Transplanted Poems | Examples

Rice

“If you give me rice, I’ll eat today; if you teach me how to grow rice, I’ll eat every day.”
- Quote by Mahatma Gandhi
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sprouted, sowed, dressed, transplanted
soil rich, fertile, warm
puddled field, drained well, weeded
panicle to grains
gently harvested
life staple
food

Thirteen States, Thirteen Dreams

From thirteen colonies, a nation rose,
With liberty's flame, forever it glows.
Delaware first, its colors bold,
"Liberty and Independence" proudly hold.

Pennsylvania next, with virtue's might,
"Virtue, Liberty, and Independence" burning bright.
New Jersey joins, with freedom's plea,
"Liberty and Prosperity" for all to see.

Georgia stands tall, with wisdom's grace,
"Moderation and Justice" in its embrace.
Connecticut thrives, a spirit true,
"He who transplanted still sustains anew."

Massachusetts strong, with courage pure,
"By the sword we seek peace, but peace secure."
Maryland follows, with arms held wide,
"Fatti maschii, parole femine" as their guide.

South Carolina rises, prepared and free,
"While I breathe, I hope" eternally.
New Hampshire’s cry, bold and clear,
"Live Free or Die" without fear.

Virginia’s might, through tyrants' fall,
"Thus Always to Tyrants," freedom for all.
New York stands tall, with dreams so high,
"Excelsior" calls to reach the sky.

North Carolina, steadfast and true,
"To be, rather than to seem" is what they pursue.
Rhode Island, last, but forever bright,
"Hope" their beacon, guiding the light.

Fries And Burgers

Feeling kinda cruddy, yup, that's the word
Too many fries, too many burgs

When will I learn I can't handle that stuff
Stomach rebels, starts causing a fuss

Once could eat nails and all kinds of gunk
Now I eat mush and ground junk

My teeth are all gone, can't chew anymore
Things go down whole, my tummy gets sore

So such is the life of this senior type dude
Head for the washroom, each time I eat food

Food disappears like famous greased lightning
Or I sit there for hours, really quite frightening

Irregularity's my name, I'm “IRREG” for short
Hope an operation, I don't have to resort

An artificial esophagus transplanted in me
So I can go regular like it once used to be

Oh for the days when I could eat all that junk
Those days are gone, who woulda thunk

That one day I'd be eating my morning cereal
Laced with Metamucil or some such material!

disgusting little red creature

disgusting little red creature
beating on the floor
with its ugly feet
like tubes — rosy and violet-colored
sucking the air like an ameoba
wanting for flavors long extinct

disgusting red little creature
pumps its little legs
spilling itself on every 
creature it lands on
like a bee stinging frozen leather
wanting for victories long extinct

ugly little red creature
transplanted itself
only to be attacked by the system
you poor, stupid thing
loitering in foreign territory
waiting for hope long extinct

little red disgusting creature
wants what it wants
and gets what it gets
stomped, and broken
until it’s just
a disgusting creature

a gift from God

flowers naturally gravitated to this beautiful meadow
they arrived renegade, their seeds transplanted by the wind
bluebells, lilies, carnations, roses and daisies thrived here
the ancient battlement in the near distance was thrilled
he had never expected to see anything this gorgeous in this life
a gift from god, he told himself, and of course, they were

A Little Caveman Reasoning

I have always liked the hollow dark,
the cave, the sealed carcass of the night,
the lightless womb of the closed seed.

You said you were human,
and I laughed until my belly shook the earth.
I Imagined your bones cracking
from the heat of a great fire.

I ground my teeth with the ash
of a few brittle words.

"No one is 'human',
we are alien seeds replanted,
into a fertile blindness.

Humans are the shells,
the pods, the skin of a reality
they have yet to realize or reveal.

The garden,
what you call 'soul',
is a transplanted being,
it lives concealed,
within that alien you.

Keep that garden,
hidden from any who would,
proudly claim to be
remotely human!"

Forgiveness

It's a divine quality. It demands inner stasis
Iron-hard mind, petrified with pessimism, is altered
Ego gives way; generous grace cells form a fine basis.
Inauspicious elements of selfishness get faltered

As from freshly transplanted seedlings, there's transformation
Noble feelings, attitudes, and behaviours, like spring, thrive.
Resentment giving way to kindness, there's new creation
Elevated needs and enhanced optimism are alive

Sows hope-filled seeds of the future, decreasing depression
Like new wine in a new skin, angles of outlook alter
Repentance, reconciliation, and restoration
Lead to restitution and redemption with no falter.

