"potatoe" poems
Koala, Koala, I see you there
you are a marsupial you are not a bear.
You live in a tree carry your young in a pouch.
Eat the eucalyptus unlike the potatoe on the couch
Koala, Koala, you see me
looking up at you in your eucalyptus tree
A Bear is not a Koala, and a Koala, is not a Bear.
I thought I would make people so very much aware
Koala, Koala you just eat leaves.
A Bear is an omnivore and eats what it sees
The Bear needs sleep and is going to be late.
As it settles down to hibernate.
Koala, Koala, I have held you so
like a baby in my arms
I daren't let you go.
Koala, Koala, up in your tree
My pictures I Still have of you and of me.
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 12:23 AM UTC
Deep in the cupboard,
hiding in the dark,
there silently,
but still,
27 eyes staring,
waiting...waiting,
skin,
damp,
cold,
arms extending,
creeping outwards,
but only slight movement,
as it leans against the wall,
hiding...hiding,
waiting for the time,
to go out,
creeping...creeping,
opening the door,
awaiting its enemy,
hiding from being,
chopped,
boiled,
skinned,
poor...poor,
POTATOE!!!
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC
O indiginous tuber to Peru,
Now in nations' daily stews,
From the Polar South to Timbuktu,
Ranked with rice, wheat and maize,
Oh staple potatoe
You grace our table.
We plant seed spuds,
Red, yellow or brown,
Harvest the new ones,
The remainder mound
To thrive in leisure,
As buried treasure.
Heel the spud *****
Unearth your trove,
A gatherer's surprise
To woo true love.
We slice, dice and mash,
Roast, deep-fry and bake.
It's not an egg,
It'll never break.
***Medium-rare, please.
And make mine a baked.
Oh, and don't forget the butter,
Oh, and sour-cream, just in case.”***
It hasn't got *** appeal,
What you see is true,
But make no mistake,
I swear by what's holy in taste,
It only has eyes for you.
Pharmaceutically,
It soothes,
Burns, itches, puffy eyes,
Migraines and headaches.
Make a stamp,
Make silver shine,
Clean your windows with its brine.
And potatoe muffins are simply divine.
When blight strikes,
When crops don't thrive,
Many starve,
Many have died.
So, I raise this toast
To the lofty Tuber,
And I dedicate this Ode,
To the one,
The only:
***Mr. Potatoe,
This bud's for you.***
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 6:04 PM UTC
Young Ston..,Uhh..
(Put yo lighters in the air2),wave them, stand up & rejoice, (Yeah2),(put yo lighters in the air2),wave them..stand up & let's be together, (Yeah2),..(put yo lighters, in the air3)..stand up & let's fight back Yeah..let's fight together, Yeah, let's fight together man..(put yo lighters up in the air3)..wave them,stand up my ****** & let's fight for the truth...Yeah..Uhh..Yeah
Put yo lighters up & wave them..
Have no fear my ***** the more that we are together than against each other we are stronger, & smater & we can defeat this evil sadistic system, why y'all so scared for, don't be man...
Cuhz,they are more afraid of us than we are actually are of them, we can win together, yeah..(put yo lighters in the air*3)..& wave them,Uhh,my nigga..Where the peace at, where the love went..man...
They got us so distracted, I'm so tired of being lied to , I had enough of it,..my ***** We keep going to war for nothing,.. So much Bloodshed cause for no good reason, America is the real terrorists,..shit my ****** in the hood keep destroying themselves..man, the government ain't really for we the people, they selfish, they only care about the money & that's it, put yo lighters up Yeah..put yo lighters in the air man & let's revolt, Rebel & rejoice now my nigg..Uhh
So much **** **** & ******** they been feeding our minds for years & years, is about to stop..Cuhz, God don't like ugly..Uhh..
Imma OFTR Soulja, death can't even stop me Naw, it won't mane..Uhh, untill I meet my Heavenly Father, Imma keep on fighting, ryhming, preaching, & fulfilling my destiny, my ***** this is real hip hop, I'm bringing awareness like a Aids convention,Ayo, nothing can be above Jesus Christ,..that's why I worship & praise him, hes my idol, no man is, I'm above these ******* because of him, Aye mane..
Put yo lighters up , blaze one..(Yeah*2)...Aye, let's Unite as one & peace it dawg..everybody get a piece of the pie, not apple, sweet potatoe with whip cream on the top..Aye
Yeah I might say the same thing in all of my songs, but peace is the only thing that stay flowing in my mind, Yeah peace is all I want,..Lets go..Uhh..
