#kale
Love is like a wounded and wet
bird.
Seen by
a hungry
and
gameless
hunter.
Kept beside the fire lighted
for warmth.
Brought up
and
nurtured gradually
and left with a vertinary doctor
to heal
and
keep.
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 7:16 AM UTC
in beds where flowers grow
well-kept, neat and clean
they've let the kale and cabbage go
it's rather a pitiful scene
they grew quite tall, they flowered
and then they went to seeds
now they're looking oh so cowered
they could be seen as weeds
their stems are gnarled and knotted
the ends are brittle brown
their roots will soon be rotted
the whole plant is dragging down
please someone be gentle
save them embarrassment
these lovely ornamentals
that once were so elegant
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 7:05 PM UTC
Whoever thought that kale was good
was on a dose of crack
flavor more like bitter wood
taste buds, under the attack
Marketing was key
selling us the notion
eating something more akin
too seaweed in the oceans
I'll apply a lot more dressing
in this unedible attempt
to get the kale down the hatch
despite all of my contempt
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 11:44 AM UTC
in pieces
my heart lay scattered
across the floor in pieces
we became friends
from pieces
we evolved into something more
from pieces
she picked up my heart
in pieces
one by one
with glue she gave me
a fresh start in pieces
she put back my heart
she put back my reason
to live
to love
to feel
in pieces i stay until
i learn how to put my heart
back together
to find hope from above
from pieces
she put back my heart
from pieces
she gave me a fresh start
but just like kale goes stale
when ***** hands grip and pull
my heart stays fresh for only so long
it was only a matter of time before
the glue gave way and the pieces broke once more
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 2:29 AM UTC