Holy nutrient-depleted soil, Batman
There’s nothing in our garden
From the skies, no rain, no clouds
We must seek Nature’s pardon
What did we do wrong, Batman
What did we do right, Robin
It seems we’ve worn out land and sea
from lowest depth to highest tree
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-------------Agamemnon-at Aulis------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------By:Epicurus C-----------------------------------------------------------------------"I owe her nothing as she is seen now as vile!" Written by: Epicurus Citium--------------------
Dusk dips, game over.
Hide and seek. Kick ball.
That Slip n’ Slide hurt,
wipeouts were worth it.
Beat the streetlights home.
All day outside,
who needed food?
Nutrient rich,
the old hose worked.
Hydration,
pass it left
share a sip.
Look back,
we were
gold.
Fresh cream dory with salmon glows
Immersed in spicy nutrient-flows
Stays savory as olive oil shows
Healthy viand against lard-caused woes...
Flavored fishes in scrambled egg delight
Ignite appetite marked by red and green pepper sight
Letting shredded carrot as well as squash to shine bright
Leaving mushroom soup aroma that lingers aright
Enhanced through sweet and sour sauce-sprite
Thankful* for God's blessings midst festive dining flight.
*Ephesians 5:20 Giving thanks always for all things unto God and the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.
March 15, 2026
1st place, "Time for Dinner: An Entree Acrostic Challenge" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich; judged on 3/22/2026
Vineyard discovery
Winery cellar somewhere in Pennsylvania
It was an Escorted Tour by Defuncted BISS TOURS
We tasted several wines
The alcoholic Apple Pie wine caught my attention
The blend of ingredient
No nutrient
Senses of aroma opened and taste
I am no wine drinker
I was intrigued in the Apple Pie wine
It was genuine
No bake nor oven
Quality at its best
From the very first sip
That was my tip
Brought a bottle of the Apple Pie wine to take home
Remember and always will of that wine
Didn’t get drunk
First time hearing of Apple Pie wine
Compelling name
No shame
Only the taste taking aim
Go squeeze
lemons and limes,
taste the torrential tart.
Let your knees buckle beneath you,
swiftly.
Pucker your lips perfect the twist,
the tangy 'Oh' fills you
nutrient rich
straight 'C'.
"Food is our common ground, a universal experience." - James Beard
Spice-sweet-sour-salt-starch-blended
dumplings, like dim sum...
Fish, meat, or greeneries filled
enzyme-fiber-mixed
nutrient cuisines...
They thrill my
tongue...
Pit
in my
stomach churns.
You always fress,
leaving me broken.
Your black heart consumes me
then spits me back up in chunks.
A meal that’s so nutrient dense,
never leaving room for rich desserts.
I am that feast you just cannot digest.
“Dead leaves do not cease to exist. They live in another form, may be as nutrient to quicken another life. That way, every death is a doorway to another life”. ~ By Poet
Last leaves of the ancient maple, yellowed and frayed,
Fluttering and dancing silently in mellowed stillness,
Nose dived into the burnt sienna ground below,
To become fodder for the saplings of spring.
A houseplant is one of the saddest things I've ever seen.
Loosely rooted in a glazed bowl of nutrient-depleted soil.
Every third day or so, fed plastic cups of fluoridated water.
Enduring nicotine puffs, secondhand sun, forever stunted.
A withering witness to squabbles and suffering.
Violent deeds and sudden ugliness of human beings.
Praying for sunshine- force-fed shadows.
Wishing for a fairy on a breeze
but whiffing only shiny linoleum
bargain coffee and bacon grease.
A houseplant is one of the saddest things I've ever seen.
Love is the best fruit,
the best nutrient.!
Hate is rotten fruit,
spoiled food...
He who chooses to hate
is not making the right choice
sits at the wrong table...!
Healing your mind and soul requires personal distance
from a world that does not provide a nutrient of peace
Sit quietly by the waterfall and entrench yourself in it
take the journey of self, allow your thoughts to blossom
beneath God's parapet, lies the resurgence of still life
Healing your body is an aftermath of wholesome assembly
drink from the waters of obsolete and be that empty vessel
that holds space with everything and everyone, ...
Do not move nor speak, just breathe and be immortal
inside this magic hour you will find, the breath of life
Extinguish the embers of your burning fire, take time
to sift through your feelings, allow them to take flight
Permit the dusk to settle and allow the dawn to rise
for they were both created for tomorrows afterglow
heal your mind, soul & body, remain in the flow..
Dried now and so
Lifeless and frail
Cut flowers shortened
Life to no avail
Thrown in a heap
Todays’ compost
Raise your glass
To the living
One last toast
I prefer the potted
Plant of green
Filtering the air
Toxins not seen
And a longer life
It will have
Than its cousins
The cut flowers
Vased in water
Life drained in
Just a few hours
Planted in soil
With worms in the roots
Plants of green outlast
Given nutrient boosts
Trusting for me has always equaled pain and dysfunction. When things become out of my control, the feelings of non-erotica play tug o way with me as a whole. Needing internal stimulation to produce external growth. I have to repot my soul's bulb in positive nutrient filled soil. The environment needs to be just right, enough open space for the light to shine so my fruits of labor can ripen bright. Attaining the level of comfort within my parts, enough to remove the need to exercise manipulation as an art. Exhausting all wants to comfort every lonely heart. I’m ready to sprout and lengthen my roots with worth and healing and when undug, they can be found. I’ve come to realize I am tired of surviving; I want to live life now. I want to give without being taken advantage of. Learning to rely on my HPs guidance, practice trusting trustworthy people because yes those still can be found. I Acknowledge I am not in control and that is ok. How can a flower bloom if its vision is blurred by someone else’s gloomy day? I need to just stay in my pot and enjoy the sun rays, I am a precious being and I deserve good days.
1. Earth
The designated household steward
Formidable, resourceful, and replenishable
Overseer of life advancement
Protector of the realm
2. Air
The dynamic life giver
Atmospheric regulator and ventilator
Breathable qualities regenerative properties
Possessor of the realm
3. Water
The paramount mundane neccesitator
Aquatic shapeshifter's topographical improvements
Liquefied nutrient entities' sustainabilities
Provider of the realm
4. Fire
The maintenance of creation
Foundational builder massive molding
Keeper of the Flame
Prudential of the realm
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