Short Tubers Poems
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Some folks take it for granted
but nature is ecstasy unbound;
a promenade among the tubers,
amongst the pines, inspiring!
“The end of democracy’s nigh,”
YouTube pundits in unison cry.
‘Cuz when Trump next marches
through those Golden Arches,
those tubers are all going to fry.
Still got hair, don't need a toupee
Even though my old body decays
Eat lots of tubers
A healthy old hooter
As I near the finale of my life long ballet
See the tubers forming
sun kissed
they harken
see the flowers in the garden
petals displaying
fortitude, they are all forming
a wonderous fulfilment
Still got hair, don't need a toupee
Even though my ancient body decays
Eat lots of tubers
A healthy old hooter
As I near the finale of my life long ballet
© Jack Ellison 2015
the great You Tube purge
con tinues
free speech and expression
are being eradicated
2 of the banned You Tubers are
Tommy Robinson and Alex Jones
but there still remains
a certain individual
by the name of David Icke
does that make him payed opposition
is Mr Icke a fraud?
Tilled me
Tilled me
Use cutlass
Use engines
I am in abundance
Use me as you will
But keep me
Natural
Keep me organic
Plant plenty of tubers’
Plant plenty of cereals
Plant plenty of bulbs
Plant plenty of suckers
Good harvest
You will have
Food at plenty
Natural food
Food for all.
when it snows in April
fifty years after Martin Luther King, Junior
we pray for a permanent thaw
when frost attacks our gardens
so thorns and thickets linger
we pray our hearts may be that good soil
what seeds will we sow this spring
the tubers are in, and perhaps beans -
without strings - God bless us everyone
A week of triple digits.
The birds stay low.
No sign of life, except
gophers scuttling across dry grass
making for the lower regions.
Roots, tubers and bulbs. Gophers
turn down and inward, thrive
on lonely.
Look, here’s one that feels
the vibration of our feet
and scuttles off again.
Lowly, homely, alive.
tubers on the vine
flourishing in fertile soil
field of potatoes
I swilled vodka made of spuds ~ Absolut
Distilled veggies that were grown as a root
Drank another bottle
Hit the ground full throttle
Grossly soused but I didn't give a hoot
ingested as French fries, potatoes are better for human health
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January 21, 2022
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After winter’s cold dark days
Nature wakes up in different ways,
Colours start to return for all to see
It’s now warm enough to impregnate seeds,
For the annuals to begin their growth
Tubers and roots start to enact their life,
Under the heat of the sun’s invigorating light
Slowly but surely spring then summer comes into sight,
Fostering dreams and hopes so that our future is bright.
When you bake these tubers unearthed from the ground,
many ways to stuff them can be found.
Onions, peppers, chives, and mushrooms can please.
How about cheddar, Monterey jack, or blue cheese?
Fill them with chili, bacon bits, or sour cream.
Butter with salt and pepper is good, it would seem.
There are other ingredients. Anyone can dream.
One of the most versatile foods is the potato.
Dress it up. Let your imagination flow.
When you eat chicken,you get chicken-pox.
When you play polo, you catch polio.
When you color,you catch cholera.
When you descend on people you catch dysentry.
When you like harvesting potato tubers you catch tuberculosis.
When you steal answer you catch cancer.
When you don't like people you catch Aids.
When you eat from a dish in a cafeteria you catch diphteria.
If you continue to tie your headtie you'll get typhoid.
The best part of the day
is when we get to play
in the kitchen.
Rarin’ to go
hunger is so
deep we’re itchin’
to turn up the heat
whip up the sweet
tangy sauces
While it comes to a boil
pour on the oil
Salad tosses.
Strip outer layers
from tubers and taters
then steam ‘em
Pound the filets
sizzle and braise
to perfection
Juice freshly squeezed
down on our knees
in thanksgiving
Abundantly fed
we head off to bed…
…
…
for dessert…….
If you ask just about anyone in the know,
they will tell you the best potatoes come from Idaho.
That is a state located in the Pacific Northwest.
Their underground tubers are undoubtedly the best.
Whether you bake them, boil them, or fry,
they have that special flavor nobody can deny.
The state has potatoes that nobody else can grow.
Whether you go to Boise, Meridian, Twin Falls, or Pocatello,
you will find the best potatoes grow in Idaho.
Cedarville, Route 29, we drive
these country roads reckless
as late spring, stopping
where farm folks sell iris cheap
in extravagant colors – Redwing,
Tollgate, Lavender Exchange –
from fields like the ones
our young dogs love to run.
Triangle Crossroads, Hayfork
Junction. We stuff the trunk
with bags of hunched brown hope.
Back home, tubers dig down
to where we’ve planted
the old dogs,
the ones who used to come
when bidden, and now,
as if commanded, stay.
I have played thief. I
have gone a-viking, and
I have stolen the encapsulated equivalents of uterine
linings.
(from various species of fowl)
I at this very moment delight in the taste of the
unfertilized gamete, and may I just say that these lifeless
cholesterol bombs go very well with fried tubers and zesty
strips of fatty swine.
life, my siblings.
Life is beautiful, and
the true colors of nature are shades and hues of sanguine blood.
red/after oxygen
blue/before.