Long Tomato plant Poems

I am house shopping
with the required Buyer's Agent,
also a fairly tolerant friend of mine.

She likes to drive
although not gifted with any sense of direction,
until we hurriedly arrive,
then she beelines into the ubiquitously requisite lock box
as...

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THEY TRIED TO INCREASE THE LEVEL OF PRODUCTIVITY
THEY WANTED TO OUT PERFORM EACH NEW WAY OF DOING
THINGS
THEY SOUGHT REMEDY USING MACHINES, ROBOTS, HOVERCRAFTS
AND EVEN A TRACTOR THAT CARRIED A STAGE.
THE MAN WAS MADDENED BY HIS...

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Solanum
	
	Dangerous and beautiful, 
	tasty and deadly, 
	nature’s guessing games... 
	
	When I was a child 
	my mother told me that 
	her parents and other wise adults 
	warned her never to eat tomatoes.
	After all, it was well...

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Clear sand colored sunrise
Against gray sky blue skies
What can I learn from this
Green trees are just black shilouettes


Each species a different shape
They just stand and feed
From the nutrients provided
Drawing carbon dioxide and release

Oxygen on which...

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I’ve a garden full of uninvited guests; time to weed.

Tobacco worm, on my tomato plant, don’t spit at me; 
you were not invited to partake of my produce!

Mr. Milkweed, why do you love my yard?...

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Swaying in the breeze
a tomato plant, stands
Around the plant, 
smile the rose plants
Buds developed on both  
soon the flowers bloomed

Dazzling yellow rose
unfurled the fragrance
engrossed bees and flies
twined its stem
to greet its friend
branch shaken friendly
with...

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I’ve been thinking about an old saying that my mother was so fond of. “You’ll reap what you sow.” Now back when I was an itty-bitty tyke, I always wondered why she would say such...

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Late August and the hot air drifts over the lake
the sky glowers striking a contrast black to gray
soon, very soon, the lake with be thundered awake
and the heat mirage with dissolve in disarray.

The last of...

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TOMATO CHASE

Now....
Out of season
They're reddish
Uniform in size & shape
Firm
And flavorless

In season
They're RED
All sizes and shapes
Firm, soft, some just right
And flavorful

Yesteryears
They were magic
Like the transformation of a caterpiller
The little yellow flower
Gives way to the tiny green...

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Satan wants my leg
    The right one
He's been trying
    for years

First when as a child
    in Gonja Hospital
Butt injection smack
    in sciatic nerve

The...

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we've all done it
or we used to do it
nowadays we can feign 
sending messages

in touch-and-go back streets
in dodgy areas at night
in the office to appear 
being busy

to avoid babbling 
with a colleague
to avoid a bothersome
old...

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