I said put yo lighters up in the air, Yeah put yo lighters up high my nigga..(Yeah, put yo lighters up,man3)..,let's fight back..together & stop Being so afraid,..(Yeah2)..Aye,..We need more musicians telling people what's real man, my ***** Imma Villian to society,, **** The government, I know they already got assassins out here looking for me, but I don't fear death,..The elitist can burn in hell, I live forever Yeah, **** America..(They can eat a dick*2)..man..Cuhz,
Heaven is my country, *****
(Imma be who I wanna be*2)..
Yeah mane, Uhh,..(Put yo lighters up2)..in the air wave em back n forth Yeah, let's rejoice & uplift each other instead of killing each other..Yeah..(put yo lighters up2)..roll up & let us be as one man..Yeah, put yo lighters up in thee air, & wave them..(Put yo lighters up man,put yo lighters up, Yeah*3)..Yeah...Uhh, put them lighters up..high..& wave them.. Yeah,yeah..Aye
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 7:06 PM UTC
Seriously?
You're complaining over your potatoe?
Because its just a little cold?
Oh I'm sorry.
Let us all up and tend to your needs.
Because you're so ******* special.
Honestly?
You're acting like a two year old...
Grow up.
And eat the ******* potatoe...
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 11:55 PM UTC
Her stomach grumbles
There's food in the fridge but
Nothing to her preference
He walks around, filling his belly with all that he finds
Coffee, milk, water, potatoe chips and crackers
Warmed up tortillas and cereal
They will make it through the week,
They always have
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 12:59 AM UTC
We are the fine cut...line cut..
..potatoe face on Irish lace.
We are the here..we are the place.
And just in case
You fail to understand.
We have become the wall art..the new start..
..the baby grand has grown.
We are the music you've never known but you know it now.
The anyway we can be anyhow.
This is the step that walks out on the street
Get out and meet it...it's something you cannot ignore
Not something you buy in a la de da store
But the free in your ears and the world in your eyes.
Prise yourself away from the dusty thoughts of yesterday and look
This is today and a new kind of book has evolved.
That talks as it turns and revolves as it burns and the ash of the script..
..strips layers off your skin..and should you want to dive in..
..Go ahead.
The start of a thread of whatever you've ever read disappears
And the years drip away.
This here is the place and today it's your face on the pack
Get up on the stage and attack..
Lay them flat on their back with a salvo of sound
Bring it down to the ground.
A penny buys a pound..we'll be outlawed
They'll call us flawed characters..
..embarrassing chapters.
But let's capture that thought..write stuff and not like you've been taught..
..but be brazen and ***** to the 'Man' who tells you.."OH NO"
He just ain't got the rollocks to be in the show.
Let it go and you're lost
You'll be reading shinola that you bought at cost from the stall in the mall.
Be a pal..break the mould..don't do as you're told but do as you do
Look inside of the you..and bang it out..put it down on a sheet
Spill out your words to those people you meet..you've got one chance..
..which is no chance if you don't take it.
Get out there and
Make it
Happen.
Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 6:55 AM UTC
sometimes i like to think of nonsense
i guess if you know me it's not a surprise
did you know that potatoe almost rhymes with tomato?
does potatoe even have an 'e' at the end?
i honestly do not think it does
but who am i to judge the spelling of potatoe?
it can be whatever the hell it wants
or whatever i wish for it to be
maybe my head is really messed up
or maybe i just don't have anything else to say
because sometimes i mix up my words
("what do you mean i said the wrong thing?
i am pretty sure 'no' and 'ship'
mean the exact same thing.")
but i may also be completely normal
at least in the way my brain is set up
and maybe i just like to mix things up
because it takes a break from
my so exhaustingly uneventful life
so i guess i will just continue on
with thinking these random thoughts
because it's better than the pain
better than the memories
better than the words
that no one wants to say
it's better than those dreams
and the images in my head
because no one really wants
to think of those all the time
especially not me
after all
i'm just that girl
the one that sits alone
or that people sit with
just to laugh at
since she always says the wrong thing
i'm never anyone's second choice
maybe eighth or tenth or sixteenth
because who would want me?
the girl who ***** everything up
the girl who likes to speak her mind
(oh no, haven't you heard?
you can't have an opinion.)
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 9:05 PM UTC
My grandfather could barely make
Out the blond boy's head
Lost, if only just slightly|frightened
Enough still|amidst
Waves of green potatoe field.
An old man's single arm held my
Weight; I was that small.
A strand of grass to his oak.
Old ladies with veins on the outsides
Of still strong hands,
Who worked those same fields with
Him sixty years before,
Would look at me with unwitheld
Bewilderment:
*You look just like him when he
Was your age*...
How alien now, the idea: Someone
Knew that old man as a child,
Remembering well enough
To compare us.
And I still find myself there at times.
Lost|but not quite|yet
Worried that I am.
Waiting in the potatoe field.
