Best Scarecrow Poems

Blackened Crow circle
  frightened   hardly
     -plucking nightly
the fruits of her harvest

pitchforked hollow eyes watch
   behind the disguise 
   of a red worn bandana
        impaled 
  ...

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Is the Lord just a scarecrow
     watching over my fields

   Is He no more than a guard dog
     springing from his heels

   Nay the Lord is my shepherd
     I...

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"Scarecrow"



Worldliness 
in those 
who traverse 
poets’ 
re-edited
edited 
re-edited
thoughts;
semicolan, pause
their notes;
Mark a line
crossed black
on a 
Poet’s cross
caught still 
breeze blowing 
through
tightly tied 
forgotten
Love Knots

See there, 
an entire 
field of 
a thousand or 
more
Scarecrows
nodding
fixed to one spot

Witnessing all
through 
footprints
left in 
another's 
foreign terrain 
frozen cold
black footprints
somehow 
become
pure...

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golden harvest moon
    illuminates the night sky --
       a scarecrow keeps watch

9/20/16
For Catie Lindsey's Traditional Haiku contest....

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Hopping mad, Billy glares through a port
at what foes seem to think is such sport.
Frown for frown, glare for glare,
scarecrow raises his hair.
He laughed yet while his foes took the fort!




"The human race has but one affective weapon, 
and that is laughter." 
  ...

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We ask God’s blessings for food we eat;
those who toil to grow it deserve our prayers too.
In 1985, Farm Aid musicians took their beat,
rocking in donations for those who grew
in debt, not just crops, as mortgages came due.

Mellencamp cried out, “97 families lost 97 farms!”
Just...

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Scarecrow Addict
           

Gritted and dusty
Powered by flack jacket eyes
Bootsteps through grey puddles
Flotilla of cigarette butts
Trash kicked aside
In a desert of litter
Seeking the soulless of death
Chattering on split lips
The grimy irk of air
Festoons the rink and...

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I have seen something and the something saw
a me, a scarecrow, stuffed with straw
in half with claims to more. The something’s not
into onlookers. A well done, a taut,
a plausible, I thought I looked alive
but the insightful something said: «A chive
can’t kill the stink of death»....

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The ritual, started with the influence of scarecrows
They taunt, they slyly work their way through a spell
Their eyes glow, they have razor teeth waiting for flesh
Human flesh is their delicacy, eating straight through hell
Yellow is their color, power is from the fires below
Destroying, casting, waiting...

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The raven knows, listen to his soundings warning,
Beware and listen to what he says, harken unto this
Messenger of death for he sees all things, be it dark or light!
Black ebonies feathered sentinel, warily watching, as
The dusk approaches, the raven knows the secrets hidden
Beneath the nights...

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Nature has painted you
a moldy shade of green;
and you're the ugliest
scarecrow I've ever seen.

A grotesque effigy
in the image of man,
you're a collage of rags
on a rusty tin can.

Stuffing has fallen out
of your disheveled clothes,
and you hang deflated;
drooped in a ghoulish pose.

You seem so comical;
like a...

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Antarctica-

A scarecrow!...

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My heart still holds the unused beats,
My shallow lungs long the stolen breaths, 
And the bones, cloaked and masked, run empty of flesh.
The eyes that dreamt the dreams,
Are now separated from the sockets,
Like sharply detached staccato tones,
Sinking into lonely depths,
Weaving evaporated future and moments with...

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Birds flying away
Scarecrows on constant alert-
Predators around....

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Ride of the Scarecrow Clan

(To: Mittens) 

She was born in the corn on a cold misty morn,
the most beautiful cat on the farm.
(I must keep her from coming to harm!)
The most beautiful kitty inspired this ditty
with whiskers that whisper her charm,
wild white whiskers that whisper...

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