it most wants
Memories reflecting the past with the regret that serves to haunt
The present steals the frown from the past wearing a smile that taunts
Reminding thoughts that the confidence it bears comes from the pain it flaunts
In the past, when the present seemed to be facing a downward slope
As if the foot of reality lost its traction slipping on water and soap
When falling to an inverted sky reality extends a rope
Some may call the extension luck while others call it hope
Or maybe faith, hope and luck stem from the same fibers of thought
Like time catching us in the moment thinking it is time we have caught
Reminding us of something we don't know but ought
Control what you can control for time we can not
.... Human desire for adaptation, I foresee ....
- A solemn ongoing enthusiasm for -
Becoming parallel with those who dedicate themselves
to food provision, - farmers
My central aim would be to reform sturdily renewable
- Crops containing dense nutrients
Regulation of fruit and vegetable growing operations
will see a fair salary
Paid to all producers, incentivising streamlined practice
- Standardised soil reconstruction
Encourage diversity in properties' cropping. Guarantee income
Locate livestock adjacent, manure transferred
Transforms tired soil to jumping, a fast forward response
- Increased local area selling, less transport strain
Without genetic modification, tenacity of breed continues
Resilient stock would result
Chain reaction brings taste incentivised consumers
- Check research on nutrition / brain correlation
Two decades of subsidised farming will find resources
commited to defence can safely decrease
Satiated state of mind, transferred to our earthly vessels
- Societal health will skyrocket
Far from being Ruler of The World, I have previously worked
as a Sales Rep. for a rubbish collection company
- I came to understand two tonnes of vegetable scraps
leave each supermarket daily for landfill
10th August 2020
Written for Contest: If I Ruled The World
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Home
Cosmopolitan suburbs take shape
Form, not far from the metropolis
Streets bustle, enlist design, become cities
Drawn down the street, concrete solid
Buildings line up one by one
In the calm one structure at a time evolves
There on the outskirts of timid town
Rising from the dirt, from nothing
A flirt with creation on the street
Laid down on asphalt beds, no secrets
Familiar as a name not said, aligned
Not far from metropolitan streets
Enlisted are construction workers to create
Drawn down the road to concrete city
Blueprints sit pretty
There on the outskirts of town, worthy to build on
A home, a structure to call your own
Usual forms materialize with nature in layers
Seem to build themselves communities
Cropping up as large as life
Sometimes it is hard to find your way home
With so much going on
The road to success is always under construction
My house has a number above a wooden door
Such a detail can be useful to have to get inside
Steps lead the way on silent stones
When I go home, get in, my world slows down
Universe stops or shrinks in size, to be defined
There are many wooden skeletal chairs there
Fixated around a dining table when I arrive
Waiting for a holiday or family to come together
No prayers are said these days
It’s just a dining area, nothing else
A bed is hidden in another room
It keeps secrets but mostly it keeps sleep
Buried under pillows and quilts and sheets
Furniture remembers everything
The kitchen is the center of it all
It comes in reds and yellows with a sink and range
Fires from the stove ravage meats and vegetables
Such alterations make them manageable to eat
Ice cubes in the freezer trays stay there complacently
Waiting for someone’s drink, a friendly hand to warm them
Home has a shower down the hall
Cabinets full of towels and soap lie beneath the sink
Clean thoughts from wall to wall
TV turned up loud in the living room
To keep life serene and meek
An old phone in plastic black rings and rings out emptiness
Lies lazy on the antique table, stationary, waiting
Sits by the ancient sofa hugging floor
Listens for someone to answer the call
There is an echo running through the halls invisible
But no one picks up the receiver
No one is home
Only the ghost of a ringer
Tim Horton's and Starbucks are cropping up
On just about every corner
We've become a nation of coff-a-holics
My choice is obviously the former
Being Canadian and a hockey aficionado
One of the reasons for my choice
Tim Horton played for the Toronto Maple Leafs
In the 50s and 60s we rejoiced
He tragically died in an automobile accident
On a highway in February '74
Just before this great franchise took flight
And became a “one on every corner” goal
What a sad ending but his name will live on
Becoming part of Canada's culture
Was destined to become a very wealthy man
Until his very untimely departure
Tim Horton's and Starbucks are cropping up
On just about every corner
We've become a nation of coff-o-holics
My choice is obviously the former
Being Canadian and a hockey aficionado
One of the reasons for my choice
Tim Horton played for the Toronto Maple Leafs
In the 50s and 60s we rejoiced
He tragically died in an automobile accident
On a highway in February '74
Just before this great franchise took flight
And became a “one on every corner” goal
What a sad ending but his name will live on
Becoming part of Canada's culture
Was destined to become a very wealthy man
Until his very untimely departure