Plant Food Poems

Vega

I come from the planet Vega
In the constellation Megadore
Every one of us eats plant food
There’s not a single carnivore.
To make our food taste better
And here the plot thickens
We use artificial flavouring
To make it taste like chicken.
Sometime for variety we even
Make it taste like fresh fish
Or even beef, ham or pork to
Add some variety to our dish.
I come from the planet Vega
Where our diet is complete 
But some of us just can’t resist
The tempting taste of meat. 
We only eat plants on Vega
Not like your awful carnivore 
But we need to enhance flavour
Because plants food’s such a bore

We Are Flowers of Life

You are a rose, with prickly words and thorny ways.
Your life is hardy like a mum and a bit dull like one too.
My cousin is an orchid, delicate and bristly, brittle.
One strong wind could end her.

My twin is a sunflower, bright yellow with a friendly face
Greeting everyone with positivity and warmth.
I am a hydrangea, ready to change color,
Angrily waiting for the right plant food again.

The Clearing

The way of man and the way of God:
the two are not the same.

For a man will see a forest,
and will create a clearing,
and hack out an existence,
denuding the land of life,
using the logs for his home,
tilling the ground to plant food,
and sit in front of his fire,
and eat his food,
and declare, “Life is good.”

But God will see a clearing,
and will invite the birds of the air
to cast their seeds where they may,
and invite the crawly things
to burrow and thrive,
and bring forth the rains for drink,
and the sunshine for warmth,
and declare, “It was very good already.”

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for the The Clearing Poetry Contest
sponsored by Craig Cornish
written on 02/10/23

About My Flowers

 
My flowers are gigantic, bright and healthy,
and people say "you have a green thumb;
I answer- not really it's the liquid plant food.
But, it is more than that because I talk to them,
caressing them and telling them they are beautiful;
I love them especially dripping of morning dew !

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August 20, 2021


Poetry/Light Verse/About My Flowers
Copyright Protected, ID 08-1382-366-20
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France

Written for the Standard contest, Bite Size Poem No. 18
sponsor, Line Gauthier, Judged 08/28/2021

Little Shop of Horrors - Suppertime

[Gershon recently likened (tongue in cheek) my line
‘My lunch is you’ to some classic movie lines. This
inspired verse one.
Jan recently described a dental dilemma which inspired
me to add a few more verses.]
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It isn’t ‘To be or not to be’
And it isn’t ‘Not a drop for me’
My favourite line I’ve ever heard 
Is from a film: fun but absurd
As said by a plant who just wants his tea
‘The guy sure looks like plant food to me’

The line is to Seymour who’s lacking in lovers 
His true love is Audrey: but she is another’s
He’s been promised riches and romance so sweet
So long as he provides some fresh human meat
It’s how the plant grows so what could he do
That blood craving plant is called Audrey... two

Along comes a dentist who’s mind is askew
His hobby is making things painful for you
His girl is the girl of our hero’s desire
he treats her so bad as to raise Seymour’s ire
Who turns to the plant and he has to agree
‘The guy sure looks like plant food to me’

Ourgood Health Is At Risk

Our Good Health is at Risk

One aspect of Global Warming is much too quiet.
It is the part that affects our diet.
The world relies on rice or wheat
And both are affected by summer heat.
The hot sun raises CO2 level lots.
This saps the nutrients from our food crops.
Scientists are not sure how
But they are working hard on it now
Zinc, iron, protein, and vitamins
Are under their microscope lens.
They must keep trying
Cause Millions would die for lack of iron. 
Thousands more would be low on zinc
Bringing diseases and life to the brink
30,000 children under five 
Sadly would not stay alive.
The loss of vitamin B in rice.
If missing would not be nice. 
Governments must reduce emissions
To maintain our plant food nutritions. 
If warming continues at the present rate
We must take action now or it will be too late.

The Advent of Spring

THE ADVENT OF SPRING

Daffodils and Buttercups blooming in profusion
Robins hopping frantically across the lawn
Searching for worms without intrusion
Trees budding and blooming -- Winter is gone

Ah, the joy of breaking out the tools
Beginning the garden projects 
Making sure to follow the rules
On each bag of plant food

Bulbs go here, shrubs go there
Tiny dwarf trees lying everywhere
Holes being dug for every plant
Crape Myrtles form a semi-circle

Lorapetalum make a great purple hedge
The grass on the driveway has a smooth edge
The sprinkler system is primed
The well will not run dry

I hope you get the idea 
That I love being a gardener
Making God's Creation a tribute
To His Blessings on me

Yes, it's time to do Spring gardening
No greater therapy to be found
Than watching what you planted
As they all begin to break ground

23 February 2019

For the contest sponsored by Tania Kitchin

I feel it should have received a higher score because it described the beauty of God's Creation which He designed for our pleasure.

