from the news
A tomato met a non-tuber plant
sweet music
a birth to what is known
as potatoes, these days also called fries
Just think if the tomato had not
been so unfaithful trying it on with
any passing plant
What would our diet be like
without the beloved spud
I read this in a paper that extols the free press
With the mild hand of exceptions
These days, the paper has fallen on hard times
and had sold out to real estate
not the two-up and one bathroom
houses in the millionaire class, after all
One has to show class
This morning, an article about jellyfish, that
In my youth, there were plentiful along the coast
of Norway, some of them stung
Now we have to go to the Outer Hebrides to
Find one in shallow pools
What I took away from the morning paper
was of potatoes, tomatoes, and the selling
of posh houses
A tuber in search of some views
thought his wit would surely amuse.
Lest I’m misconstrued,
you talk too much, dude;
just show how you changed the damned fuse.
(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)(U)
Longboard Surfer Bro
Boogie Boarder Bro
Inner Tuber Bro
Sandcastle Kid I
Sandcastle 2 Knights
Rafters Board Longs
Boarder Boogied
Sandcast Crabby
Sun Run To Set
Boogied Laid
Sand Pile Up
Surging Surf
Footprints
In The
SAND
The eaten word even truer Etymon a delicious tuber The words He speaks are spirit and life Woe in the bread of strife Lo! we are not alone Every word meat and potatoes
Pale flower, tuber of the mother,
Unfathered but by stony hard ungiving,
Every petal leaf down droops with rain,
Not quite living.
Frail power, yet each of three
By two is bound,
Unable to forgive the others' pain
Unable to be forgiven.
To Live or not to Live
To live or not to live,
..duly optimistic about one's,
capabilities bearing flowers,
in fantastic shape and brilliant colours
referring to the shape of its tuber,
for a direction to its waiter.
"Within the wind a core of sound"
that mounts of mind's hill to be shine,
to see the 'mid flower and spine'
for a company of people honoured with,
thine.
The powers and virtue with the intention,
may be acceptable in its highest order,
if circumstances are not,
exceptional for a share entitling,
the holder.
I wanted him to be a scientist.
He did not want that; he was willful and stubborn.
So, I let my dream go, but I was angry.
She wanted to become a doctor.
I discouraged this because of all the schooling involved.
She became a doctor in spite of my objections.
My third child was not willful or strong-minded.
She asked me what she should be.
I made many suggestions.
She said no to all of them.
I finally asked her what she wanted to be.
She wanted to be a U-tuber, and an influencer.
She has been working on this for six years now.
She lives at home in our basement.
She makes about twenty-five dollars a week.
She is happy, but she can never support herself.
We may have made a mistake with this one.
But at least we have someone to feed our dog when we are on vacation.
I will not need math or such
I’ll be a U-tuber, the eight-year-old informs me.
I’ll be rich and famous, and live in a mansion.
What will you be doing on U-tube? I ask.
It doesn’t matter, she says. I’ll be a billionaire.
I admire her optimism.
But what kinds of things will you plan?
I don’t have to plan. I can do whatever I want, she lets me know.
I admire her confidence.
I watched a guy on U-tube yesterday,
walk through his day, saying dumb things.
My fourteen-year-old grandson thought he was hilarious.
“He is a millionaire,” he told me.
I think the eight-year-old has it right.
A psychic I guess, the eight-year-old replied without any sass.
His future career is no way something to cover or hide.
I did not remark, or add a comment in any way snide.
So glad he did not want to be a U-tuber like the rest of his class.
We are all home, the whole family,
How lovely, peaceful and fun again,
talking and laughing so very happily,
like rainbow, sunshine amidst rain!
Children are happy to be with dad,
The schools are shut for some days,
Mum leaning on dad looks so glad,
This is so special in charming ways!
Shopping is just for essential things,
Like milk, bread, snacks and fruits,
We play in the garden throwing rings,
cook home veggies and tuber roots,
shopping malls and gyms are shut,
So are the hotels, pubs and stores,
We do not know for how long but,
We are all happy, like never before!
We lost the plot to tv and phone,
Staring ever at their idiot screen,
Although in a family, were all alone,
each in his corner mostly unseen!
No force could have, made a change,
To the mundane routine of every day,
Thanks to this deadly viral exchange,
An invisible wisdom has come to stay!
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Written 18/03/2020
Dead wood for bed
Withered cotton for a mattress
I don’t pluck fruits
I gather them ripe from the ground
A tasty tuber protrudes
With delight I up root it
Cobwebs hang in my ceiling
Ant routes run up and down my floor
Dry grass for a roof
Thick mud for my walls
The wind whistling through the trees
A song announcing a cool breeze
Dry leaves fall graciously like feathers
They form a rustling soft carpet on the ground
The artistry so beautiful without a human hand
It blossoms in my face all the time
I don’t grab from the earth
It gives generously on its own time
A wondrous title I'll admit
I wonder what I'll do with it?
Does genius color mind that dreams
Potato's link to TV screens?
A TV's 'tube' is close to 'tuber,'
Round and fat (predating Uber)
X-ray beams are bent to preen
Fluorescent shapes that grace its screen.
The outside world gets brought to you!
What freedom! You've got right to view
A life you'd like but never owned,
Deft sign of times, the mossy stoned.
The Truth you get is Truth tube serves you!
Liberty (conserved?) by those who
Grass avoid and "rope a dope!"
Moms needs to wash their mouths with soap!
Today, the boob tube's screen is flat
If vacuum's gone, still welcome mat!
Trump rapes! My God, he entertains
But Truth gets flushed for short-lived gains!
Long Tooth
July 11th in 2019
Below indigenous herds of species’
Soft stampeded tramplings,
Profound caves water rivers underground.
Roots grow their nether forests
Down to a shadow fathom depth of earth.
Tendrils leaf out only tuber leaves of dirt.
Flooded backs of charcoal catacombs
Snake like water moccasins through
Aquifers to rise disguised as springs and wells.
Here there is a bargeman who
For pennies holding eyelids down
Will help you to forget
Vaguely chambered
Urges of the heart.
The Terrible Ghastly Beastliness of
"THE POTATO CADAVER UNDEAD REVIVAL" (sonnet)
The Potato of Terror, April 24th 2002
They dug him up with a great pointed spade,
Awoke him from his rest of ninety years,
And O what a great bellowing he made,
And shook his fists, and twitched his pointed ears!
For there was much skullduggery afoot,
And horrid ghastly beastliness besides,
The Spud Maiden's Swan Song had taken root
Deep in his soul and tuberous insides.
Her tragic voice had roused the pixie throngs
Provoked the wrath of tuber overlords,
And small brown furry things in rubber thongs
Sprang to their feet and brandished tiny swords.
King Edwards, Caras! Hide your youngest sons!
A vast undead potato this way comes!
Flying Potatoes
By The Potato of Terror 28/3/05; revised 1/2/14
Flying potatoes permeate my days,
Float gently through the attic of my brain;
Winging their way through smoochy summer haze
And tapping tarantellas in the rain.
I want to romp where tuber dreams ignite,
Where pomp is caught with naughty circumstance;
I yearn to flit where reverie takes flight
And lunacy leads love a merry dance.
Flying potatoes infiltrate my nights,
Making me dream of all unnatural things;
Like evil gnomes in capes and fishnet tights
And Maris Pipers with great scaly wings.
Flying potatoes tell me "Be afraid!
We are such dreamers as would stuff a maid!" *
(*With apologies to Shakespeare)
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