Best Scarecrows Poems
I, a salty scarecrow, roam the shoreline
The moon melts soft like butter on the reach
Squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine
While dropping clams to split upon the beach
The moon melts soft like butter on the reach
Thus drizzling heaven's hem with Hollandaise
While dropping clams to split upon the beach
The giggling gulls high-dive the dawning haze
Thus drizzling heaven's hem with Hollandaise
The bisque horizon christens bright, the morn
The giggling gulls high-dive the dawning haze
Oh such as this, should all good days be born
The bisque horizon christens bright, the morn
Squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine
Oh such as this, should all good days be born
I, a salty scarecrow ... roam the shoreline.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Seagulls" Poetry Contest, Eve Roper, Judge & Sponsor.
Required line: "Squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine"
( Syllables = 10 per line, counted at HowManySyllables.com )
Innocent child,
wake up from your rainbow colored dreams,
listen to the red feathered rooster,
it crows the early dawn's burden,
hang on me,
dance along with the swaying golden weeds
among the fields of corn,
watch the trees of blue and gray,
follow me on the dikes of rice fields of amber green,
look at the scarecrow,
it looks like death,
open up your eyes to the sad realities,
the common farmer of tattered clothes,
his pockets filled with mud,
he is a prisoner of a violent semi-feudalism,
with hands wrapped in callous,
bleeding while tilling the bone-dry land,
he works like a slave for his landlord.
Little child,
even the plain smells with fog,
moistened leaves keep on falling over your head,
but never close your eyes,
do not be scared to see the toiling man's stomach,
it has been empty for ages,
he is nailed on the cross of ferocious poverty,
dying,
suffering,
yet our politicians live in luxury,
do nothing but to corrupt for eternal power,
they keep on pretending as common farmer's saviors,
but they are actually scarecrows,
the angels of death,
do not trust even you admire them with sugar-coated words,
sooner they will give you the worst blow.
sweet child,
open up your mind to the relentless cruelties of this world,
the common farmer's skin is burning,
still toiling under the hell of the sun,
sweating with blood,
and his eyes are flowing with tears of agony,
yet the government does nothing to give him a decent life,
he goes to church every sunday morning,
confessing everything about liberation,
asking for freedom from the madness of hunger,
but he realizes not,
people around him,
including laymen,
also are victims of brutal political corruption.
Scarecrows stand afield
their torsos crafted of straw
but they don’t scare crows
Harvest time scarecrows
Seems to attract the crow’s nest
Not one crow’s afraid
Scarecrows scares only themselves
Nothing disturbs the crow’s perch
Russell Sivey
Scarecrows against sky
Stand against feathered black
Protect inner eye.
(January 19, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Scarecrows
Birds foes
Farmland
They stand
Dress codes
Old clothes
Plus hat
With that
Deploy
Decoy
Away
Birds stay
No fear
This year
Good yield
From field
Without
A doubt
The best
Harvest
Backed by
Straw guy
Straw gal
As well.
(The girl scarecrows do well too lol)
24.08.23
he jumped down and chased me in the dark
You are a maniac! I yelled. This is no lark!
He is just a scarecrow, not a mean shark.
Response from sister who was not chased in the dark.
I have had dreams of this scarecrow ever since.
Terrified by this nightmare, said my cousin Vince.
I understand I say, staying as close I can to the fence.
Clowns and scarecrows scare me to death I say to Vince.
The scarecrow climbs down and runs at me with a mean grin.
I try to find my cousins, my mom, my grandma, my dad and my twin.
Sorry! The scarecrow says. You should never have let me in….
Worse nightmare of my life, said my tiny cousin scared Finn.