This column is dedicated to one of the highest art forms in the sphere of human communication—Poetry. Nothing is nobler than the expression of human emotion. All poetry is perfect, no matter what the format or the background of the poet. A voice is a voice. With poetry, you get more than words. You get rhythm, you get sound, you get silence, you get mood—you get emotion. What more can you ask? This column is also dedicated to all the people who have ever lived, those here now, and those yet to come. God bless the poets among you. They carry the soul of the world.

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Last Night I Ate Kohlrabi

Last Night I Ate Kohlrabi - Here's a food many people have never tasted. It's not on the menu at Burger King. Life is full of surprises.


Light bright green

With strong tendons running up the side

Connecting to a canopy of leaves,

You looked like a visitor from outer space

Crunchy like an apple

With the taste of fresh cabbage

Yet not straying far from the image of a turnip

Last night I roasted you with olive oil, salt and garlic,

Mr. Kohlrabi

You were a delightful side dish

Had I known this in my youth,

I would have sought you out and enjoyed you frequently

Instead, I have waited until the autumn of my years

To erase the ignorance that kept me from you

While understanding that discovery never ends

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