Kiernan Michau
Feb 10, 2010

Maybe I’m not ready-
Not as ripe, not as fresh-
It might take me longer to grow,
To develop,
But I am just as sweet
Just as beautiful
Just as delightful
As someone else.
I’m slower than you-
I need more care
More water
More love;
Not less.
You can’t understand.
You are ripe.
You are ready.

The vegetable medley
Petal pie
Petal pie
Mar 15

There was never before heard
Such a cacophony
As the day I witnessed
The vegetable medley

'Since you've bean gone'
They blasted out
The runners and broads joined in song
They could have rocked it all night long

But it was Taters turn
They  rocked  the stage
The veggies went wild
The 'monster mash' was all the rage

Then was petit pos chance to shine
He wowed them with a dance
Then made the broccoli sway and weep
With 'Give peas a chance'

Meant to type pois not pos! Anyway I like the idea of a party on my plate!
Gary L Misch
Gary L Misch
Jan 10, 2012

We grow with passion,
Our only cash crop is rocks,
Want peas? import soil.

Apr 29, 2013

A bite of meat
I dare not eat.
I'll have some fruit instead.

No milk for me
Why, can't you see?
I'd rather have some bread.

Faces haunting
Proteins taunting..
I don't want it if it's meaty.

You like to eat entrails
and brains,
A bit like zombies--beastly!

Hormone laden,
to make the thing called "Veal".

I can't believe what you go through
for your tasty high priced meal.

Erich Hunisch
Erich Hunisch
Aug 8, 2013

I usually just twist my confessions into metaphors,
so instead of having to hear it you just see me shutting a door.

and behind there I'm climbing the walls, painting my naked body
with symbols of solace. Breaking out of windows and falling off the trellis.

My back always breaks in the garden below.

as a common garden vegetable,
Clem C
Clem C
Jan 10

One clove a day
health eternal I pray
that it is not true,
for I am well short
of the twenty two thousand
to have been eaten
by this date

one plant if it were new to enter
anywhere, would not pass inspection
as a common garden vegetable,
it would take decades and investigation,
to give the nod to forty garlic chicken
or even to transport one clove.

some say it is the taste,
to others it is the waft,
of air in advance of the consumer,
knowing it does the body good,
but if one eats garlic and your mate
must too, or there may be a break in that allure

each cluster
is a toxin buster,
if you can muster
the appetite.

each group
can raise a whoop,
from a troop
of the healthy.

eat it raw to digest
your will to resist,
that all will cease
and desist, to disagree.

eat it cooked,
make it good,
that it would
all the benefits
          your friends
will understand

the room

Maybe why... I am alone.
Lendon Partain
Lendon Partain
Mar 31, 2013

The sand hides the sun.
Through a fog of particulate silica.
For the first time in my life,
I may look upon that glowing
bearing, for minutes straight.

Innards swallow,
That rock it flings,
Paints on the light.
Now the water vapor hangs,
Amongst its spiny rays,
Creating a mist of cloudy haze.
My eyes must seek to,
Alas they lose this skirmish fray.
The sun cannot hide its specter.
The doppelganger image always,
Dapper and prim.
Amongst the thoughts in rift entrails of brain,
I think i am my brain. I don't think that when, head cut from body,
Shall my soul reside where my heart was;
Instead I may see, conscious, from where the two parted.
Creating a scar from which to view this hazed sun.
Ever notice,
How the eyes,
Are the only,
You can,
See from...

I can be an Ammonite with many chambers calcified.
Ghost fossil human head.
A ghost in a shell.
My eyes will carve shapes from the clouds.

The leader of the Christian slaves a vegetable?
Micheal Wolf
Micheal Wolf
Mar 29, 2013      Mar 29, 2013

I'm Spartacus
Well I'm asparagus according to predictive text
The leader of the Christian slaves a vegetable?
Don't you love technology

lost in the vegetable aisle
Aug 10, 2012

Gone to the market
lost in the vegetable aisle
carrots, onions, zucchini
if this was him, then this is

(c) Brooke Otto
I sit as a vegetable.
Alex Trainham

A pain inhabits the right of my chest.
Maybe I am human.
Maybe I am not.
Birds do not lament the right of their chest.
Thus, I am positively human.
Killing the thought.
I sit as a vegetable.
Plump, reaching the threshold of
The pain begins, yet slowly does it unravel.
Creeping upon my viscera,
drowning in my bowels.
I don't feel;
I'm a vegetable.
The bird cringes,
lets the world
feel the power of its dying cries.
Yet, only human,

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