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Walking in peace amidst of the war For the sword is sent and the bow is bent Go through the straight gate a narrow door Repent enter the light where the darkness is rent Turning from your sin which is hard fallow ground Love the Lord with all your heart and your fellow man Swords spears pruning hooks and ploughshares abound All in your hand but where to plant Tell me if you can Ploughing through your hearts and mind The peaceable fruit comes from pruning Chastening can seem painful for a time But there is peace and love is blooming Learning to war no more must start With knowing what is in your heart 10/24/2015
The field had stood barren these last few years
waiting for the farmer who scratched his head
visualising crops with which he could plant
corn tall yellow gently rustling in the breeze
he mulled it over, potatoes might be better
breaking the soil putting goodness in the
ground, clearing out weeds which lay dormant
just waiting for the land to be ploughed and turned.
Then putting on the harness he backed the drays
between the plough shafts buckling up as he went
soon the blades left straight lines in the ground
plough twice, farrow once, his father always said.
Looking down at the farrows straight and true
he called to his wife and sons they walked in line
sowing potatoes as they went two lines each
marris pipers and then king Edward they planted.
The farmer watched over the next few week watering
as needed until lines of green plants appeared then
farrowing again he left the plants to flower and mature
digging out the now swollen tubers he stocked piled them
And started to plan the next crop for the following year.
Maise, oats or corn then silage then a year of grazing
For as all good farmers know a five or seven plan
works the land to its best giving always excellent yield.
What have you been doing for long?
Ploughing.
A poet and ploughing?
Yea, but not farmland.
Then?
Language.
Why?
To plant seeds
To grow new word forms
With newer meanings.
But, does not it come thru inspiration?
It does, but not in my hand,
It being a rainbow bend,
So, pouring I’m my perspiration.
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Free verse |20.01.2025|words, poetry
Ploughing
I have been ploughing
The field of nothingness
A furrow at a time,
With an elderly mule that farts a lot.
The soil is unyielding
It is cabbage and carrots
I want
You can`t eat flowers.
I have the carcass
Of a goat
But needs vegs
To go with it
All I need is for you
To see
I can cook a good meal of words
So far I have two
Who are willing?
To partaking
But my table has a place
For twelve
So I will wait
Till I find
Someone who likes
Cabbage
And never mind
The flowers