Dark Farm Poems

I once told a story about my 
Ex-girlfriend Gormless Sue
Well that was part one
And this is part two

Gormless Sue had a farm
She lived in a...

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Lots of people were once scattered throughout those farmlands.
But now nearly all those farm hands and sharecroppers are gone.
But in my heart and mind, there's...

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A rotted old house deep in the South
Was where I learned to shut my mouth
And keep my stockings high and my hems low
And take care...

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Fielschgenuss erster Gute
They spoke of her as a bedswerver
words that only made it more difficult to
understand why I had become privy
to these conversation.
The Harrows and...

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Walking country roads, farmlands, my dreams rouse
Faith blessing those who believe in His grace
Over meadows, past gardens, through the house
Erasing dark with morn’s stirring embrace

Faith...

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She kisses away the weariness,
Burdens – inklings of the mystery
Birthed by her dream, hope
Remembered in the evening when
The calf nuzzled – her nourishing, nurturing
Gentle as...

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In his weary hour
The legumes blossom on time;
Out of jocundity in honour
Of the beautiful turf
The drowsy peasant peak.

His weird blistered palm blimey,
 His nasty regalia...

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We listened to Aretha's story 
Sacred, bittersweet and certainly tear stained
Like a church window

You and I
Desperate for rest 
And the get up and go that...

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“Oh you, so-called Prophet Mani, preacher of division, answer this simple question without strife?"

“What is your question which your soul wants to hear to see...

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The dark Earth that green springs forth
With grey, iron hoes dug in 
So sweet fruits are born 

Life’s Soul is the world 
Sun and moon...

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Blue skies above,
Green grass below.
Hot springs still,
Cool waters flow.

Wind blows soft,
Trees stand tall.
Clouds drift by,
Warm rains fall.

Corn stalks sway,
Bull frogs croak.
Squirrels take shelter,
Wheat fields soak.

Sun...

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Farm kids wake up before the roosters
We do our chores twice a day in the dark
Once in the morning, and once in the evening
It is...

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Soon I shall retreat to the mountains up north
To my home in those West Virginia hills,
Where songs of the mountaineers call me forth
I can hear...

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Springtime is upon us:
    It’s a walk in the park.
The peach trees are showing;
    They’re beginning to bud.

But March...

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I lived on a rolling green farm, and I had a love of astronomy;
And peered at skies of sleepless nighttime, so vast and starry.

It had...

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