I want to capture a PHOTOGRAPH
Of what the farmer sees.
When the farmer comes to PLOW,
He has a PLAN to PLANT.
There is POWER in his PURPOSE.
Therefore, he PURSUES with PROMISE.
The farmer feels PAÌN as do other PEOPLE;
And he may PAUSE but does not PANIC.
He PROCEEDS in hope and expectation
Because he has vision and sees a PICTURE.
The PRODUCTIVE farmer sees PRODUCE
And other agricultural PRODUCTS.
He sees a vast POPULATION of PEOPLE
Depending on him and what he grows.
In the farmer's mind, the picture is PAINTED
Like a rainbow in the sky after the rain.
What he sees through the eyes of his heart
Is PRESTINE and PRECIOUS. So he PREPARES
In hope and weathers the contrary storms.
The farmer lives by and within the confines
Of God's eternal PRINCIPLES of sowing and
Reaping. Such principles are tried and true.
History has PROVEN it so time and time again.
O God, may my soul be as POISED and my
Heart as PURE as the farmer whose harvest
is both bountiful and PLENTIFUL.
Denmark it seems has ( lost all plot ) making sick decisions
For cow herds...Its so grot.' Askew with
Fake science they've gotten on bord.'
Ordering b o v e r to be staple feed has
Been the judgement of their agricultural
Board, cows fed are now dying and falling
Down sick, showing calcium deficiancy
It'd better stop real quick.' The people and
Animals, each have rights.' All else is evil
Treason and misinfomation maladministration an attack on good health.' I despise such low tactics.' I call
Filth; rotten; foul.' Don't be fooled there in
Denmark contest, contrast, push back
Now; now, now..Now. And how.)
Development should be inclusive:
From far flung to the urban
From countryside to cityside
From the least to the greatest
From local to international arena
It's like a road, a railway
A blueprint, an organizational chart
A system or a scheme that everyone passed
Together hand in hand will improve, no one is left behind
A leader has short and long term solution
Crafting ideas and laws that benefit people up
Up in livelihood development consumption
Up in financial status development
Up in educational system development
Up in science and technology development
Up in research and development initiative
Up in marine and agricultural sustenance
Up in natural disaster mitigation and prevention
Up in government infrastructures and good governance
Up in digitalization process and innovation
Up in job placement and poverty reduction
Up in communication and in frequency
Excellent leaders think One Hundred Years ahead of his time.
Nature is joyful, man is suicidal,
Listen to the birds, or he’ll shoot himself in the head,
Whether he respects the elephant or he will blow up the planet,
Let him share the silence of the lakes or he will drown in his whisky.
Whether he drags his feet on grass or agricultural paths,
He cannot cross the border fixed for him by the blue sky,
Man is suicidal, nature joyful, forever,
The man must dance with the bison on the sacred earth,
May he never forget that our sun is a rotating star,
That rain falls from the clouds really, yes, but not love,
Man must know his fears, like the egret
Or the arrogant wildebeest, repeat it, to whoever wants to hear,
Nature is joyful, man is suicidal.
Gene editing offers revolutionary possibilities in medicine, agriculture, and beyond.
In healthcare, it could eradicate genetic diseases, enhance immunity against infections, and personalize treatments.
Agricultural benefits include improving crop resilience, yield, and nutritional value, potentially alleviating hunger and malnutrition.
Additionally, gene editing holds promise for environmental conservation by mitigating invasive species or enhancing the adaptability of endangered ones.
Overall, gene editing has the potential to transform human well-being, food security, and ecological sustainability.
A sonnet
I sat on a stone fence, in flat agricultural
landscape, trees been planted around farms
to protect from the North Westerly wind
I had collected shiny pebbles in the stream
only to find when the stones dried they were
not shiny anymore, but dull like pebbles are
A man and horse came walking up the track
shoulder to shoulder, like two old friends.
Can the horse run fast? I innocently asked
No, he is very old now, like me, he smiled
can I pet him? The man lifted me up so
I could pet, the horse looked at me with eyes
of slaves, who no longer dream of freedom
What's left, the love of a kindhearted man
I table these possible actions.' The U K is a h20 wealthy
Country..' So use that
As a strength..'Seal up the old coal mines, and
Re-purpose them to store rainwater, as the age of hydrogen
is beginning its dawn..' And it will be an invaluble asset to
Make the moist of, ((LOL)) industrial plants could also be located
At these
Catchement points to carry out the works of creating the
Transformatin processes, which would aleviate joblessness'
The ample supply would also be able to address any
Short term drought events, and residual coal dust deposits
Could be mixed with earth to enrich any nearby agricultural land
I see this as a good use of available commoditys and it
May allieviate the need for nuclear power plants to an extent? All this would be much kinder to the ecology also.'
In my humble opinion.'
China offers infrastructures,
India offers agricultural projects,
and Russia offers security to Africa
and you, in Europe, offer homosexuality.
