Farms Poems

Trolls, Bots and Spidered Webs

Through false truth, the Rus reclaims hegemony,
Farming trolls to be enrolled,
'Neath bridges, clowns, see enemies, 
Puking riddles on those tolled.

Then the bots deliver the hurl,
Regurgitate into the net,
Till truth is common as a pearl,
Yet what you see is what you get.

Spidered webs entangle yonder,
The language largely modeled,
And artificial minds are left to ponder,
Which words are

The Orange Brick House in Westridge Farms

I was worried they’d paint the house brown
Or red or green or blue.
I couldn’t even imagine 
They’d turn it into something new

Now they’re ripping up the floorboards
Like your absence tore my heart.
It’s as though every nail they place
Tears us further apart. 

300 miles plus an extra six feet,
3.5 hours turned into four.
But we never make

Farms And Cooks

collect and do soup
I love farming and cooking 
do you love farming?

Autumn

Schools ring out with the sighs of freedom lost,
empty hearts break as a summer love moves along.
Bright wildflowers fade under the burden of frost,
birds fill the air with the tunes of migrating songs.

Night grows longer as it steals away the hours, 
of warmth and sunlight from another struggling day. 
The sun becomes weaker as darkness

Normal For Me

His eyes untrusting brown
Brows furrowed in permanent frown 
Skin weathered
From the ground he tendered 
And the whiskey goes down.

His unruly dark hair 
Living a life he can’t bare
Heart hardened 
Like the soil he pounded
And the whiskey goes down.

His tanned arms 
Strength running the farms
Frustration heated
From the fire he beat
And the whiskey goes down.

Papa I cry

Blue Horizon

i'm chasing a blue horizon
in fleeting moments of a fresh dawn


searching for acceptance
hiding somewhere in the corn fields


the clouds are looking promising
swimming between silver grain silos


in a sea of farms my indifferent thoughts catch
only on the wooden telephone poles


gravel road beneath my feet tempting
if i run fast enough
i could disappear in the blue horizon

The Business of Autumn

The Business of Autumn 
David J Walker

1.	The season of dry clouds and Canada Geese
        Arrived over the weekend

2.	The weatherman says the freeze was 
        too light last night to have been noticed 

3.	A frost is in the forecast but rescheduled 

A Frostbite Forecast

A Frost Bite Forecast
David J Walker 

It was the first night of frost
Biting the fallow farms 
Stretching its icy arms across
The plowed grounds

Touching agrestic towns left
Dressed in white 

Winter, sounding its alarms
That its’ bitter bite is coming
Ice and snow soon to follow

Califia Farms Coconut Almond Milk First Serving

Truth be told said topic minimally embellished
rather, prattling youthful looking
baby booming geezer
precious time (yours), he doth bilk
(cue sinister mock-up halloween voice)

moost valuable intangible
outstripping fine spun golden silk,
yet coronavirus (COVID-19) quarantine
drives dingbat to whole new level
wits end where sonar helps sound out his ilk.

Think me swallowing, gulping, and asphyxiating
essential experiencing ill humor versus zest
suddenly impossible mission

Califia Farms Coconut Almond Milk Second Serving

warrants life experiences to entail electronic knighthood,
and/or his female counterpart secularly baptized
bitta bing bitta bang fiber optically blessed
communication courtesy poetry offers level best
modality as ye will subsequently attest.

Here, now be my (virtual and/ augmented) guest
to experience former don requisite paraphernalia
quite sophisticated electronics even average
Luddite would be impressed
i.e. headsets loaded with gyroscopes and other
sensors to track

Honey Bee

Soft golden brown, so plain to see,
A solitary honeybee
Busy buzzing from bloom to bloom
No more bees though plenty of room.

Fireflies seem fewer anymore
Where thousands glowed in days of yore.
Passenger pigeons once filled skies
But ladies’ plumes brought their demise.

Stars still twinkle but seem less bright;
Driven dimmer by city light.
More children are alone at night
As deadbeat fathers

Chicken Farms With Hogs

if your from the country side
the land is wide
 plenty of logs
mabe bargaring dog
ON THIS
CHICKEN
FARM WITH HOGS

The Country and Farms

its  roads
its can be goal
mabe get a way
there  open air day
and hog runing dogs
some paly roll logs
you  have a larg barn
its the
COUNTRY AND A
FARM

Book Farms

I'm not gay  but you.  ARE beautiful

   & yellows walk by

  on two pink sticks_____hunched black
cowboy hats shoot
   #Shooting Stars#

AND booked worms abused by Mr. Jones
of Manor Farm are bet'er than

book
_____
MANAGERS
in brick and mortar.

:: 07-14-2018 ::

A Good Man

Since he first walked, he made the outdoors his
while at home, paternal love was shown with fists.
His Mother’s love wasn’t enough for him to resist
leaving home and his Father’s frequent body hits.
He fell to his knees, “God, I need to be a man
and I’m only fifteen, so please hold my hand.
Father, help me become a

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