Potash Poems - Poems about Potash

...Desiccated mice thus far do gnaw shreds of scant regret. Good and bad love, honey-dew in a salty brew. In my closet, pockets unpack pockets, bags billow under closed eyes, eulogies for the livi......Read the rest...

...STOOL MATTERS-- O' crap, whatz wuzz that~!! Oh, I stepped in and animal excrement, specially that of common domestic farm animals left in pasture used as fertilizer Solid matter dis......Read the rest...

......dead mice thus far do gnaw, splintered mirrors neck and rubber yet with scant regret. Ropes both for hanging and climbing, good grief, bad love, honey-do-dew in a salty brew. In my closet, p......Read the rest...

...From sunset Of the jamboree, I will be sitting here, O gracious! I will be churning fast, Two buckets of stark potash On my table, I will be straining my eyelids. My mouth is full, My eyes a......Read the rest...

...^she_ ^she_ had a love/hate relationship with food she only fed with her eyes, i was a sparkless firecracker and spoke English like i hated it. not the least bit compatible in any departm......Read the rest...

...Dear Budding Poet: Modern poetry is a sandbox for all who would build, smash, trash, shake up, and take up the art. Poetry is not writ, nor wrote, or written, but is hummed through the nose, and pla......Read the rest...

...Potash and compost, tomatoes and rose, Back in your greenhouse where everything grows. The gurgle of water, filling the can, To water my memories of holding your hand. Prize-winning carnations,......Read the rest...

...Mind soaked with thoughts Slow in the move soughts consume every peny of time Wondering around spill wine Turning the system of nerve slow down Like a furious anger overflow down What a fuss in......Read the rest...

...SPRING GARDEN PREPARATION (20150213) After the winter season But before the rains begin Catalogues of heirloom seeds Delivered just in time Earmarked and prioritized Farmer’s Almanac consulte......Read the rest...

...In between abandoned shapes, an evocation deadens the tongues. A ***** in you drives you to wilderness. Oversexed, the paws strike savagely on the necks of lambs. The candlesticks revert back to ......Read the rest...