Quote by Jean-Luc Melenchon.
On this planet earth
many people hate
to hear the truth
because they can not bear
it into their hearts.
Speaking the truth
Does not mean gossip.
a person who loves you
tell you the truth daily.
If you mean to
love some people
and offer them
homosexuality.
They refuse your
offer as it is against
their culture and
laws of Yahweh.
You then force them
to give you mineral
resources in retain.
They raise objections to that.
You later sanction them
for refusing the so called offer
which is mix poison in their
understandings.
Do you really love them?
Some African countries are under sanctions
Of USA and European Union
Because of refusing homosexuality
in their countries
Can Africans keep silent?
Someone who offers nothing
Forces to collect huge thing
In business of win win.
Injustice has no clean
doors in the world.
August 9/2023
To honor Harry memory
a much loved and respected poet
He could cast a spell with his clear verse
identifying himself with any sonnet
with first class reviews
No shortage of inspiration
He put into words what most of us can only feel
On the towpath ... between memories and the sea
sand slips out between the fingers
Harry kept his dream alive
(watch, train journeys via You Tube)
a desire to experience Norway by train
pass vast agricultural landscapes
through a rich selection of nature experiences
Sparkling blue rivers and gushing waterfalls
Winding mountain roads, fjords and valleys
Churches from the 17th century
Humble aging farms in places
one would have thinking that no one could live
_____ one day we'll drive this journey together
... you and me ... Harry
R.I.P.
24.05.2023
Anne-Lise Andresen
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Tributes to Harry Horsman
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
1st place in the contest
Treasures of honey in the flowery fertile lands; sweetest smell of splendid fruits; full of basket by the several handmade cakes in different seasons; the agricultural lands were fulfill with the magical touch of natural skilled farmers; granary, cow-house, pond -everything was under godly blessings- it was our Bangladesh
Golden touch was there
Natural pleased loving land
My east Bangladesh
©Mahtab Bangladesh
Chattogram
16/11/2022
Two Brothers departed a concrete world
Of hurried horns hallowing a rat-race rule
Babbling crystal streams countered by camel grunts
Led the way to calloused palms.
And in that breath of honest air.
The Bees and Ants hailed us faor.
Under shy shimmering stars in a field of pitch black.
In the crisp, crunch of forest soil,
Dawned upon by feet so bare,
Of gemmed cobweb bridges naturally built,
And the scarlet sky of rain and rakhal reprise
The Bees and Ants welcomed our sighs.
In Yellow hands stained by turmeric pure,
The freshest butter met the freshest bread,
And sugarcane rain drenched
Honey mansions of a thousand rooms,
As mudded walls shielded fragile hay,
The Bees and Ants asked us to stay.
But decades of toxic sprays, commercial plagues,
The greed and ghosts of governed ways,
Tortured our mother in many minds
Two brother spent a thousand days,
Two brothers in an agricultural maze,
To show Bees and Ants an organic way.
I have with concern been lamenting
With my chilly fears augmenting:
A young promising morning might soon age
And a planter close a helpless page …
My muscles are dying for a cutlass,
My strength enough to not seek a lass
My nostrils fish out odorless fertilizers;
The sparks in my eyes Advertisers
I shouldn’t ears supply with any story,
Now, I could from Ants snatch their Glory …
Through and through An Agricultural Mind
To more farm implements find;
A new day might start ageing like my father
As time further does its race farther.
For braving that stunning heap
You’re headed for a big reap
And have made a giant leap:
Into earth digging deep,
So that families won’t weep
Or hunger-driven to sleep,
Every wrought bulging heap…
A cause to into kitchens leap
And at same oiled yam beep:
A farmer feeding the rest
But-alas!- denying self rest.
The Farmland
The mid-west of the USA flat plain many farmers
tilling rich soil; red barns under a blue sky.
The community thrived, cows and horses in the fields
the Amis people lived nearby in peace with God.
There was harmony here and whispering grass.
Agricultural – business moved in, bought up land
the farmers could not compete and sold out.
Empty barns, fading colours, falling into disrepair
No cows in the field, no horses or dogs
Silent despair of ruined homesteads hangs
In the bitter wind telling of failure.
This is the way we live the strongest always wins.
Agricultural words
I was writing words strung together
trying to stack them together and make a little story
not a poem that I don´t care to write
when the electricity took a break.
Not that I minded living inland this happens.
I had a killer ending and wouldn´t let the flame of inspiration die out.
Five hours later, the light came on; I sat too long
in the darkness, the killer ending forgotten.
As I said, I´m not a poet, a worker in the field of words
sowing and weeding, hoping for a good crop.
A farm-hand of words, I do my job and even unpaid
but proud of my cabbage and potatoes.
No, I have no orchids and roses.
Roll a cigarette, lit it and dreamily think of tomorrow
sitting on a stone fence built by heroes.
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