Imagination Farm Poems

Within his moment, I wouldn't change a thing,
my life right now is earnt,
I got here on my own merit,
proud of all the things I've learnt.

Oh...

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"Imagination works; Fancy plays."
-- a poet of Fancy
(in addition to Imagination)

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The pretty purple picotees and johnny-jump-ups sweet
around the shady...

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There are piggies of The Woods,
there are piggies of The Sea.
Not all piggies are equal;
this is clear to me.

There are piggies who sing -
and they...

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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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Walking on a narrow road 
leading no to where, 
wanting to roam 
with nothing in sight 
dark clouds drift 
across my path
slicing rays of sun...

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Somber gray barn, boards creaking
Humble, meek and mild like the weathered dreams
Falling gentle as rainfall, calming the weary heart
With tender breaths of laughter amid the...

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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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I beg to differ with those romantics
  who imagine a farm is like a zoo

They've never smelled a cow go moo
  or cleaned...

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rooster sounding off                      ...

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The gravel driveway lies outside the barnyard,
a young rider on its back asks if this is the first ride,
and about the reins it bears. Just...

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Wretched thrives going at rapid speeds
Spreading lines like ill manic seeds
Fanatic flowers attacking whack salad weeds 
Hoeing each line with a cocaine breeze 

I sneeze...

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Tiny misshapen meringues, puffs of cloud, float 
Like lacework across the green and brown land 
Far beneath. In the distance, they are a little
Bigger, yet...

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Big Potato..for limerick contest
By
Kevin L Fairbrother

Old Joe the potato grower
Was beside himself in sorrow
For down at his boots
Was a hole so darn deep
His potato’s now...

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I knew a man who always traveled,
 he worked hard and was ever on the go.
He said that he would like to own property,
 a...

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two story abode-
old white wooden planks and beams…
oh how I loved you

strong structured built frame -
cool basement to store; protect…
a great hiding place

vast playroom closet...

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