Long Vegetated Poems

Humus me? My vegetated chokes ingest!
(jokes all in jest)

Hard to believe, I orange in a lee
started life as barely visible speck!

Just in the course of healthy growing
season, this former minute nearly
microscopic entity developed into
quite pleasing...

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(Sung to the tune of Gilbert and Sullivan’s "The Duke of Plaza Toro," from The Gondoliers)
 
When all the land did take a stand
When bugs we all were fighting
He led the nation from behind
(He found...

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Remote to the walls of intelligence, a civilization is defined without a typographical position
Entrance to the society is marked with long, gargantuan red gateways that extend high
High as if touching Ursa Major’s feet, detailed with...

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Strips of pale silken scarf
On the soft crimson light
Spreading from land to sea
After the blackness of night
Amid sighing moonstone of seeded saturn
A crow is crowing to break up the pattern.

Kanya Kumari high monarch’s maid
High colour...

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Am I staying or leaving?
I don’t know
Am I coming or going,
which way do I go?
So many decisions
bombarding me every which way
Will I leave tomorrow,
or should I’d left yesterday?
	I’m caught in a conundrum,
	seeing Stevie Wonder inner...

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Prophetic year of the mushroom
Day one message: 
nuclear madness is on the bloom
Usher in the house of bedlam
into a R.S.V.P. underground shelter mansion,
settle into concrete bunker chairs 
for the half-shelf life walking dead
Winter black sky...

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Night stirred memories, once forgotten of the days 
I burnt in love when you consumed my days,
and I carried you like a queen in the palanquin of my thoughts!

without forethought, to elbow out the marauding...

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The last time I saw you alive you hugged me tight and said my name as we danced. We only moved a few steps but it felt like the music played until the DJ said...

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Start
Life is like a journey by train
It goes on unhindered by heat or rain
It halts at stations on the way
New people enter, others stay
Some reach their destination and alight
Others continue as a matter of right...

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NIGHT SCAR

Before thee have I bow
With a loyal heart in thy castle of love

Lower thy shoulder that I may lay behold 
Curve in, thy palm around my waist 

Teach thy subject how to plant emotions...

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Rainbow lips smiling shaped my joy
I heard birds of paradise singing
as she spoke
When she was asking me
for directions,
my thoughts got lost in translation

Such virgin beauty was foreign to me,
a battle-scarred heart
vegetated marching 
to the skin...

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THE RUN

There can be no silence
in a dark vegetated jungle
when you run to evade;
unseen trees and brush
mark by sound your route.

The run is but a slow walk
pressing through dense cover;
their run can be no faster
they...

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Come Back 2 God
VBS 2003

A Right Seed Sown,
Not Time,
Changes A Child's Boundaries.
By: Tom Wright
6/26/03

How oft is sacrificed the life of a child,
by unreflective boundaries or a belief.
Ensconced daily with stagnant thoughts,
many, absent of God's word...

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Upon this rusted hook, I've hung for years;
I can't recall when I last touched the ground.
The rust on me is creeping- oh, my fears-
I'll just be cast away and never found!

You see, right next to...

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Cancer Was the Match, 
That Set My Fields on Fire
Written: by Tom Wright
12/2/2014 

The path in life that I formerly pursued,
Whether aptly marked or vegetated trail;
Found most days all too frequently skewed,
So I sought God’s...

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Murmurs of the dust and bricks of the house of your dad called
Dialogues on the mystic ways of the kingdom enthralled
Food for your psychic power, from cosmic secrets you drew
Winds of words of your wisdom,...

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The Children
By: Tom Wright
5/31/03

How oft are the children sacrificed
for an unjust cause or belief.
From hunger, with swollen bellies,
they beg for morsels of relief.

Accounted as hostages to grating words
orated by another in haste.
While clay mores relegate...

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Ms. Farmer O my Springtime Garden Love Cherie

Oh, darling Cherie,
Your lips are like smelly flowers and cheese on a summer day;
You're like the most strong doctor of love to ever walk Dove Lane;
Your yummy butterfly...

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The Sacred Fruit

Sweet, tis sweet your spirit soul;
Heated is the color of your eyes;
Round is the passions squared path;
Sour is the vegetated wrath;

Bound by the goodness;
Sweet is your goodness;
Pleasure is the goodness;
That aura that surrounds...

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