Best Reaping Poems
REAPING AND RELISHING SAPODILLA PLUMS
Reaching out towards freshness all ripened,
Holding onto huge branches hovering high,
Not bothered about tan getting deepened,
I hand pluck lush naseberries straight from the sky;
Savouring sweetness with a satisfied sigh.
2nd August, 2017
REAPING SEX a simple note
If you wink an eye
At Fame’s restless lonely mate—
Prepare for a storm
I can't see the benefits
I'm still taking needless risk
I breathe the same air that Jesus did
I still carry his pain
I have mastered it
I lay it down at his feet
Please forgive me your Majesty
Give me the strength to overcome
Help me in my time of need
When I died to myself wisdom was risen within me
And a vision was given to me
And sorrow flooded my soul
I never take the bed if it's made with nails
I know I must defeat my demons
And I'm there making my bed in hell
And the Lord is with me
And my enemies can still feel the mental strength of my mind still
And that's the benefits
[SIZE=5][B]Reaping Whatever Dark Gods Decreed[/B][/SIZE]
Did we dare too much thus reap the bitter wind?
Dark, greedy days creep by, our lives grown far apart
Is this how such treasured and deep love dares to end?
Like cast away trash in a street beggar's cart?
Did we fail, reaping whatever dark Gods decreed?
Penny a ton, garbage flowing into a dump?
Nay my love! We both found our lost, bitter seed.
Fallen from a well-worn, broken treeless stump!
Why did we abandon the blazing heat of our lust?
Step into dark regions to satisfy morbid dreams.
We are thus decayed, our metal eaten with rust.
Joined Fates, destined to be on separate teams!
Yet my love, all you had to do was believe in me.
We both sharing truth from the same golden tree.
R.J. Lindley
Sept 16th, 1976
Old Note-- Life carries on, I find solace in wild woods,
whiskey and memories....( Sept 16th, 1976 )
New Note-- Hope and Fate have conspired to let me live to see
that youthful woes, follies and exciting life sought are the makings of sadness
that teach one must no stray too far from the LIGHT! ( 6-07-2016 ).
Virgin wasteland un-trampled
Rugged terrain in front of my step
I am resting as not to set foot
In the rugged scape of magic
A screen of thistles ramblers climbers and shelter
Indigenous flowers budding
Untamed seeds flowing wild
Feral spread of the horizon
Rugged un-spoilt inspiration
No trespassing as far as soft eyes explore and receive
Gentle wind soothes my skin
Rain shares moist trickles
Clouds break musk and dawn
Mellow chorus of fragrance
If I go any further my steps threaten the fleeting wonder
22nd March 2020
"Decastich"
~Based on the gross pay scale of poverty
World based capitalism is illusion
Loss doth net the sum, eventually
The poor will never reap an inclusion
This is a rich get richer delusion
~Wealthy plan assures poverty full-blown
Labor for the rich until mind is gone
While the rich enjoy their ill gotten stash
Take up the truth and prove, the rich eat stone
A stone of truth, upon which teeth will gnash
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For DR Ram
And Contest: Dizain
Sowing-and-reaping’s rule is pure,
Whatever you give you’ll procure,
When you sow evil, it comes back in folds to you,
And if it’s good, you’ll have it in multiples too,
Each time you give a soul hope,
It appears when you’re on the ropes,
And when you pull a folk down,
You’ll meet defeat on your way uptown,
What you give out is coming; it’s heaping,
That is the law of “sowing and reaping”.
Tonight it's late
Something pure of hate
The full of night
Here to give us fright
In darkness and of murk
An evil creature lurks
Cornfields
Full of crops and yield
Here them weep
As it's time to reap
Devil's allegiance
Here to seek vengeance
Get sucked here within
This is not a sin
You'll hear children cry
As you pass by
You'll hear women moan
As you pass this lawn
And as you pass this lot
He'll cut
Your gut
Dancing
Turning
Dancing
Turning
Just like a newly wed
Just like you don't have a head
Go home early
I've almost cut you nearly
There's nothing here
That's what you think
Cuddled in your fear
My scythe will sink
When you hear the sound of the crows
It's the sign you to go home now.
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With the belief that “I reap what I sow” in every situation
What matters most is my pure heart and honest intention…
Am I motivated by God’s love or by personal ambition?
