On the day I was wending my way down south,
barely before crossing the border,
I was warned, when there, 'Don't drink the water,'
so as to keep body and soul in order.
But what about all those crops they grow,
are they hydrated, by any chance,
(and exported to the United States)
with bottled Evian from the Alps in France?
Early to bed early to rise
out standing in his field
good farmer Brown never stops
from dawn to dusk
rotating his crops
hoping it will bear a fruitful yield
when he brings the harvest in
tho' full of crows which do most harm
it's enough to make one's head spin
but that's how life goes down on the farm
Please send us good weather.
Praying to not lose our modest farm.
We're giving it our all.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
In addition to indigenous peoples
of the Americas known as Native Americans
the country of U.S.A. is populated
by those from far away other lands
but now there are many in the U.S.
living illegally on borrowed time
as the Governement wants to deport them all
for an untried unproven crime
and if they do so then who will pick
all the fruit and vegetable crops
when they are gone back to where they're from
as that's where the dollar stops
too many
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belly ache and tongue lickin's ~
every bite sickens
It's early January,
and the fields are wet and muddy.
The rainwater sits and slowly soaks
the fertile soil. Heavy machinery
has been silenced and put to rest.
They shall sleep through Old Man
Winter and awake next Spring.
Beans, corn, cotton, peanuts,
and sesame seeds no longer
flood the bounty fields of plenty,
because every crop has been
harvested. What's not in the silos
has been sold to markets near and far.
Heavy rainfall fully emptied the streets,
A thunderclap shattered the loud silence,
Frightened animals made some quiet noise,
Smiling cries from the sky mocked the city,
Farm crops sadly rejoiced to the warm cold.
That day, rain was their friendly enemy.
The next day, dried wetness was everywhere.
Light shadows of the sunshine were laid bare,
Skin pores poured out stored water from within.
Previous rainfall drought dried out the skin.
Many beg the sky to release more rains,
Cold waves of heat from yesterday just fled.
That long-lost comfort can't just be so brief.
The dried tears of the sky just have to stop.
Drizzle down the crops
~usually dry in Spain~
raindrops are worshiped
rain is expected
~for a future oasis~
in a new dessert
without any trees
~not a refuge from the sun~
no rain from the sky
Let Hans start reading some book:
Let him not this overlook
Or it shall him later hook
In a school they don't scores cook,
Her exit door for the crook
And who thinks he can rook...
Let him now try his textbook,
Who never his meals forsook
And sweet snacks made sure he took,
Who'd not turned-off radio brook,
For shows and concerts long look;
At Alpha Grades hungry look!
thick rain, trickling hope
thirsty seeds in parched soil, seek
eager, growing faith
Origami gifts fledglings multiple
Stork sling incubates infant hatchery
Holds pine seed offspring horticultural
Burst dirt celebrates cedar jamboree
Invisible drive to thrive, hormonal
Reverse javelin sapling spear Jarvis
Pin bend Pilates practice jovial
Christmas bonus brings bountiful harvest
Silken sway, acres of muscular maize
Youthful juice under crisp skirt harem
Masters of last year crushed in hasty haze
Mulched during terrain turn over mayhem
Lake levitator long necked swan mascot
Lays Faberge eggs in reed bloom jackpot
16th November
Manyfest
The wheel of the year has turned again.
New growth is on its way.
WE sow seed and watch it grow ,what we say and do is the seed of life.
There is one Earth,one human race with variations .
Our bodies replenish the Earth , our sould travel on to where we desire .
This whole world is connected ,little fish feed bigger fish, krill ,so tiny, replenish giant
whales.
One chain of life which feeds off one another, the Darwinian theory isnt evolution but
survival and the ability to adapt.
All creatures great and small adapt to their surroundings.
Only the Human Race finds this difficult to understand we kill for pleasure ,for the thrill,
for excitement for some who have closed minds.
Wearrive here naked , we leavr here naked that is an irrefutable fact even for billionairs
and kings and rulers.
So the wheel turns again in its never ending circle of life, nothing changes except some
numbers the cycle of the world stays the same in an never ending story.
The Reality of A Fantasy Rain
David J Walker
Remembered in the
Paint by number dreams the
Fantasy rain
Seems to be falling
following
calling me by faith
to the
front room
picture window
coaxing me to the back porch
hoping
to observe lightning
and listening for
Thor’s rolling thunder
His hand on the hammer
His hammer strikes the anvil
A stammer of sparks
Scattering across
The far horizon
Spreading new stars
In a darkened universe
But the reality of the
Quiet dryness and
A warm summer breeze
Challenges Thor
In battle
A war he cannot win
The crops cry for relief
From a dry August day
Sheaths of grass dry, dance in the arid field brown
In pursuit of green dreams, meander lives around
Counting its days, a wild plant wilts on ground
Obscured by sudden nimbus clouds, cries the sombre sky
Tear drops of the dreich sky wallop the vast land dry
Sky's tears, sustenance to the wild plant about to die
Starts cascading, the divine drops, one, two, three...
The drenched grateful land grins with glee
Descending drops,
Raise the pulse rates of the wilting crop
Sighs the wild plant as sign of hope
As raindrops swell,
the life-span propels;
August-21-2021
For the contest 'imagism' by Emile Pinet
A handsome hacienda down San Fernando way,
Whose curled sunburned tiles once gleamed from Apollo’s rays
Was home to gentle farmers who worked their crops each day;
And slept in peace while brown night hawks would flirt and play.
Furrowed flowing lines full of fruits and crops, row on row
By workers in torn jeans, with strong hands, made to grow;
Clearing weeds, harvesting as soon as they were able;
To fill up trucks to haul crops for waiting tables.
Big wheels rolled progress in bringing asphalt and cement.
Bold builders paid out cash to further their intent
To turn land beyond agricultural revisions
And erect malls, high rises and subdivisions.
The nurturing life of dirty hands in days of yore
Left for bountiful crops of Valley Girls galore.
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