Best Crop Poems
Crop Circles from the Sky?
By Elton Camp
Crop circles appear in fields overnight
They give some people quite a fright
The stalks of the plants are only bent
Since a force against them was spent
To UFO fanatics it always does seem
That the cause was an alien force beam
Why would aliens the galaxy traverse
To make farmers crop damage curse?
Would superior aliens come all this way
So that in our farm crops they can play?
If to communicate they are really sincere,
Why limit it to only a few months a year?
Why would most be in English wheat
If the whole planet they wish to greet?
That they made them, two men revealed
By using ropes and boards in the field
That these men did just what they related,
On numerous occasions have demonstrated
Other men then showed it they too could do
And created geometric designs old and new
But the gullible won’t accept this reason why
So insist the makers were aliens from the sky
People would certainly have to be quite dumb
To think crop circles show aliens have come
Within a night, a simple crop field has been transformed into a magnificent work of art, the overnight cryptic formations capture the attention of all as the large section of the crop has been tamped into marvellous morphic designs of art, rings and other intricate accomplished geometric patterns.
Edges so neat, it appears that they have been crafted meticulously with most advanced gadgets, with such precision that even though the stalks are bent, they are not damaged at all.
One scientific theory explains the spinning columns force a burst of air down to the ground, which flattens the crops, yet the myth remains how can a few seconds works of spinning air creates such intricate and absolutely perfect circles, sometimes plain, sometimes circles within the circles with myriads of meticulous patterns within patterns? Some says aliens hands behind, some negates them as man-made hoaxes.
Wonder! People close to those rings of crops, encounter strange physical and emotional reactions as the circles rotate clockwise and anti-clockwise as unseen hands or remote controls are controlling them from unknown realms.
From Hollywood magic to spirits of secret weapons, from evidences of UFOs to erudite explanations, there is something hypnotic in their architectures, in their cryptic presences, in their aesthetic textures for inquisitive minds to continue further quests to unravel their enigmatic riddles.
© Silpika Kalita
What a bunch of sweet people on The Soup
The cream of the crop and that's no poop
A great place to reside
You'll be bursting with pride
And that long face of yours will no longer droop
© Jack Ellison 2015
You call the police on my son
You pull a knife, he has a gun
You call my wife a tramp, I call you a loser
I drive an Escort, you drive a junked up Cruiser
I ask my wife what's for dinner, she says slop
We are inbred white trash cream of the crop
We finally move in together and become one
We do the horizontal bop until the morning sun
We are now husband and wife, sister and brother
Our kids won't know what to call us, maybe father and mother
She is now pregnant with our child
We are exhausted from our rituals and breeding style
The neighbors say this is wrong that we should just adopt
We must have our own or there will be no inbred white trash cream of the crop
Now after 19 months, we have 2
We steal from the goodwill box to get clothes for me and you
We use electrical cords for belts and to discipline the children of ours
We always encourage our kids to reach for the stars
Their potential has yet to be achieved
My wife says she has something up her sleeve
We believe our kids will always be on top
It helps to be inbred white trash cream of the crop
Billy Sue is twelve and in the fourth grade
Charlie does addition, he's got it made
Our kids will bring us fortune and fame
Too bad all kids ain't as talented as ours, what a shame
Now our son hosts an AM radio program called the Swap Shop
Our kids can feel privileged being inbred white trash cream of the crop
The love between us is very strong
We feel as inbreds, it's where we belong
Our kids have impairments, which brings government funds
We keep our inbreds on the priority list they are still number one
Now my daughter does unbelievable hip hop
All other kids are jealous because they are not inbred white trash cream of the
crop
She planted at night in the rain
While stealthily plotting her gain
It grew like a "melon"
She bragged like a felon,
"My hubby soon gets his first brain!"
Just a sample for my "Mystery Seeds" contest.
Thru a series of psychological tests I have been declared a demon
Travellin' thru dimensions fatal weapons leave you bleedin'
Dissecting grey matter doesn't matter in my cathedral
But how can you stand my timberlands in your cerebral
Faces of space probes be scattered thru my mental
Acoustics in my chamber just endanger instrumental
Fundamental rhythms are symbols of paternal power
Get devoured by my infinite skills to disappear
Getting lost in the Holocausts that rage between my ears
Complex like gravity
Tragically and mathematically
I defeat your squadron black magically
Analyze the tangle
As you get my mangled by my triangular rhythms
Systematic rotations of my words cause cataclysms
Poem Pick of the Crop Horn Limerick
Hope you surely will like my limerick
And it never won't ever make you sick
From first time they had been sighted
Readers were amused and also delighted
Of crop, poems were definitely the pick.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
To Have Cream of Crop Horn Haiku
To have cream of crop
Trump should be one who we stop
Around more must shop.
