Hate Farm Poems

“Why raise this much crude alarm
Over the schemed little harm
To just chop off your left arm
Leaving your right for your farm…

Left arm coming to gross...

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The roots of our political system,
    Have grown up through some infertile topsoil.
As excessive and targeted 'cash-dusting' ...
    Has...

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It was late afternoon on the 27th of June.
I was sitting on my porch, just whistling a tune.
Having just returned from a European tour;
My bride...

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Its skeletal bones bare
Eyes still stare 
All that remains is the soul
A drift as a shadow lingers there
A bare bulb blares
sways absently silently 
in the...

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I badly fear feuding cattle,
Vexed into a ferocious battle;
An endless shudder at the goring horn
To them granted when they were born.

I could imprison the defecating...

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A Feline Fable

Old grandmother cow I think her name was Bessy.
Would often scold the kitty cats for leaving everything so messy.
She’d make sure they drank...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Sponsor: John Lawless
September 15, 2020
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Song of the Humble Scythe

My fellow men at arms, today we fight!
Courageous men of fields, that...

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“Deep, deep, deep. Listen and hear our faint gait.
Sanitation, fluorescent lights, and a PC pillow for smother.
Agree! Agree! Atone! Suck it in and suff-o-cate.
White-ness. Black....

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The Gardener

The lovely lady goes to church, 
I see her every week.
I know her name, 
Fairy…
Garden…
Angel…

You plant seeds, 
tiny, like mustard…
You cover them with love,
understanding,...

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When our neighbor bought our country estate
One where daddy had worked with his might
Cutting down trees to heat the house at night
Where we slept without...

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Once there was a country boy called Chester,
     he came from the rural Appalachians;
got himself a farming job not far from...

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Asset rich and cash poor
Farming’s now a constant war
Stupid rules; I’ve had enough
It’s getting hard and bloody rough.
More rules and forms come everyday
A thousand bastards...

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Cool, Hot
Spot,rot

Here, me
There,tea

Hand, pain
Main,sprain

Hate, date
Ripe, rate

I, do
cows,moo...

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Tragedy in Pennsylvania
      October, 2006

I watched 34 carriages 
and buggies snake toward 
three empty hand-dug graves.
		
"Our lives are shattered," is...

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