Soul, like jubilant birds in the blue sky, is exultant
Within, divine graces, like flooding rivers, are abundant.

Her Christmas Letters Are Full of It

Determined, she moved to Minnesota to grow a coconut tree.
We wondered about her sanity, our cousin Diamond Lee.
Wouldn’t it grow better in a warm climate instead of the snow.
She said “are you kidding? Santa is always here with a ho ho ho.”

We could not convince her to stay in Maui, so she transplanted herself.
Took her coconut tree along for the ride, plucked him off her shelf.
She sends us Christmas letters that say the tree is sixteen feet high.
We roll our eyes, believing that as much as every other kind of lie.

Throwing Dice

the screen door closes with a rattle
like a man trying to throw Yahtzee
despite the odds

shortly after, the familiar footfall of my father
calling ‘Baba boy, baba boy’ to me on the porch

I life my mug in reply, filled with hot coffee,
he fills the watering can with cold water

a low breeze rustles the fronds of a palm tree
father pours water on transplanted roots. it grows here
despite the odds

Homeless

that old fellow resting on a park bench
that kid holding a short stick
with a bouncing red balloon tied to it
that spotty dog barking at the balloon
all are a temporary shelter

the homeless
don't look for benches to rest upon
they have stuff and they fear to carry it far
the benches were transplanted elsewhere
when the homeless turned up

that old fellow on a bench
that kid and the bouncing dog
know a temporary shelter
when they see it

most benches are planted
by those that have moved on

Deliberations An Open Form

DELIBERATIONS
nonetheless
a deliberate
continuance
in
a
 realisation
of
the
 emotional

an   exp!osive
apocalypse
to
mark
a
 poignant
 awareness
where
timeless
 passions
&
idealogies
 are
suspended
 in
a
 humbler
resurgent
inheritance
  strengthened
 transplanted
transfigured
 &
tempered
by
valid unbroken
tradition

H E L P

When you hollow HELP to the LORD
In sincerity He hears your called
Before you fall to the soil
Riches or wealth accompanied with pride
Nor shall it bloom transplanted to that call.
Help, help you may called
In sincerity you much stand tall.

H is for Heaven which is above
E is for Eternity for the called
L is for Love He has for all
P is for the present
He hears your call
After all He is God Almighty
Sovereign, Supreme He is there
Even when you fall
Now stand tall
Unlimited even when you fall.

Resurrection Shifted To Monitor

I died on surgeons table
Before surgeons knife sliced my chest 
Before anesthesia put me to rest 
I died in imagination as hopes die in fable 

Vivid thoughts ran amok
Which new abode I will go, if I die 
What new way I will live, if I survive 
Mind clueless, thoughts at dead end fork

Malfunctioning Valve plucked out
New Heart Valve transplanted 
Ribs cut, Heart put on ventilator 
Surgery over, operation table light put out 
With dangling drips, in ICU, I was shifted
Resurrection hopes shifted to ticks of monitor

Boundaries An Open Form

BOUNDARIES
an
unworld
explicitly
 rendered


incorporting
misshapen
 pictures
in a
gradual gloom
 stubbornly
numb
&   constricted

a
 statuesque.
impression.
affluent
in
appearance
of
practiced
postures
of
still life
accoutrements
with
plentiful
 attributes
universal
&
poignant
throughout

a
   glimpse.
a
proof
transplanted
pirouetting
breathes
 trabquillity
the
ultimate
contraint

a
sensory
manfestestation
of
creativity
&generosity
in
a
rightful vision
encapsultes

to
resassemble
depicting
the
sanctified
in
continuing
expectations

Immigrants

An estimated 75,000 immigrants live in Los Angeles,
All transplants from Mexico,
No, they’re not who you think.

They stand in rows along the famous LA streets,
A promotional idea of real estate developers.
No more native than the Dodgers baseball team.

The idea came from the French Riviera
Where these palm trees were also transplanted
And intended to portray glitz and glamour.

Symbols of the “City of Angels”,
You will see them in many films shot there
By directors, actors, and studio executives.

Many of them were immigrants too.

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