Short Radishes Poems
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baked beetroot in balsamic
carrots with cummin
sizzling prawns in mayonaise
lettuce and radishes
cold rasberryade
Olive oli
Press!
rascally raccoons
ruthlessly raid radishes
robbed rabbits resent
written and posted 2/28/2011 at 10:27 pacific Standard Time
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Came in 9th
turn off the news
get yourself outside to the garden
plant some radishes and carrots
get your hands dirty,
enjoy your dirt therapy
there is rarely anything more fun
than parading around in a garden
Bunny dreams up and down and all around
In technicolor, reds and pinks, no tans or brown.
Carrots, lettuce and radishes are dive bombing him.
He is excited to see it, loving his life, dreaming along on a whim.
crispy salad greens
topped with fresh red tomatoes
a colorful feast
slivers of carrots
taste buds are quick to waken
whispers of blue cheese
add some radishes
and strips of shaved honey ham
a marvelous lunch
Broccoli
Cauliflower
Kale too
I want meatloaf
What about you?
Cabbage
Radishes
Lettuce with dew
I want mashed potatoes
What about you?
Sweet peas
Green beans
Tomatoes, a few
I want cherry pie
What about you?
Wish I was handsome stead of a physical stud
With a body to die for, I'll let you guys be the judge
Good looks have advantages
But coz I eat many radishes
My complexion's glowing red so I'm switching to fudge
When all's said and done, there's more to be done and said
Like how's our dear Mary, hope her fungus hasn't spread
And what about poor Thelma
With her deviated antenna
And poor Nikita, fresh radishes growing on her head
Wish I was strikingly handsome, instead of a physical stud
With a body to die for, I'll let all you guys be the judge
Good looks have advantages
But because I eat many radishes
My complexion glows red so I must eat a lot of fudge... huh?
cucumber sandwiches
lettuce on the half leaf
rosy red radishes fresh from the ground!
Sounds scrumptious, says Peter.
Where are we dining?
His sisters giggle.
“Mr. McGregor’s Garden.
Peter rolls his eyes.
He has been fooled by Flopsy, Mopsy and Cottontail before.
FANTIC EDIBLES
APPLES
BAKED
COOKED
DUNK
EATEN
FIRST
GOOD
HAVING
I
JUICE
KANGAROOS
LEAVING
ME
NOW
ORANGES
PINEAPPLES
QUICKLY
RADISHES
STRAWBERRIES
TOASTED
UNDER
VENOM
WEATHERED
Xigua
Yuzu
Zucchini
8/4/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
she made radishes into roses
her watermelon becomes a basket
she is an Artesian
she cuts her sandwiches into figure eights
her mini cakes show rainbow colors when sliced
her bread loaves are shaped like animals
eating her food is an adventure
always a surprise or two
she puts peanut butter in pancakes
My women's a rump-roast
Potatoes her thighs
Ripe reddened carrots
for thinly sliced eyes
Onions for folly
that lobes ring on high
Radishes hatched up
for lovers to eye
Thin flowing gravy
for sexual roll
Brown oily colors
as taken for soul
Thoughts for a woman
as something to know
When crawling to get one
as Chef on the go
Caravan
You don’t pick radishes.
You pull radishes, bent over
Workin’ backwards, ten hours.
Rubber band ‘em by the dozen
Bushel full, boss pays eight bits.
Twenty bushel good day.
Band 99 cents at the Kroger.
Make it to America, land
Of opportunity. Walk for
Your children, pull for your
Grandchildren.
Copyright 2018 Paul M Thomson
I have heard that bunny has the flu, I said.
Shall we send her a card? Flowers? Take soup?
She is in her element, was the reply.
Her husband is waiting on her hand and foot.
Taking her fresh radishes, carrots and lettuce.
She is the queen of her bedroom.
Everyone is doting on her and loving her.
The flu was the best thing that has ever happened to her.
Dance, Ladies, dance!—
By the light of lanterns.
Let your red skirts swirl
Like the tops of carousels—
Candy-apple red.
Dance, Children, dance!
With your glowing adornments—
Rainbow blue and green—
Firefly green.
The scent of gardenias
Wafts from urban gardens—
Gardenias and radishes.
The night air breathes magic;
The block has been transformed.
Grazing in a garden two little rabbits go
about to compete against each other
Radishes, and lettuce, and carrots...which to choose
Dare not to make too much of a fuss, because they know the fox is around
Eyes glued to the beauty of the fox, and the danger as well
neither of them make a move, Ready to make a step, and select their choice,
as they see the fox leave
Form:
my stegosaurus lurks in the bushes
hiding from the neighbors, because he is shy
fearful of their ridicule and prying questions
trusting only me, which makes me feel terrific
I toss celery, tomatoes and radishes his way
he throws them in the air before he gulps them down
the neighbors do not question what I am doing
they are fearful of me, because I see what they cannot
Radishes, rondeaux, Renaissance and rose.
Rumpelstiltskin’s rear view is clouding my nose.
Furthermore, he’s hoarding the beautiful hose.
And I do not care for the color he’s chose.
Robust Rubenesque warrior woman lady queen,
I need to sneeze, and do not want to be mean.
Radishes, rondeaux, renaissance and rose.
Can you please stop stretching out my well bought clothes?
Mother Gaia, how beautifully you tend your garden of souls.
Uplifted and refreshed by your green plants and your earthiness.
I lie down in your soil and breathe in your fragrance for hours.
Other gardeners understand.
We lie in our beds, watching your magic arise from the ground.
Tiny green sprouts of marigolds, carrots, corn, peas, and radishes.
How excited and confident you help us to feel.
Mother Gaia, how beautifully you tend your garden of souls!
my telephone pal and I speak at each other daily
neither of us listens
but we know when to pause
and pretend
I speak of my garden
tomatoes, radishes, carrots, lettuce
she speaks of her granddaughter Gigi
pretty, perfect, smart, wise, wonderful Gigi
I will send you a photo she says
I get a photo of Gigi
She gets a photo of my garden
she yaps, I yap
Pausing at the right places
pretending we are listening.
both of us talking
no one listening
Hearken back unto a time
when the willow weeps o’er the riverside
where radishes and cabbage grow in a line
nearby rabbits hop away and hide
The women whisper amongst themselves
and bid you call upon the master
over the hill upon which sits a well
you will hear a chorus of sweet laughter
The mountain you sit upon is your castle
and from it sprang the seeds of a new nation.
the wind brushes you against a thistle
what do you feel stirring inside? It is creation.
Butterfly princess landed in the garden on a warm May day
She isn’t local, must be from an ever land far far away
Her gown was refined, with corals, lavenders and sky blue
She had dainty features, and wore a silver bell on each shoe.
Tinkling while she walked, she approached the lilies first.
They needed a drink, so she stopped and quenched their thirst.
The tomatoes needed weeding, so butterfly princess did that too
She impressed the radishes and carrots. How about you?
Tiger Lily airplane food if you please, grandma, if you please.
He is four and enthusiastic. Words happy as a summer breeze.
He leaves to chase butterflies, then I see him trying to catch bumblebees.
Tiger Lily airplane food is ready, I call out to him. It is peas!
Not yet, he tells me. I have found a little green blue toad to tease.
I let him play a bit longer, as I garden on my ancient knees.
Collecting radishes, beets, and green beans in threes,
Which I will of course winter freeze.