| Self Improvement Poetry posted March 14, 2013 |
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Conversational Plant Matter Lamenting Over...
Plant Matters
by closetpoetjester
PLANT MATTERS We sigh... we can barely photosynthesize as she flits by in accordance with her importance yet, we shiver. There's ne'er a "hi" but stamens stand aquiver in excitement. Rigid, in anticipated floral delightment... Ah, but will she deliver? There's dissent. Come on woman, you've made us pant. We're spent. We're bloody parched! Potential blooms too doomed to bare scent Roots sucked dry yet stem spines arched... towards that tap. Our Lord. The Tap. Transparent blood we crave to sap from his connection The forty foot half-firm erection The water snake, hissing Mr. Plastic Fantastic, yes Liquid Perfection We'll take, we'll sup. We'll sip. Lap it up. Not missing his thorough pissing and fill-fullment of our cup with the currency of Life... LATER... Hmmm...I think we're in strife Do you even suppose she'll pick up the hose? Does she know what we need? Indeed we doubt it. Quite evident she doesn't seem to give a shit about it...Us. Hey Ho, what's the bloody fuss? Will we get some H2O? and she's gone...Oh! So...? No drink today? We are SO gonna sink today, if Miss IT girl has her way. What crop? She never planned to stop, She's useless. We're not gonna cop a single bloody drop. It's fruitless. Bitch! Leaving us in shitter's ditch... Gonna be a dry, dry stay but we won't get ahead. We'll be better off dead while we wither away As the time nods into the wee small hours and green luck sours we'll be brave little sods For no longer thirsty beggars sprinkler slaves Nay, nothing will save the impending, arid graves of dead flowers... OURS! How quickly she forgets all those seeds she bought that she'll care for, forever more... NOT! Yes, sans any regrets Miss Black Thumb gets: A legacy of naught. Her Spring stash, a burial of wasted cash and a garden bed of earth, worth what? Diddly effin squat! That's the list, get the gist? Gone, are the risk takers the new frontiers, the ground breakers Gone, are those rotting in earthen pots Now, just rotten earth in pots Seems the haves now equal the have nots In Summery: From whence we're standing, to leaning to sitting, we see quite befittingly, this floral editorial will be with lamenting sighs so unwittingly our demise and of course one choking memorial... (C) |
Free Verse Poetry Contest contest entry
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My plants, both potted and those in natural earth hate me.
What can I say other than DON'T give me a pot plant for the housewarming!
They listed this in the 'Self-Improvement' category for obvious reasons.
Hope this is creative enough plant matter for the judges.
Thanks for reading...
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