Vegetables Poems

I buy Vegetables

I buy vegetables
lettuce, celery, parsley, radishes,
planning to eat them, to get healthier
so that my colon will smile

I plan to drink twelve glasses of water a day
in actuality, I do not drink more than one third of a cup of H20

I reach for chocolate milk, caramel latte, peanut butter cookies
Frisky frosted brownies will not eat themselves.
There

Boiling Vegetables

Vegetables boiled in an angry froth. 
Stirred up, they were, in a savory broth.
"Give me liberty or death", they said, 
as they were joined by a cabbage head.

The Power of Raw Vegetables

Recently my nutritionist – a health
freak if ever there was one – suggested
I eat raw vegetables like cabbage, kale, 
asparagus, brussel sprouts, cauliflower 
and broccoli, all of the cruciferous family,
all packed with vital antioxidants, 
vitamins, minerals, phytochemicals
and fibre, (relieving weekly straining
bouts of constipation.) As for results 
he assured me with an assured smile
I’d be stronger

Mixed-Up Vegetables

I open a bag of
mixed-up vegetables
their chatter is deafening
I ask them, “What’s the ruckus?
“It’s the day of reckoning!”

I open a box of 
Hamburger Helper
hoping to quench veggies’ yelping
As H.H. interacts with
mixed up vegetables
he laments, “I can do no helping!”

It’s hard to decide what to make for dinner
when surrounded by conflict and strife
After thinking it through

Fried Noodles And Vegetables

Seeing the beauty
Frying noodles, vegetables
My drooling flow out.

I Thank

I thank the sun ...
The soil, the summer rain,
I thank the apple tree
The fields of golden grain

I thank the corn crops
And the pumpkin patch, 
I thank the warm barn
Where new poults hatch

I thank Tom turkey ...
From down on the farm,
And the good old farmer
Who caused him no harm

I thank the potato fields 
And the pecan

The Healthy Eating Steeplechase

An orange takes an early lead,
followed by a melon.
Garden peas are catching fast,
so too is the lemon.

Granny Smith’s are overtaking.
Lettuces are gaining.
Kiwi’s move from out the pack.
This is entertaining.

The orange takes the lead again,
now grapes are rolling clear.
Broccoli, asparagus 
are getting very near.

We’re nearly at the finish,
and this is getting close.
Trees and soil are cheering
around

Indicative VEGETABLES-

Constipated onions
Immaculate cantaloupe
 Collard, mustard, turnip greens
 crabgrass eating artichoke distant 
Are the carrots potatoes fried display?
But the watermelon 
Praise on the tomato mustard says
We be going to have ketchup today 

6/17/ 24
 written words by James Edward Lee Sr.

FRUIT SALAD CITRUS VEGETABLES--

pricot and plums;
are they served in fruit salad;
citrus to me so
~
melon-choly bowl;
filled with collar turnip green;
fruit cocktail salad;
~
urban session dreads;
drenched in hot sauce Red Devil;
 ranch dressing salad?

vegetable crazies

I lined up the vegetable crazies onto a dinner plate.
They stuck out their tongues, their tummies were great.
With scrunched up faces, I wondered if they knew their fate.
Eight gnarled up turnips lying on a flat dinner plate.

Jezebel's Vegetables

       Parchment reach reap, continual column
       Turns over huge too ripe drooping vegetables
       Dirt encrusted, grit bitter varietal problem 
       Sown hammock slack jowls of expired eligible 


   

We Never Had To Label Corn

We used to label our Iowa garden at the end of the rows with seed packets.
We would plant the row first, sprinkiing the teensy seeds and covering them.
Then we would nail the seed packet to the stake at the end of the row.
Like little soldiers we saw peas packets, carrot packets, radish packets.
Lettuice packets, potato

Listen To Those Vegetables

Happy singing tomato took the garden by storm today.
With her high kicks and laughter and songs merry and gay.
We were all laughing and singing and showing such glee.
Farmer Mustard said “Listen to my vegetables! Oh, Mercy me!”

Flavors of a Canvas

Her canvas awaits the first scoop,
 She dips her brush in the soup
 Bouillabaisse caresses her canvas,
 Stirring the senses of her palate

 She dips her brush in yet
 As the stove heats up her palette,
 Painting the dawn sky
 With tints of butternut squash

 Split pea flavor colors the trees
 Minestrone sways the flower

Little Pumpkins

In remembrance of Malvina Reynolds

Little Pumpkins in a pumpkin patch
Little Pumpkins growing side-by-side
Little Pumpkins taste of sticky taffy
Little Pumpkins in a row.

There's a black one, a sea-green one
Polkadot and honey-yellow one
But not one's an orange one
And I wanted one that was orange.

All the people in the pumpkins
Pay rent to Peter-Peter and
He's their landlord they're his

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