Smaller than then, now that
I've grown;
Knowing that nobody's coming.
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 12:24 PM UTC
I'm giving my heart to you,
Knowing you will destroy it.
That's a chance I'm willing to take.
I don't give too many people the opportunity to demolish me
But I'm giving it to you.
Preparing for the worst,
Hoping for the best,
All along knowing
Its not my heart you want.
And I'm still offering it to you.
I'll give my all to you,
Just to see you smile.
That gorgeous smile is seared into my memory.
Its like seeing the sun for the first time.
So warm and bright.
I'd sell my soul to the devil,
Just to wake up to your smile everyday.
That smile, that I know will be the death of me.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 5:42 PM UTC
Betty spaghetti loved Billy beans
Sat upon a hot potatoe
It's all she could dream
Mixed in a sauce of love and suprise
Betty spaghetti had passion in her eyes
Now Billy beans was so mean
With his flick knife and biker chain
Hair slicked back
And a bottle of jack
He was a salads dream
Betty spaghetti didn't care
So long as she was near
And with Billy she knew
Safety would ensue
And the salad shook in fear
But alas just like life
Betty was cut by a knife
And Billy beaten with a spoon
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 8:01 AM UTC
they exist
they are betwixt
young
and eternal,
bold
and Gentle,
there is
a beauty
like None Other,
for each
is unique
and can be
found Ubique,
so stay with
me when
sleep wrestles
my head to
the bed
and holds
me there
till I yield,
a field fertile
with rows
upon
rows of sleepy
potatoe eyes,
or stars that
have taken
light years
to get them
selves seen,
or just two
old souls,
you and me side
by side, by side, by side, by
holding our breath,
until
laughter
bursts,
like dandelion clocks
blown by a breath
that bubbles to the
surface of the quiet
pool of peace from
the old soul you are.
©DWE022014
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 1:50 AM UTC
Sad news today
After 57 years of marriage
Mr. and Mrs. Potato Head
are getting a divorce
(Or is that "potatoe" as George W. would say. I never pass up an oppertunity to make fun of that ridiculous ************
Anyway
Divorce must be hard on a kid
I skipped that part
having never met my bio-dad
My mom was a trooper though
I was a mischevious handful
I remember when i was 4
my mom was going to paint my room
Well i had a different time table than her
So when she was unaware
i tried my hand at interior decorating
Apparently she didn't want the room
carpet and all
painted in blue and red
splashes and handprints
I got an E for effort though
Having never had a father til that point
I never knew the feeling of losing one
In those days the kid automaticaly went to the mom
Having to decide
is an awful thing for a child to have to do
And basically they have to
I love you my little pawn
Says mommy
I love you my little pawn
Says daddy
It must leave all 3 emotionally scarred
Sometimes marraiges just don't work out
What can you do?
I can only hope they draw
on their initial spark of love
to handle the situation
with the care that it needs
Stay together for the kids?
Ultimately i think that just leads to bigger scars
Respect your loved ones
Former, present and future
And for Gods sake
remember to keep your childs innocence intact
Like a sack of potatoes
So are the days of our lives
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 5:55 PM UTC
Summer is gone and soon the leaves and grass will be turning brown
Falls chill in the air has folks putting on coats all over town
And before you know it summer's traces will be buried under the falling Snow wish I could hang on to summer but each season comes and goes
In summer you can picnic by a running water fall birds are singing
Sweet new songs trees are green and tall with lovers getting married
In June beach days building sand castles are ended way too soon
Summer is the time to eat ice cream piled high sweet potatoe salad corn
On the cob hot dogs hamburgers root beer what a solid treat
Sitting on the beach house porch watching fire flies light up
The summer night but just like summer they die
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 9:09 PM UTC
Before I start this
Thank you,
I used to be so helpful
I need to call my momma
I think I need a girlfriend
Time to talk to papa
I used be so different
Now I know the problem
Maybe I should love her
But where's the issue
Maybe I should bleed
But I am not a cutter
I love the pleasure sensation
But not the feeling of slicing my skin like butter
On a summer day
A wonderful day
Through my skin with an iron dagger like a tragic story
I need to get my ****
All together probably
I need to stop my procrastination
Well maybe I'll start tomorrow
Where are all my virtues
Behind the sins I follow
This is not the issue even the though rhe consequence follows in sequential order
Bordered on my persons if the action do more than my conciousness can fathom i shall falter with this ******* world
That's why papa said my **** is int he dirt
But I do not like cabbage
Maybe a couch potatoe
why does it even matter
Before you go to the next step
Please read the disclaimer
In this day and age of digital things
I got everything I really should need????
Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 1:08 PM UTC
All that you adore
is all that I abhor.
Except our only child
born inside the wild.
Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 11:03 PM UTC