May I find myself pleasing Him with my earnest dedication.
Knowing that I reap what I have sown in term of sacrifices
What matters most is for me to go through the right process...
Am I gaining or wasting in my experiences?
May I find myself engaging in wise choices.
As I regard that I reap what I sow with bountifulness
What matters most is my diligence coupled with zealousness…
Am I toiling well or enjoying pleasures of slothfulness?
May I find myself enriched with good works’ fruitfulness.
Since I reap what I sow, and such applies to loving
What matters most is my right attitude in giving…
Am I truly a blessing to others or in selfishness’ delving?
May I find myself reaching-out while God’s grace, receiving.
Because of the usefulness of sowing-reaping creed
What matters most is my truthfulness in word and in deed...
Am I merely showing off or striving for excellence as I lead?
May I find myself doing my best part, devoid of greed.
Thus; for me to reap what I sow joyfully
What matters most is my sincere goal purposefully…
Am I aspiring for the temporal or the eternal gloriously?
May I find myself living for God in serving people gladly.
*Galatians 6:7 Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.
April 28, 2018
Summer singes time
People we love burn away
Fall removes the ash
I went out in a mighty coughin fit
but oh how that coffin fit
oh it fit and it fit well
now i'm crossing the river styx
coastin right on into hell
The Rape
I met this girl she was tall and walk like a gladiator,
but she was not there when I needed her.
He - let stick to I- had been walking all night now it was dawn
and I was very tired, young people too get tired.
By the road a labourers’ cabin the door was not locked and
I went in sat by bench and fell asleep. When I awoke three men
were leering at me, they were of the type that become guards
at prisoners´ camp and are the willing executioners of tyranny
and killers o innocence and beauty. I tried to get away,
but they pinned me, face down, on the table. Yes they raped me
and to make the passage smooth they smeared my rectum with
yellow margarine.
Blindly I ran down hill came to a brook dived into it tried to clean
myself, and on the surface came semen, blood, **** and pearls of
margarine. Sat on a stone in the sun, knew I could not tell anyone
about this shame that had happened to me; and worst of all when
raped I had an involuntary ********. I had been a victim of rape,
yet it took long before I could forgive myself
Look.
I'm not saying your wrong
What I am sayin to your face is
YOU ARE NOT RIGHT
you're an educated racist
our children cannot inherit that
and you're angry with me now
I embarressed you
when you love our daughter
she is beautiful and latino
and suddenly, you're not true?
She is different?
You know I find it unbearable
how you emphatically stated
we should run all latinos out
you're racist comments
your very sin, not mine
but what you teached
I never agreed with
these kids, they respect you
But my sweet, intelligent, darlin man
you are a damn fool
Whate’er you do, be sure you know
The seeds you plant will surely grow
Your seeds of love, your seeds of strife
Will swiftly sprout throughout your life
Beware, you sowers of distress
The seeds you plant will soon progress
Though seeds of sin may seem so small
They grow to fruitful trees so tall
That fruit is poison, please take heed
And never sow such bitter seed
Take heart, you sowers of delight
Of what is true and just and right
Though oft you cannot see them grow
Such seeds bear more than e’er you know
Such trees of righteousness supply
Sweet fruits of hope when times are dry
Our King is just; be sure you know
We all will reap the seeds we sow
Reaping the Benefit
The midday sun blazed on the field
Where parched crops refused to yield
A barren sprawl that awaits cool rain
To yet again produce the grain
Trespassing a way upon this land
A shrewd eyed man, detector in hand
And knapsack wobbling on his back
As yet no find to make a stack
The time went by upon this plot
The dying day no longer hot
Shadows spread across the ground
The elusive treasure still not found
The fading sun took pity on the gent
A dying ray of amber hope was sent
It alighted on a beer can ring
And turned it into gold from tin
It nestled amid a shriveled vine
The sun had given it a lustrous shine
The man could not believe his luck
He dropped to his knees and picked it up
He cast the detector to one side
His skyward glance was gratified
The precious gift was in his hand
A ring of gold, an eternity band.
The moon now gazed from obscure sky
On table top it did espy
The golden ring next to the bed
And sleeping man in his homestead
Its lunar rays cast light from dark
To sit on the ring and leave its mark
From gold to tin it was transformed
The ring to beer pull newly formed