Best Unplowed Poems

I love to watch a farm awaken in the early spring,
Especially as the birds in the forest happily sing, 
The farm knows how to be itself, profound and true,
Like the faded red barn, quietly beholding the view.

In this moment, the farm finds its serenity,
Between sips...

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On Snow Shovelling

A foot of snow fell by night
With no let-up in sight.
(“Brrr, it’s cold out there.”)–
A mutt rebounds past my window,
As I contemplate the morning weather,
While sipping my hot cup of coffee.

By the street-lamp’s hazy glow,
I make out my neighbour:
Clad in a scarf, tuque,...

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Now, unlike my usually trenchant literary librettos, i regale the unknown (tum me) reader for savoir faire articulation, elocution, and indomitable tour de force proffered by spectrum of bounteous expropriated hegemony rightful to Mother Nature. 
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A Place Revisited Within The Mind
(an illusory escape during dead...

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Their love simmered upon a gentle range
Fanned until it burst into fiery flame
Fueled with lively passion it sparked exchange
Year upon year it couldn't be quenched or tamed  

Renewed each spring like the gardenia's bloom
Sending forth blossoms, sweet scented, pure white
A love so rich the...

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A snow bound silence descends now
upon my hallowed home,
the traffic's gone, the streets unplowed
and I'm engrossed in tomes.

A ribald tale of myst'ry roils
the knights have charged the breech
the bard sings tall tales of old
of maiden's love's unleashed.

The pendants mark the battles course
as Saxons face the...

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With Calm Repose I Ponder Earth And Sky

There in hidden den of sweet solitude,
With calm repose I ponder earth and sky.
Depths of human weakness- my attitude,
those fleeting wisps of racing Time flown by.

I hold this, my sweet spot as my haven,
wooded seas and imagined paradise.
Serenity...

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There is no one left for explana-tion…
They are all gone,
The violent end has come…
Revving up since realization,
Of the abstract. 

NO, 
             NO, 
          ...

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He squandered time, left fields unplowed,
in search of highs, pursuing thrills,
neglecting that he'd been endowed
with gifts to cultivate and till.
He wandered where his heart did please,
but pleasure slipped by small degrees.

A random walk, no certain line:
the storms in life were kept at bay.
But with no...

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My sudden kiss caulked the cracks between the breasts
                                    ...

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Up on the hill I stumbled upon
an old grave site..the tombstone
leaning toward the past.
An oak shelters it, the sunlight
filtering through its leaves
gives its crumbling surface a pleasing glow. 
I return now, again and again
to visit with this man, dead now 
these many years.  Would...

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One of their own had wandered far;
   the others know it strayed away.
      From the high cliff, they stare and wait
for the lone sheep that went astray.

Yet there below, alone he roams
   perhaps a longing to...

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He Cares,
So Should We
Written: by Tom Wright
2/2/2018 2:30 am

When we live for Jesus each & every day,
It doesn’t matter neither time nor cost.
Good seeds we’ll sow on our given way,
Our mission is simply, witness to the lost.
We plant good seed in fields unplowed,
Sometimes the resolution...

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Sensational shockwaves of fall, 2001
witnessed world trade struck cold.
As its backdrop collasped, we trembled in a sea
of misgivings untold. 

Brilliant aftershocks arose then in quick pursuit
though nation’s nerves were pained.
Countless rich outgiving, volunteer champions
committed, unconstrained.
	
Into unplowed soil of cowardly destruction
bounteous seeds were sown 
freely without...

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A long drive down the Central Valley,
cool then warm, the kind of day in March
when the season can go either way,
back to winter or ahead to spring;
a day that draws new grass up 
in unplowed fields and hazes the distance 
silver.

And here we are at...

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He Cares,
So Should We
Written: by Tom Wright
2/2/2018 2:30 am

When we live for Jesus each & every day,
It doesn’t matter neither time nor cost.
Good seeds we’ll sow on our given way,
Our mission is simply, witness to the lost.
We plant good seed in fields unplowed,
Sometimes the resolution...

Continue reading...