Long Mulching Poems

By Izunna Okafor



Oh ye the sun
Why have you been stubborn like son
Consistent in gazing at ground
Endlessly waxing around the town
The ground is as though as husk
But you never consider the gross of dust.

Why have you...

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Kids Stuff



Children will believe anything

In talking animals
And moons made of cheese
Fairy castles
With shinning knights
And magic doors
Secret gardens
Dwarfs and Trolls
Evil kings and Evil Queens
Snow White dreams
Arabian Princesses
Warlocks and Witches

Yes children will believe in anything

Mermaids and cities...

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This is my garden.

I recently discovered
the quiet allure 
of the forgotten art of gardening.

More than shoving seeds into soil,
More than impatiently waiting for seedlings and then greedily harvesting the fruit of one’s labour. 

More than...

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Fungi, fungus, funguses thousand fold,
eukaryotic life kingdom of yeast and mold.

Ancient legends and myths from many times,
beginnings and ends through mulching slimes.

Egyptians sensed the connection in fungi to gods,
only Pharaohs allowed to have them as...

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Into the woods she walks wearing a red
hooded plain woolen cape; moving cautiously
as she talks to herself to ease the dreaded
fear she wants to escape.

She hears the crunching of dry leaves mulching
under her feet. A...

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SPRING GARDEN PREPARATION (20150213)

After the winter season
But before the rains begin
Catalogues of heirloom seeds
Delivered just in time
Earmarked and prioritized
Farmer’s Almanac consulted
Given planting periods
Horoscopes included (but useless!)
Individual seed varieties ordered
Junk mail shredded and added to compost
K...

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The old year is gone
You say
Dead as leaf fallen
Under a barren tree
Dead
And still mulching roots
Of new growing
Things
Dead and still
Nurturing continuities 
A breast in the mouth
Of bitter hunger
No hand can remove

How is a thing gone
And yet...

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We took a tour of the farm this morning,
Thinking it would be a bore in early fall.
Watched them mulching strawberry beds,
And collecting the last of summer’s haul.

The greenhouse was full of exotic plants
From all over...

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The shade of a swizzle stick
Clank to a glass
Stirring of wet stuff
Cooling of gas

Pleasure from drinking
Washing it 'round
Gushing then gobbling
Drooling it down

Clunk; there's an ice cube
Frosted in vision
Sunken till risen
Expanding with fission

Spinning the cherry
In circles...

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THE PLUCKED AND WATERED FLOWER

Wondering lonely as a floating firmament,
Seeing a petal held up by the branch
Like a host of golden daffodils,
In the green pastures of nature
whistling sounds of peace
Besides the still lakes of serenity,
I...

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Seemingly, sudden,
Restful sleep all but over.

Wild tricolored Irises, vivid white, sun centered, Shasta Daisies,
And Cosmos of azures, fuchsias and buttery cups;
Babies breathing, eager to begin once again,
In order to forsake the bronze, soft textured crustiness...

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