Best Acres Poems

I was only twelve or thirteen when Dad bought
	The twenty acres alongside the highway
		On the east side of town in 1956,
That seemed so quiet then, unimportant even.

A piece of ground where horses had been kept for years, 
			Though I’d never noticed them there.
Rough wooden corral...

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I don't know much
about politics and such
I'm just a regular farming guy

Check the water table,
tend to the crops
Spend most my day scanning the sky

But I will tell you what I do know,
saying something don't make it so

Can't no politician
make the wind patterns change
Can't no politician
bring...

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Rainfall came heavy,
followed by crushing flood
that swept much away....

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My dream shines brightly with ambitious gleam,
And in my heart, its vivid brilliance rivals even sunbeam.

I dream to be among the ranks of landowners,
To have thousands of acres and a hanseatic house,
Adorned with colorful feathered grouse,
And lush gardens fit for soirees and dinners,
Gazebos hosting bands...

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A law firm partner living on Madison Avenue
bought a farm in the country.  What a strange thing to do!
Oliver Wendell Douglas and Hungarian-born wife,
would head for Hooterville to start a new life.
Oliver and Lisa moved from their high-rise penthouse,
to a ramshackle farm with a...

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The sun came up today, 
as usual,
but with a difference.

While we slept, 
rain changed to snow,
quarter-size flakes 
accruing on the wet earth.

Temperature dropped 
faster than snowflakes,
freezing the garage door shut.

Morning brought a crystal cloak,
to cover winter's drab face;
a blanket of jewels,
    ...

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Acres of tears
Mark her passing
Enriching the soil
For time everlasting

Head bowed in sorrow
Sad sight to behold
I no longer have
Her arms to enfold

'Tho body is gone
Her spirits around
This person who made me
Is homeward bound....

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All across the webbed wide esse Scott's wold
emerald green Trifolium
carpets harbor untold
burrows of tiny Leprechauns clover
(leaf) ways grant trifold

wishes if captured might
divulge pot of gold
at rainbow's end, and e'en mend
yar shoes, whence re: souled,
thence tread softly beneath subthreshold

of audibility, cuz unseen universe
hapts tubby microscopically rolled
with...

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Long long ago and far far away, lived an angel better known this day....
As Lucifer with big bright eyes and much bigger, dreams ? Twas a lovely lad
Blessed his majestic voice in that be, crystal waters; her cherubs adored this child
Perhaps you see for nothing...

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Years have come
Years have also gone
Tears and pains are still on;
Memories fresh and vivid
And families still livid

Pains so real, yet a constant
Scars as reminders  of....
Of the 16 hallowed acres,
On the 11th of September 2001

16 bloodied acres of Manhattan
 estate, a memorial
The symbols of America...

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There once was a show named Green Acres
Of which brought many laughs to the takers

There were two main actors for the show
Eddie Albert and Eva Gabor, great ones you know

The characters were interesting and a bit strange
Oliver and Lisa had a bit of a farm...

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Come sleep with me she said
Bring some warmth to my bed
That seems to spread acres wide
Now that it’s empty on his side

Just for a while hold me tight
Shorten just one endless night
So full of hours that I have wept
Until exhausted and finally slept

There’s been no...

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I am the Lord of the manor
I always have servants at hand
I own a big house in the country
And acres and acres of land

I have tenants that live in the village
Though their cottages may not be grand
They pay rent to me because as you see
I...

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black acres sorround me flat as ice, and there you are the only light, in all this flat 
blackness the only thing that seems to shine, how I wish I could  feel your warmth, 
warming my life, my body, like you always have, as...

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Chocolate lotus lips
A planted peach tongue
And ebony seeding eyes
I am the garden you greet
With thick calloused thumbs
And warm loving palms

How can I be so selfish
to deny you me to deny me you?
I don’t know about tomorrow
Next five years too much to ponder
For I am like...

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