Farm Acrostic Poems

Pairing knives peppered the garden growing by the river.
Eerie sounds slid sideways into the lowering light.
Alfy and Alice were still out cavorting beyond the barn.
Children...

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August

Along the backroads black-eyed susans snooze
Unfazed and unaffected by August’s humid hand
Growing tall with Queen Anne’s Lace beside roadside stands,
Utopias of sweet white corn, farm...

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R-aindrops have turned
I-nto a beautiful Tuesday; 
A-fter the cold dark night, no more black, blue, and gray.

E-arly twenty-eighth February, 
S-un has begun to rise; 
P-ure...

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When we had small farms, the child in me loved natural springs
Almost every memory of farming has a bubbling spring choir -
These days, as I...

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K-indness of the Church Administration 
A-ims to assist the indigent people; 
B-elieving in the gospel 
I-s to save the poor man's soul. 
H-elp the needy...

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E-co farm in Barangay Bakal
D-elights the gray and blue; 
W-ith Kabihug being busy, 
I-t's always fresh and
N-ew.

R-ise up on February ninth, 
O-vercome the nature's harm;...

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So many stones have been thrown at me, 
That I'm not frightened of them anymore, 
And the pit has become a solid tower, 
Tall among...

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M-ist and haze Wednesday 
A-re both nowhere in view; 
E-arly January twenty-first is far away from blue. 

M-orn has just broken, 
E-vening shadows vanish; 
N-ight...

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E-vergreen field forms a landscape
C-omposed of fruitful trees; 
O-live, vine, apple, and berry attract birds, butterflies, and bees.

F-riendly to environment
A-nd not harmful to human; 
R-aw...

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Only organic fruits will do...
Rely on nature through and through.
Going to an orchard nearby
And pick our apples 'neath dark sky...
No one around on us to...

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Only Nature can make an organic tree.
Releasing poisons are forbidden you see.
Get out of the way, give nature a hand,
And let bees do their jobs...

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Frack off!
Radon in my water, killing me
Arsenic in by veins, making me cough
Cuardilla, ruining my tea
Killing the cows
In Fylde I protest
No fracking here!
Go away




I want...

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Technicolor lights metallic noises split my neurons

Naked rocks replacing people's grass lawns

Thin glacier crumbling under polar bear's weight

You hear a voice rising from the carbon...

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He is mixing blue and purple on a portrait--me
while gulping coffee
of which water fetched from an old well

A figure taking shape on canvas 
Wild strokes...

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Beauty is as beauty does.
Everything has its own charm.
As for her she loves the city,
Up to him he'd choose the farm.
That they adapt to please...

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