Best Tractor Poems

One dark night a saucer crashed;
the military quickly cleaned up the trash.
In the distance, what they didn’t see;
a thin, white face between the trees.

Once all...

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Thankless job, I think watching
as Thurman tries to teach the young man

The lad sitting up
on the tractor
like a proud young pup
is full of piss and...

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We buried our dog, Ding
With her favorite things,
Like our couch, plus our bed
And pillows for our head.

Our carpet she muddled
With dirt and pee puddles,
The window...

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Zero.
By which nothing is divided.
No zero
no negative
no opposite
no hope
no Adam, no apple, no marriage, no morning.
No mirror
no knowledge
no God, no soul, no ear lobe, no...

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The rising sun has set.
Night has fallen.
The plow rests,
tillage and toil finished.
The corn ear withers,
but seeds are saved.
The scrolls are opened
event recorded;
the news spread:
"The sun...

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A no rules barred Limerick . . . 

THERE ONCE WAS A FARMER . . . 

There once was a farmer called Mr Brown
Who with...

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When you wear a dirty shirt,
You're a book getting judged by its cover.
People think you're really poor, or nutty,
Or that you have a menial job.
Or...

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New Future Of The
Internet


Cable cost are up
too high
You turned to the
internet and so have
I

My Youtube channel
is the way to go
Now I can even make
video shows

I...

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I stepped into a cow pie, back a year or so ago, and I did fuss and cry!
Or so I am told… Then I found...

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 Dedicated to My Miracle's Father, with Love



I have loved him since I was young.
Through every cloud, he rose the sun.
His work was honest –...

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Sawing logs, one after another
Into two feet lengths
Just for the specific purpose
Of standing them up on the ground
Awaiting the iron axe
That will create a comforting
Roaring...

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Three Sonnets tell a story, in sequence.
[From the narrative poem, "Don't Go to Wyoming Alone"]

         I. Natural...

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“Can you smell something burning,” Dad frowned and I said “Yeah.”
It had the smell of cooking meat, as well as burning hair,
Dad stopped the truck,...

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Eye of the Tiger

Those eyes – piercing amber -
 So like mine
  Smoldering with uncaged curiosity 

I drown in the golden pools
 As I...

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An old gal applied to join Mensa
Gee she couldn’t be any denser
She went in the wrong door
On the thirty third floor
And there she enrolled as...

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