Long Tubers Poems

Poet's Pre-Notes: A poem from my 8th week in a Stanford continuing education class offered on the internet, a study of free verse and structure. The poem writing technique is to write as unconsciously as...

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As a youngster he had dreamt of moving to a potato farm in Ireland

To escape from the brown rot of German post-world war II contamination

Just another plot on the map to sufficient existence and to...

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CHAPTER 6 (e, continued)

Though without communication 
Spoken in symbolic language 
Their gorilla hosts perceived it
And made ready for the parting
 
In a solemn mood of sadness
All the hominids assembled
In the clearing in the jungle 
Where they had repulsed the...

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Is the thought of Science a scary premise mixed with some progress and
 a whole lot regret, like oh that science, what will they think of next, or some
disgusting human made virulent virus that only...

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(An Abenaki Legend)


Prologue...


After the reptile people had been devoured by fire, ice and flood, Kloskurbeh the ever creating Spirit, sighed, and thought about the worlds he had made across the multiverse, how his breathe had...

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I arrived clothed in sheer veil
from whence I came I soon forgot
It’s a girl… they cheered!
I was surrounded by smiling faces of loved ones
waiting to unteach all I already knew.

My eyes opened to beauty
and my...

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Has your grandma told you how 
she queued to collect a cup of rice
at the campaign ground?
Has your father narrated to you how he was paid to steal the ballot papers? 
Has you been told...

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I opened my heart 
Where lies my brook?
Where are thou my Raven?
Our land is in FAMINE
Almost like that of the Israelites
I cried with millions
Wept for an ailing nation
Tubers of yam makes us yawn
Tomatoes puts us...

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After our yacht was wrecked by the storm
I was washed up on a tropical island.
My two companions sadly had not made it
I found them both washed up and lifeless.
First priority was to bury the bodies
before...

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Second Quiz with even broader hints for blind poets

The Princess Anna stood
   arms half-akimbo
   at the scrawny edge of the receding bank
her Polonaise pollarded down
   to her exposed tarsus...

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We are lost cities finding reasons 
to join our broken aspirations together,
a lost elegies uprooting tubers of yam planted by our forebearers,
dreams seeking for home and abode to abide by in the nexus of classism.
We've...

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The hunger

Horrendous afternoon, breeze chose to be still
Dilapidated hut in the midst of the hill
Frail and fragile sat she at the threshold
Crying baby in lap about an year old
Both wrapped in rags covering their bony...

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UV rays soak into my skin,
                          browning it slightly
 ...

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From The Lost Book of Tuberlantis
(Translated from the Spudscrit by The Potato of Terror)


Retrieved Passage 1:
Prologue

Many leagues beneath the sea
where the flat-winged sloth skate flies
lie the million fossil eyes
of Tuberlantis: drowned city.

There tuber groovers, bright...

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Potato Mountain

I will arrive
an habitual escapee
from the rabbit warrens
of central planners

By ferreting north
in search of
breaks in the maze
rifts in the grid

I will follow
a stream beside
the climbing track
and yet higher

To a saddle below
the great ridge 
southward...

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The Wicker baskets

Rooster crackled, fresh new day!
Sun arose planting gentle kiss
on the Earth's fore-head....
A cottage in the woods stood elegant
Lilted the cool breeze outside so pleasant!
Woke her child this mother, filled with zest
A long embroidered...

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What lies beneath the nuptial necropolis?
Sun-glints of memory,
warm rays of kinder days,
tranquil as the soil-sleepers
before they broke the coffin confines
and howled free.
What lies beneath the crying cairns?

The pearling bones, bone-pearls
of scattered skulls and souls.
Draughts of...

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blame the society when a piece of meat is stolen
from your sinful pot of selfishness and greed
blame the society when your bread change
to a strange color from the one you made it
blame the society when...

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Two dollars a week!
Wow!
My 8-year-old self feels so happy!
Adding up my millions in my head, I
Fall asleep, dreaming of my mansion and swimming pool.

Fifty cents an hour!
Truly?
All I have to do is watch 6 children?
My...

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A litany of states have we been through
and countries if one counts the past.
From eras gone we came as people who
could turn the soil and make a life at last.
We sailed from bankrupt English mines
and...

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Summertime meals are delicious
sandwiches with sliced tomatoes
green beans cooked with new potatoes

Homegrown, healthy and nutritious
garden vegetables and fruits
a mixture of tubers and roots

Meals are often expeditious
hotdogs and burgers on the grill
homemade ice cream an added...

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I give my life to the wind; to
the fossils, the spirit, and the earth.
I leave my thoughts to the termites that
linger beneath the sod, to the falcon in the
firmament, and to the animals that mate...

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O dear palmyrah,
Native of my mother land,
Known as Katpaha Viruksha,
Celestial tree of my birth place
 
Highly respected in northern Sri Lanka,
Your majestic height makes you,
Tall among the palms, able to
Withstand drought and grow strong!
 
Throughout...

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The field had stood barren these last few years
waiting for the farmer who scratched his head
visualising crops with which he could plant
corn tall yellow gently rustling in the breeze

he mulled it over, potatoes might be...

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If my grandmother was a man,
She could have been the Goliath of the East
Her barns of yam could have been the largest
In the community with her tubers as tall as
The Iroko tree- the king tree...

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