Best Green Corn Poems

Sultry crowns a lunar face beam connected 
fishing in the great lakes crimson shades a shadow

Rising inside echoes see through ice crystal breaking 
the temple of an ocean lament treasure sings out sweet sorrow

Cries out seagulls within the silence peaking wave held moment 
gasping silence...

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I am Whispering Elk,
Shoshone.
 
The land
grows dark with white men
like so many ants.
 
It is time
of green corn moon.
 
Their tribe grows: blue knives,
buffalo men, yellow hairs.
 
They speak many tongues,
break words.
 
Yellow corn moon
fills bellies.
 
They still come.
 
Days grow less
like buffalo.
 
We see...

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Human tastes vary and so are the desperate cravings to capture the best in human ambition,
A more desperate thirst for fame, riches and for power can be a low, vulgar bitter taste,
I admire the spirit of the man who sees richer recompense as a sign...

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Snowfall so heavy in 'eighty-two
 reproduced a Christmas card view.
A biting wind swirled in one foot drifts
 over hanging in bridges..makeshift.

The fields flooded into skating rinks
 into which each footstep sinks,
cracking under body weight so 
not the best place to skate.

Thawing February brings twitching noses...

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never will I forget summers of gold
filigree memories shine like the sun

Down the country lane on lazy summer days, my sisters and I walked.
Rows and rows of tall green corn waved in the breeze on each side of us.
Ripe raspberries were gifts of nature we...

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As dad and I trod over the newly tilled fields
Feeling warmed by the prospect of the day’s work
His eyes aglow within those granite features
I followed his sight to that field beyond as yet unsown

He called it virgin soil or heavens harrowed field
So long ago as...

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Tribute to the Wolf

I am of your nation (Cherokee)
I have travelled far to find my family
 (They are scattered across America)
Boundaries are now gone
I know you as you know me

My Mother taught me so
I know you, ” a ni wa ya” 
(Of The Wolf Clan)
You...

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How delightful is the softest sound of a clear and starry summer's night,
You may hear a moth bashing up against a cottage window pane near a lamp,
If you listen really hard you can hear him amongst the many garden leaves,
A boom as the soaring cockchafer...

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Thunder storms raged forth in grandeur and the rain fell splashing in torrents,
The brook water levels rose and burst their banks flooding walk ways and paths,
Drains around buildings became blocked with shifting gravel, paper and leaves,
Through the villages and county towns people with umbrella's lined...

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I walked through cities passing factories, in thick smog, dim lights searching,
Over fields of sweet young green corn with a sharp slap from coldest east wind,
Through fickleness of uncertainty of climates looking high and low not finding,
Blaming seasons for standing up to their ancient character...

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twitching noses 
in tussocks
      of awakened primroses

rummaging on hazel boles
hibernating mammals 
poke from the holes

leafless hedgerows 
       where buds now form 
a carpet of white corm
Badgers forage 
      ...

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W  I  N  T  E  R
B  R  E  A  K  S
N  A  T  U  R  E
A  W A  K  E  S
G  A  R ...

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A Serving of Genocide With the Turkey

By Elton Camp

Thanksgiving meat should be baloney
Because the holiday’s origin is phony
Pilgrims came to an inhabited land
Got help from the natives at hand

Without their assistance it’s clear
They wouldn’t have lived a year
A big feast they were asked to attend
Mainly...

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On the tips of our fingers
is playing, the spring
hide and seek
with colors !
But beneath our feet
no lush green grass,
only poisonous shrubs.

From the mouth of desires
uttered rain drops pattering
and, in our brains
bright red fire !

With wings widely spread
dancing, black owl the angel of death
the future though...

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Monkey business


“I say how about
breakfast at The New Farmer’s”


Our day of picking and consuming done
no hunger induced nightmares, we rest dusk to dawn
check on the young ones. Are we all here?
tomorrow we return for another early breakfast
at The New Farmers'

it's sugar cane on the menu
well...

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