James Philosophical Practical Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
They said we would be rid of our chains
But, they've only grown tighter
They said that welts would heal and fade
But, all I feel is the tenderness of new wounds
We’re always looking up at the stars
Cause our feet never seem to touch the ground
We HANG above the rest!
But not in a way you would expect?
So, this is the sharing of the crop?
They issued us free, right?
But I don’t feel it
That emancipation proclamation of devastation
Of disappointment
The ink is distorted by the tears of decomposed slaves
Waiting to be seen and heard
They laugh at our pain
What pleasure is there to be gained??
You call yourself “sharing?”
Only taking away more from us
Say that we just have "a little more" debt to work off
As the hours turn to days
Days turn to weeks
Weeks turn to years
At the command of God
They lock us behind bars
Whip us with our sins and hatred
Discipline us with our disobedience
The captivity of our sins is too much to bare
I want to die!
I can no longer handle being alive
The muscle falls from the bones
As I become apart of the Earth
Along with the sins of my ancestors
My Narrative Reportage for 8/8/2018
Darkness engulf the room, in my dream,
The summer knaves logo theme, heats the city
like rows of open pizza ovens:
and Just in time for the after crop over party:
While the rain drops dried faster than Polypropylene:
Humans are meant to move,
but to observed the apples, pears,
Hourglass and the squares figures, those untimely
curves of the female bodies: seem only to capture
the photographer’s lens in the parade:
Leaving, the men on the sideline in the corner on the road:
mean while into the midstream, many heart wonder about the
Live streaming of sexual exploitations of shame or fame?
Enormous expensive crops- over festival
A favorite of mine since, nineteen seventy nine:
July -August the heart of the summer: lime
Not even the heat of your blood, nor the innocent
Of your youth, could stop you from flapping
those unwanted body fat: to the bad tasting lyrics
of the people’s winnings artiste:
Rain falling, heat blasting, tar glue to your shoes,
Sweaty bodies, colorful costume flock to the streets
From Jovvae morning, to six am or until party done
While creating lasting memories: sun up to sundown
Darkness engulf the room, in my dream
Wondering what really happen to me,
My youth that was once filled with happiness,
How can I continue comforting the darkness?
**The moment I share the light, the world becomes a brighter place.**
Look out for this diva,/poetess sometime next year…in the Congo line
I never knew this is what it was called until it
Happened to me
In public.
At first it was traumatic
As it came out bellowing like a banshee
And the aromatic bouquet wasn't flowering it
Was a catastrophe.
Rotten egg smell is atomic!
I never knew this is what it was called until it
Happened to me
In public
There was every one staring at me as if I had
Committed murder in the first degree
Over something that is erratic
And the body does automatic
I sat down on the closet bench I laughed
Until the tears rolled down my face as I was
Catching my breath my grandson wondered
If I was alright. I said I don't think my heart has
Felt this free. It is time to finish my shopping
Before they decide to charge me with dispersing
Atomic energy.
I never knew this is what it was called until it
Happened to me
In public.
.... Human desire for adaptation, I foresee ....
- A solemn ongoing enthusiasm for -
Becoming parallel with those who dedicate themselves
to food provision, - farmers
My central aim would be to reform sturdily renewable
- Crops containing dense nutrients
Regulation of fruit and vegetable growing operations
will see a fair salary
Paid to all producers, incentivising streamlined practice
- Standardised soil reconstruction
Encourage diversity in properties' cropping. Guarantee income
Locate livestock adjacent, manure transferred
Transforms tired soil to jumping, a fast forward response
- Increased local area selling, less transport strain
Without genetic modification, tenacity of breed continues
Resilient stock would result
Chain reaction brings taste incentivised consumers
- Check research on nutrition / brain correlation
Two decades of subsidised farming will find resources
commited to defence can safely decrease
Satiated state of mind, transferred to our earthly vessels
- Societal health will skyrocket
Far from being Ruler of The World, I have previously worked
as a Sales Rep. for a rubbish collection company
- I came to understand two tonnes of vegetable scraps
leave each supermarket daily for landfill
10th August 2020
Written for Contest: If I Ruled The World
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Crop circles were surely created by aliens
No question about it, beings with large craniums
Funny looking dudes
Big heads, bad moods
They also love carnations and geraniums
Indecent you are
Indefinite you are
incomplete you are
You have toyed with my emotions
So i now draw the line
Karma is known to attack
Be aware of that,but make sure
You watch your back
Your intelligence has worn thin
You're now left without a clue
Of what you done or could do
I now despise you
Goodbye is my farewell to you