Harvested Poems - Poems about Harvested

Most Beloved Woman I Lost was in my heart, as enchanted rose that I didn't harvest, I didn't cultivate...!...

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He is The-Easily-Frightened Graham, His Natural Father Amram Abraham; Like Lord God’s Abraham could farm But unlike him could kill or harm Either with his right or left arm Normally meant for just his farm … And harmed he did A Sir Wickham In his hand, a harvested yam And he was sure “One from my farm!” His challengers misery like a balm: A...

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On right time and due all with love being harvested with love is picked...

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Harvested molded clay when you lose your way Jesus is a way maker Jesus finds a way He's right there at the harvest 'Im soiled clay God molds me 2/23/21 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021...

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If it is true that only one fundamental, all or nothing, choice in evolutionary life is offered-- To eat or become someone else's dinner Then, are you choosing to remain the Exclusive Eater, Selfish Harvester, or the Weakest Plant not yet sacrificially eaten? What if both could be true for you? Cooperatively planting what we will inevitably harvest together To gather only what we planted: One both/and still connected nutrition...

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So I harvested loyal, lonely love harvested legendary, lively love harvested lovely, loving love little love low love lovable, lean love harvested loud, lucky love harvested lovable, long love harvested lush, lit light love harvested I 3/2/20 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©...

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CLAY MAN HARVESTED MOLD FROM CLAY-- God I am your harvest I’m your won’t you come cultivate me Oh, Lord I am your harvest Liken a planted tree Won’t you come mold me like a pot of clay Lord my God make me in your image today; 2/7/19 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©...

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Nature's Harvested Bounty Deep and dark are the thick , tall forested hills where swift icy streams send cold crossing chills Thinning out where the trees meet the grassy meadows and fields hunters reap the harvest that nature so bountifully yields An early morning hunt that provided food for hearth and home gathered with weapons...

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I waited in the darkness, whispering secret prayers Summoned from my long lost faith. I gazed at the moon as it was repeatedly sliced By the momentous raising of his mighty arm. I can hear their coarse calls to each other, Gentle swishing and crushing As they carefully make their way In this moonlight maize. I have been found; the reaping will begin. He...

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