Short Potted Poems

PERFECT POTTED Goat - A Haiku

baking wintertime
why a little, kind goat feeds
at the perfect pot

3/23/19...

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Petey Opussum, pirates pipe
Poached a persimmon
Presently.


Pickled persimmon, purple plums
Pauly opussum made potted Petey....

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a strawberry granita
mascarpone cream
whit chocolate marshmallow
potted shrimps and pies
green olive sourdoough
rose water
Tea ?...

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Paper crisp, dead brown, leaves
cluster between the straggly vines. 
The potted purple petunias valiantly
hold their final blooms, alive and regal
within death’s grip, refusing to surrender....

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Perhaps a magic beanstalk would appear! 
I grinned and potted up the seeds;
I'd raid the giant's castle, drink his beer...
but by the dawn, I'd grown more weeds.


for Carolyn's seeds contest...

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Potted Meat Sal,
Glued a Duckpond to Old Val,and in the winter, she collected Pearly Queens,
But instead of fish and carrots, she had parrots in her slippers,
And two miles of the M40 in her jeans....

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Whinny Winey on the track
The coluber bravoing at his back
The betor keen on his kale
Here goes the whistle
Spectators applauded Round the clock 
Whinny Winey to the finish line potted the betor's jack....

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The Scream
Fight pain
Lose game

Vampyr II 
Vein deep
Bond keep

The Brooch
Perfect
I wept

Potted Plant
Dank room
My tomb

Separation
I bleed
You leave...

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Multi-coloured whirlygigs
and dangling dvd mobiles
have a playful role
protecting my potted
young Blueberry bushes
from hungry for worm birds
digging up the plants
I might even add a baby monitor
making the sculpture
complete....

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Peter put up potted plants on paths  and patted himself
Pasted posters on pitted  parts where people paid to pee
Praised and panned , through  pleas and plans, pots and pans he banned
Pipped  at the post in poles  and piqued, he put it all on press....

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Amber alerts light up my phone;
tornado warnings jar the mind.
But lately from a source unknown:
a notice of another kind.

There's grave concern for potted meat;
I wonder if they'll stop and frisk.
It really has me curious:
what's up with spam, and what's the risk?...

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Be in no hurry, grow as you may, bending and turning whichever way.

Water I will, and water I must, water, until you bout, had enough.

Placed in the window facing the sun, to put on a show you're having fun.

As the day settles groomed for the night, grow as you may beneath the moon's light....

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I sat myself, by myself…..
Tired, tired of waiting.
Inside I sit like a potted cactus,
Gussied up for the pic.
Don’t know what possessed this dick.

The wide world’s outside
Ancestors pride, the mountains side,
the deserts dance;
yet, here I sit in cowboy? getup?

Like a potted cactus
Gussied up for the pic....

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Just chewing a FRESH tomato
from off my potted plant
babied it all winter long
mmmmmm tastey
in a trance

sucking my teeth
smacking my lips
getting every DE LI CI OUS morsel
the mayonnaise has graced the space
between the bready foursome!

Just chewing a RIPE tomato
grew all by myself
lickin’ all the juicy juice
off my salt fingered self!...

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Inspired by the painting: 
Potted Plant on the Window-Sill
By Edvard Munch 1882

I do not thrive
Yet I am here
Once nurtured
Now left to own devices
Viewer of the world as it passes by
I can choose to lean towards the sun
Or wither in the dank dark airless room
I cannot leave
But I can lean towards the sun
Ready to thrive
When I am noticed once again...

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Any poet to put in poem 
To my potted pot
A poem in a potter Plan
Affectionate in a pottery plate
Poetry in a pointer points
Poems in a pretty lines
Poems to be puranic in nature
Poems in planets patterns

To be put in a poetry Soup
Poem poetically in pot pottery

Any poet or poetess to lead me poetically.

®© 01/4/18. Abdul-Wakeel Abdur-Rasheed Junaid......

