The thuggery & skulduggery we must disable
The fable that we are all from another stable
Reliant on corporate giant bland brand label
We should be able to sit at the same table
Could grow our food in our neighbourhood
No creeds just deeds sow seeds that feeds
Heeds our needs not greeds edible weeds
Chairs of reeds in a row stood around wood
Two hands & one mouth the triangle of life
Spans across lands fans of no fork or knife
North to south eat together beat the strife
Allayed & swayed by Proustian rushes rife
Severe all ties with pain lies of Cain and Abel
Come together guys round table whenever
Wherever forever there is nowt comparable
Parable of arable reigns never been a fable
Farmer's Market mornings a parade of colourful awnings
Day dawning.. folks with a basket just awoke still yawning
Blokes fawning over what bespoke stalls are spawning
Queues peruse.. muse.. stroke & choose without warning
Arable fables & orchard parables the tables are adorning
Fantasy ...
Farmer chills
even on heap of chillies
After all, chilles are his babies
he nursed, made it ready for dishes
Harvest joy, no less than a winner
Time to voyage in blissful orbiter
Not as a toiling Farmer
But as a harvesting Emperor
Reality ...
Though deity of food, fodder
Farmers, unaware of own future
Will crop be meager or bumper?
Will his efforts satiate hunger of poor?
Hail Deity of arable land treasure
Prioritise resolving issues of farmer
Else, Deity may curse in different manner
May quit farming, trigger epidemic hunger
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© Dr Hitendra Mehta, India ????
Flourish,
Flourishing as the sun shining you daily
Rejoicing as abundant rain watering your fields
and creating some dams
for farming fish and feeding your animals.
You are burgeoning in the eyes
of some lazy folks
who have big mouths
to talk senseless speeches in the streets
and forgetting their arable lands
which are fitting for industrial agriculture.
Flourish,
Oh! Laughing deafeningly sometimes
when I focus on some tête -à-tête debates
Which concern poverty in rich continent like Africa.
Some folks suffering because of some circumstances
and others dependence due to sluggishness.
Flourish,
DRCongo has more billionaire businessmen
and some politicians
who keep their money in their mansions
and banks
in Europe, Asia America and other African countries...
Other rich people hide their money under the grounds
than investing in industrial fishing and agriculture
and infrastructures to uplift
the economy of the Country.
June 23/2023
Written for poetry contest sponsored by
Constance la France
....F WORD CHALLENGE....
Africa the Holy garden
protected by Angels
Africa the Holy garden
blessed by God,
Africa of pure waters
And more natural resources,
Africa of more plants
and arable soil,
Africa of good weather,
fauna and flora
Africa which welcomes
all the visitors
"Know yourselves Africans,
Knowing yourselves Africans"
The God of the Holy Apostles and prophets
Put power ,strength and authority in you
To control the World.
Written in Swahili by Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
On May 20/2013
Translated in English in March 05 /2023
Proposed to be the national Anthem of African Union
The year of infinity
1938 will be the year of dust storms
Arable land will pale and blow away
The ocean will turn into blocks of salt
Forests will fall, and echo in stillness
Millions of birds will fall from the sky
Parched throats drink the blood of cows
Then the weak will be victims of thirst
Then when all blood possible is drunk
When the canals in Venice are dry
There might possibly be snowfall
Sun Kissed Heaven Blessed.
.
Shards of illuminating sun kissed light
Solar rays warm and intensely bright
Filter through bough and leafy tendril branches high
From a vivid azure blue unblemished vibrant sky
Clusters of green and champagne opaque leaves
Become lighter in transparency among the sprawling eves
The abundance of creation in all it’s glorious splendor
Alive nourished and flourished they willingly surrender
Thriving among the lush pretty blooms vale and mound
The pleasant grassy knoll and the arable tawny browns
Foliage stretching upward toward the fiery orb
The life giving strength they need to absorb
Pastel colors of varied hues
Blended within their prolific multitudes
The air alive with a symphony of tweets and melodic trills
Accompanied by applauding silent trumpet yellow daffodils
A prosperous mellow day full of delights
Slowly unfolds then succumbs to the thick blanket of night
Oh the joy of halcyon idle warm summer days
Of my missed cherished blossoming childhood yesterdays.
.
Peter Dome©2020.
