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GO, NO STAY

GO, NO—STAY

Deport those filthy illegals, go call the cops!
But not the brown losers who are picking our crops
We won’t tell them to go
Who else would stoop so low?
And it would cause inflation in our grocery shops

Categories: harvester, america, anger, conflict, irony,
Form: Limerick

Halloween Harvester

In Halloween week once the days have turned dark
He lurks where the lamplight cannot leave it’s mark
And late night dog walkers whose dogs do not bark
All steer a wide path as he harvests the park

By day he is nought but a grass covered mound
But a light in the night would show flat level ground
His nocturnal

Categories: harvester, halloween,
Form: Rhyme

The Hasty Harvester

bristled tail flitting
ears piqued squirrel's hollow cheeks
Hawk swiftly charges

Categories: harvester, appreciation, nature, tree,
Form: Haiku

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

My Dog Is a Combine Harvester

is a combine harvester
mowing down food
without any mercy

Categories: harvester, desire, metaphor,
Form: Triolet

The Harvester

the harvester comes
she is laden with nectar~~~
he reaps her sweetness

Eileen Manassian

Categories: harvester, sensual,
Form: Senryu

Halloween Harvester of Souls

Halloween Harvester Of Souls 

It was October.   The time was right, or was it now, or later
It’s all the same to me, stuck here in isolation
Ripe for exploitation
The parents took off to Europe for a spell
My medication makes me swoon
The moon sliced its way into my room and made a pattern.
It appeared to

Categories: harvester, conflict, confusion, house, identity,
Form: Free verse

Musa the Village Honey Harvester

bees make honey-old news
and Musa,
yes Musa, the rugged, 
self acclaimed village bachelor harvests honey
his farm has a drone of hives,
bees seem to like him
and for some reason, the village women as well

this day, under a hot tropical sun, 
a bunch of old village men sit crouched
the agenda of the day awaits
on one side sits Musa

Categories: harvester, cheer up, community, conflict,
Form: Lyric

The Harvester

Out of the lone evening of overgrowth
I come arms laden with stalks
That have dry leaves and no fruit.
My harvest of memory is woeful
And dilapidated,
Besides history's recondite shadows
Keep tripping my speech
There are gaping holes in the past
And in the reconstruction of any vision.
One can only start anew:
The first gospel of my alterity.
Something in the harvest though
Forbids

Categories: harvester, recovery from...,
Form: Free verse

Harvester

Anger to which I’ve grown
A friend, to me my own
The fear comes creeping close
To claim me as its host

I’m scared, I’m mad
Pining for what I had
Offered, stolen in haste
Makes me think it’s all a waste

Safety, future
Sacrificed unto her

Harvester of sorrow
Beside myself with fear

Paranoid beyond belief
Anticipating the thief
To come and take away
What has stolen so many

Categories: harvester, angst, me, me,
Form: Free verse