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I ran and jumped behind a potted plant, but you found me
I got away, but briefly, and was not discovered for almost six minutes.
But my breathing was too deep, and you heard, and conquered.
I keep peeling myself away, but you reeled me back, and swiftly.
I never before realized how hard it is to get away from ideas.
You have won now, so, what my dear, is my next step, pray tell?...

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warm spring day dipping toes in the cool creek I spot a geode; a large specimen, of crystals that I will clean  and admire as it rests between my favorite amethyst chunk and the twin crystal, on my mirrored tile,
next to the potted plants.


natures’ offspring
glitters in creek water
sunlight reflects


3-12-2022
A BRIAN STRAND FORMAL Poetry Contest
Brian Strand...

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One Sunflower’s Life

Please, oh, please
Don’t dig me
For I have just begun to grow.

“Did I hear a weed’s soft voice?
Did it bid me make a choice”?
My curious heart deemed it so.

Each day a tender stalk I nourished
Tiny wild ruffled leaves flourished;
Foot after foot they reached.

Turned toward the sun its golden face
Claims its oddly potted place,
Its veracity to teach.

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I stand, staring out
the French door windows,
admiring the new patio
I painstakingly built by hand.

Each brick, each tile 
laid with precision.

Every potted plant 
perfectly placed to
compliment the view
of the freshly pruned 
hedges that round
the curtilage.

My wife would have
truly appreciated the
artistry and detail

Perhaps her spirit
still can...

from her earthen bed
beneath the tiles....

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Water wheel running
cascading over slate rocks
the water pours fast
down the mini waterfall
into the large pond below.

Gold fish are thriving
nine fishes swim in this pond
from the gazebo
watching them dart in the pond 
chasing each other around.

Raspberry plants grow
along with my small garden
the potted flowers
sit high on my five foot deck
where they survey my back yard.




Phyllis Babcock
Sept 14 2011...

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These furrows, littered with bags,
Separate stalks
Bent over and inclined to suns of ambition – 
And escape.

These shoots grow relentlessly –
In spite of me.
These saplings break the ground 
And Send down roots
That anchor them in soils that are too
alkaline.

These ones, potted and clumped, shrubbed,
Must one day stand alone?
And sway in the wind
as the old trees do outside
Just beyond
This grid-like field
In an old decaying greenhouse?...

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Humbling foliage, sprinkled in a bed
A quiltlike pattern, reflecting heaven’s eiderdown,
In notes, like a musician playing out the ballad
Restoring hope in pieces - in precious leaves,
Stems resolving to color the heart in reprieve
Heterogeneous knowledge in the awing power of leaves and stems,
Plants who live to silence every darkness – hushing
Even the pain and fear, awakening inspirations so rich and dear

...

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Poverty Slop and
jowls of ground beef.

Saliva to corn
that's creamed to belief.

Mashed silk potatoes
spread over the tongue

sealing meat in
to covered and mung.

Tin pan the Shepherd.
A pie sitting heavy.

A feast for a King
and the bowels of a levy.

Full potted tummy.
A growling way down.

Back taste of kernels.
A hunger been drown.

Baked Shepherd's Pie
asleep in the oven.

Morning to eyes
like those of the sloven....

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A TWISTED WORD 
NOT BY MISTAKE
WILL SPLIT THE TONGUE
THAT IT FORSAKES…
WHAT WAS THE TRUTH
BECOMES THE LIE
THAT FEEDS THE NEED
TO ONES DEMISE…
THE DISHONEST CLAIM
SELF PRESERVATION
BUT IT’S FOSTERED BY
FALSE INSPIRATION
THEN LEFT TO GROW
LIKE POTTED WEEDS
CONSUMING MUCH MORE
THAN IT NEEDS…
AND THOSE WHO
ALWAYS HESITATE
WHEN TRUTH BE KNOWN
AND MAKE IT WAIT
OR DISGUISE IT AS
WHAT ANOTHER’S DONE
TO MAKE THEM FEEL
THAT THERE IS NONE…...

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