Lick My Tears

i see you and the feelings come crashing in
i want your everything, tho ive never been
some say its just so, deep as skin
let my memory help me to the end

was it the body?
oh baby have me
lets go for happy
know we wouldnt have to
this is no hobby
even if you robbed me
oddly, take my heart
its the best plant food

someday, i will rain, down as ashes
if you ask this, while our love crashes
blessed be, id like to see, some feelings active
filling up a space measured in vastness

hold my hand, lick my tears, read my mind
face to face, i dare not look away
this my dear, im sensing, is hard to find
ones prey often turns into play

taste my kisses?
youre on my wishlist
i want a mistress
save me from the game
your touch is golden
blessing beholden
 my slogan
sacrifices lay on my name

I Am An African Farmer

I wear a toga bigger than the life I live
I know who I am so I scream aloud, clear
My name means unlimited abundance
Cultivating the earth is a blessed calling
Transcending generations even unborn 
For man, food must be, for life must be
I know who I am, a facilitator typified 

Learning in life has made man conquer forever 
My contemporaries smile, they chose to learn 
Like they sow, the more they keep reaping

My shepherds are led by their noses and stray
My portion varies wildly from existing branding
I reap with the pests and weeds and back ache
Years of manual tilling has tilted my pose
The sun has melted my swagger, resistance I am 
I have never seen tractors only hoes behold 
Monies for farms fund party rallies, orgies
Agricultural subsidies strictly for city men
No knowledge of chemicals and plant food

The human factor beats them all 
The little harvest must be shared to bear 
Streams of humans surviving on tiny bits
To share for us is tomorrow lived and beyond 
While the bourgeoisie wallow during filthy wealth  
These calloused hands they are bent to tear

Kiss of Sunshine

I am a grand yellow flower
Feeling so forlorn
Jack Frost just nipped me
Now I am bent and torn
My head is flopping over
No strength in my stem
Need a little bit of sun
To warm the chill within
What’s that I see above me
I am sure I saw the sun
Here I am, here I am, I shout
Kissing will be fun
I smile now as my head lifts
No longer bent that’s good
Been kissed by the sun all day
No longer need plant food
What is my name I am asking
Lifting my sun kissed head to you
I am the pride of Wales
A smiling daffodil that’s true.

Vibrations

Vibrations


Even when everything is calm
Sometimes I feel as if the Earth is talking
Signals, a tingling feeling  
An event is about to occur


Electric currents flow through my body
Some unseen, mysterious force
Feelings of impending danger
Coming from an intelligent mind


To plant food for the summer harvest
And hungry mouths everywhere to feed
Great love, strong bond; a kinship to this planet
Is not far beyond my reach



William Morrissey 12/04/12

Spring Beckons

I gaze at my winter worn garden
And long for the coming of spring.
I can see myself there
Breathing gulps of fresh air
As handfuls of plant food I fling.

The lilac's big buds will be bursting,
Their fragrance perfuming the air.
Sunshine will be warming
And small insects swarming,
Saluting a spring day so fair.

We still have February to deal with
Before March throws open the door
To bright days of pleasure
A springtime to treasure
And nesting birds singing once more. 

I sit by the fireside and plan for
The warm days of the coming spring.
Forget winter's vexations
In great expectations
Of joys the next season will bring.

Impatiens

Growing flowers is a family tradition
Each spring, I set out on a new expedition
Traveling from nursery to nursery to find
Multi-colored impatiens, no two of one kind

Although I become impatient planting in March
By June their blossoms flourish in a rainbow arch
Surrounding oak trees in a fertile, shady place
Impatience arrested, impatiens I embrace

Armed with plant food, I have nourished this vibrant crop
They bear seeds that take root, now their spread I can’t stop
A full spectrum of blooms brings esthetic pleasure
I view from my porch, feel blessed with nature’s treasure

From radiant flowers, I learn to be patient
Knowing rewards take time when growing impatiens


*For Constance's Beautiful Flower contest.  To see a display of impatiens, visit 
http://blogs2.startribune.com/blogimages/cribsheet/feg_impatiens.jpg

We Win

democrats, take a deep breath
thats the smell of victory
look over your shoulder
that's the past behind you
in front of you is the future
and it's a virgins birth
that you have to believe in
reach out and build a bridge
not a wall
plant food instead of weapons
build instead of destroy
believe instead of denigh
it's a shame that we have the 
question "why"
because without it we wouldn't
have the lie that started this whole mess

My Bonsai

dry and stiff,
still standing lifelessly on my coffee table,
pieces falling slowly below,
even in death the glow of my 19-inch TV comforts you,
even if I thought more chemical plant food would sustain you through my negligence.
"Plants need water!" my mom tried to say,
but I believed you looked fine,
pale green and vital.
My poor bonsai may not be living anymore,
but it will stay right where it is.
Standing gracefully next to my dead
aloe plant and the toenail clippers.

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