War Farm Poems

Its a conundrum to me.? In Ukraine i see; farmers
Complaining they can't farm' because of wars harm
The E U did help, droppling tariffs no stealth.'
In...

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Can't say I found the ending 
unpredictable or surprising...
Nonetheless my heart was touched 
by their self-sacrificing...

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Rocky

Rock is not a racehorse, 
he is a tiny Billy goat. 
He thinks he is much larger
than he really is. 
One day, 
he will be...

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It’s now a bird sanctuary,
and has been for some decades now,
the trail wanders through the forest,
past the rock walls of an old house.

The trail itself...

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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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It stands alone four square, white-washed straw-thatched, 
small window panes, black frames, and out back chickens hatched, 
pecking weedy ground around a single willow.
Set just...

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Sunshine rose earlier today, season of warmer weather
Rain and sun tempo touching soil and earth,
Vernal equinox weeks ago bring time of growth and renewal
Spring alive...

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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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I must tell you of a yarn 
About the Prince’s barn 
It sits on a hill 
Overlooking an area where there was so much kill...

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written in octaves

Tom gathers broken branches
and stubs his toes on roots.
Tywhoppity’s rich bottom
is tidied up each autumn.
The ache and pain he stanches
to reap September fruits.
Tom...

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I gotta n itch) Lenin, where alien archeologists 
from outer limits of the twilight zone unearthed 
(com) bust stubble rubble yes likeness of Guy 
Richie...

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Trump says, "Trade Wars are easy to win!"
To be sure, Trump will tweet that again
So far Trump has lost
And can't count the cost
But you will...

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Well, my father was a farmer, just chickens and cows
When it came to raisin' 'em, he really knew how
To milk those bovines for all they...

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Sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust;
it's now a desk which seems a breach of trust.
Clothes made at home had always been a must.  
Married...

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The sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust
Their farmland sapping every last ounce of energy
Animals and crops, entrusted and on her own to adjust
With welcome visits...

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