So many times you’ve shuffled the deck,
I don’t know which card will turn up next
So many times you’ve poisoned the well,
I don’t what lies you’re going to tell
It’s not fair --
Your keepin’ us all in the dark
It’s not fair --
The snuffing out of every spark
So many times you’ve dumped your oil --
A truly dead sea and no arable soil
So many times you’ve tilted the table,
With a heart of steel you made our lives unstable
It’s not fair --
You promise renewal and repair
They’re not there,
But to you everything is fair
Fair game
Against your false visions
And lying divinations,
Let us raise up our hands
As a unified nation
So many times you questioned our minds
As though it were us and not you who is blind
So many times you’ve tilted the table,
Your heart of steel made the machine unstable
It’s not fair --
The way you shattered our promise
It’s not fair
‘Cause it’s too easy to be dishonest
The planet isn't dying, but it is responding to all of us.
We are all for the most part plundering this planet in the name of profits.
Soon temperatures will rise during the day to 120 degrees plus,
and then plummet below freezing shortly after dusk.
Sea Levels are rising worldwide and once arable land is now dust.
Our planet isn't dying, it is fighting back with great vengefulness,
but that won't be the reason for the assured extinction of all of us.
Everyone is too preoccupied with providing and surviving,
in this obsolete competitive profit driven monetary system,
which we blindly follow and accept without any question,
generation after generation, after generation, after generation,
which is counter productive for everyone struggling to make a living.
Most don't have the energy, thus no desire for any self educating.
That sadly will be the reason directly responsible for our definite extinction.
Our grandchildren of the future will look back upon us in disgust wondering,
"Didn't you see it coming? How Could You Just DO NOTHING!?"
It all happened in an isolated farm house
Naughty rats milking cows with their eyes closed
Gluttonous dogs are sent on errands to butchery
Irritating foxes keep guard on fowl houses
Dairy cows plow arable land to plant roasted maize
Each hungry bull bleats in own shade like sheep
Frail calves praising their mothers for generosity
Annoying hare the milk seller gets lost everyday
Raising money bags that are eaten by termites
Monkey the farm owner idles in office gossiping
“How does this happen? I asked myself
Only gazes greet me from the onlookers
“Unless you are a stranger here, ask more questions”
Security guards told me with curled mouths
“Everything excellent”, I responded and vanished
three flowers ...
of extraordinary bloom
seeds and earth, spun together in chaos
soil of arable value, some more or less ... firm,
but challenge not the care of the tenders - their loving ambitions
they gardened and provided with nurturing hands
far-from-perfect, the aliment entrusted ...
not always in accord, but consistently full hearts for the task
oh, those blossoms were, as any, pressed by the elements
for life is as much the storms, as it is the fair and fine
but the roots were strong and reaching
what they sprung, hearty and bright and graceful -
as imperfectly perfect as childhood dreams
now, I stand back and watch them gather light and wings
drink rain, bend in the wind, fold their petals in twilight ...
seeding new buds and blooms of their own
for that is the way of flowers ...
their beauty, blessing.
Submitted on June 3, 2020
To the "Brian's Select 3, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest
Brian Strand, Sponsor.
In our neighborhood, moved a hermetic man named Nit who was gross, unseemly, and unbearable,
The neighbors sent me to see if I could muster up something about him that was care-able.
I sat down on his blue flowered chair-able putting my feet on his hassock, which was quite terrible.
After getting to know him, I suggested a shower, a shave, and a chin that was less hair-able.
Then I helped him select some clean clothes that were handy, free, and quite wearable.
I paraded him down the sidewalk to speak with the neighbors, in particular, a woman named Arable.
They were both 29, never married, loved kittens, and began to think of each other as Marr-able.
They now have two unkempt children, and seventy-four unspayed kittens which makes the neighborhood terrible.
Orchards of Opportunity
Alone in the orchard of opportunities
surveying the ripened potential
I pondered the fruitful labor of others
enviously sniffing the succulence of success.
Knowing that their success was only mine
in theory, in dreams, in unlimited potential.
Before me lay the future’s untilled fields
awaiting a touch, a vision, an awakening.
Planting a thought, a theory, an inspiration,
tending it, winnowing the weeds of doubt,
nurturing a simple truth long dormant
in the arable corners of an open mind.
10/24/2016
submitted to – Opportunities – Poetry Contest
When all our birds have flown
and milk-weed stalks pose bare,
the katydids are all gone
and leaves scatter here and there;
why would the prince come,
laden with bundles of grain—
his arable year's sum—
and not expect to gain?
We who scoop his yield,
feast on his amplitude,
then bare his playing field,
are insulting and rude.
Please accept this check,
portion out a bit more;
lift us off this poop deck,
we most humbly implore.
Green lush of green
lush green is green
a leaf of language
a branch of word
a flagstone steps
Heart of the earth is free,
white flowers
Clean heart,
fine arts literature
sketching art
arable land
planting gratitude
Green is nature
cool breeze
citing cloud
loyal heart
clarity of thinking
for the future!
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