Farmer Poems - Poems about Farmer

Thoughts of a Banana Farmer

Now I

want to be a banana 
plant, swinging in the wind,
free from the knots of debt.

The shards of dreams won’t wound
me again. Ever. I’ll never be hunted
by the loan sharks with serrated teeth. The 
weevil thought cannot perforate the corm of my peace.

Away from the waves of suicide, I’ll live–listening to the
Asian koel. I can

A Genocide

Kill the Boer, kill the farmer

A song sung in a stadium by thousands

Reverberating a chorus of spine-chilling fear

A call to incite hatred and violence

Tomorrow, we mourn - another farmer



Umshini wami (my machine gun)

Paralysing fear runs through your soul

To wipe out the Boer and the farmer

A call to genocide, they cajole

Rat-a-tat, see how they run



There is

My Village - Monsoon Flood

The skies now dark with swollen grief,
Rain lashes roofs beyond belief.
The monsoon comes not soft, but roaring seas,
It spares no home and trees, nor man, nor child.

Before my eyes - truth too raw to bear,
A mother staggered through the despair,
Clutching her sack above the flood,
Her last few grains, her sweat, her blood.

The fields we tilled

The Echo Returns Not

A farmer ploughs his field,
And sows the quality seed,
Expecting a bumper yield.
He is so ambitious in deed!
The minimum support price,
He fails to get for his produce,
Instead receives many an advice.
Finally, found hanging to a noose!

His Echo Returns Not!!

A bride as a spouse,
In mind with many a hope,
Enters her in-laws house!
With them, she can’t cope!
For her

Feed the folk, this rulings a joke'

Andrew Cooper farmer of the land, of Croyde Devon; in old
England decided he'd plough some fields again? as the sun was shining through the English rain, yet some eco-loonies including a judge? hit him with fines and orders and they don't want to
Want to budge.' O K he remted it to the relic's archialogical
Whatsama-thingammy..Cant deny

Farmer under the azure sky

Under the azure sky
And,in the green fields
The beauty of farmer's life high.

His home with tin roof house high
And earthern floor bare
With mud walls everywhere.

It is a part of nature's grace
Nestled in a beautiful place
Where tranquility finds bare.

But in the tranquil scene
Waiting for the monsoon keen
His hope and dream serene.

Middlemen exploiting his way
Leaving him with no

Farmer Fred Sings Seeger

It was halftime of the football game
Grabbed an umbrella and strolled down the lane
Saw Farmer Fred out singing in the rain
These were the words of his refrain

Where have all the voters gone?
Hard time knowing
Where have all the voters gone?
Four years ago
Where have all the voters gone?
The Dems have lost them everyone
Oh, when will they ever

I Thank

I thank the sun ...
The soil, the summer rain,
I thank the apple tree
The fields of golden grain

I thank the corn crops
And the pumpkin patch, 
I thank the warm barn
Where new poults hatch

I thank Tom turkey ...
From down on the farm,
And the good old farmer
Who caused him no harm

I thank the potato fields 
And the pecan

John Farmer

In memory of John Farmer, a man so bold, 
An ironworker’s tale, in stories retold. 
From Local 46, his strength did shine, 
In New York’s skyline, his work divine.
A skydiver brave, he soared the skies, 
Twice he faced death, but still did rise. 
With a heart full of courage, he took the leap, 
In the

No Romance for Farmer Fred

Farmer Fred on the day he was wed
Believed every word he said
He knew his light of love Nancy
Was so much more than a passing fancy
Nancy had brains, beauty, and drive
With her by his side, Fred felt so alive
Now after forty years of wedded bliss
Fred thought he'd give Nancy a kiss
So Fred gives her his famous

Resilience

river in full spate
yoke of oxen wade calmly
confident farmer

FARMER SEED PLANTER My SpokenWord

Rich is the language evocated clear emphasis
On divine nature of humanity and the beauty of,
His creation the imagination imagery of a seed.
A planter wound man and the birth process is a stunning metaphor for the miracle of Life And the connection between the spiritual and physical 
Realms the channel and the gateway symbols 
Represent the

Poll

A farmer drove into town.
Some posters made him frown.
They said, "Go to the Poll".
He said,"In the pasture below?"
"Right now, they're standing a'chowin'".

(To understand this limerick, you must understand that a polled cow has no horns from birth)

wife irritates Farmer B

Farmer B spent the day moving a carrot from Farm A to B.
Why didn’t you plant it in B in the first place asked his wife, C.
He had no reply, for it made sense, and irritated him a little.
She is an older gal with a tiny beard, and sometimes a bit of spittle.

Cheddar Cheese

The farmer said his cow was a Swiss.
Lou said  "Tell me one thing, and it is this.
Does it make holes in the cheese,
Using Swiss milk, if you please?"
Farmer said,  "No. But the cheddar is bliss."

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