Hoeing there and
trying to
make the fake food
stuff grow i
found inside a
cracked line some
specimens of
unarmed rat fish
that had
futon sponges
glued to
them along with
all the other odd sermons
about
blundering humility
and how
the thin react to knights in
white sat-
in sheets when the weak end bend-
ers play to come dribbling out
their un-
locked crates and great granny nook
holes.
Hands hold tight to the loose ends of hope
As we toil and crack, night and day,
Hoeing up bits of earth and its fragile retributions.
Our crops and little beads of sweat drip to waste
On the ground’s boiling soils.
Eyeh is another name for a deceased generation.
The ones that sprout stubbornly through restive
Delays get re-greened, losing vibes of communal
Watering, ceremonial baptisms.
Birds build their nests in haste,
When bent cusp-blades sprout secretly at twilights,
Behind ethereal curtains of dawn falling
To the consternation of treacly, bitter syrups of time . . .
Is this continuous planting . . . and delirious season?
Has it come to that —when drunken war mongers
Form weapons from slats of pallid bamboo stationed
At the guard posts of violated yams and their flaccid
Tendrils?
I fear.
Such suzerainty over yellowing crops
Transcends the coats of black dust hiding from the disease
Of identity.
It is still planting season, brethren.
The deafening sounds of cannons shake the stalks yonder.
There's a smug dance of weevils on the graves of tubers.
bonasa umbellus--- "cloak of secrecy"
A warp drive is a theoretical concept that
moves a spacecraft by compressing space
in front of it and expanding space behind
it, creating a "warp bubble"A cloche
french for bell.
The limbs of the hickory wii be fashioned
and forged into a bassoon.
" Hezzah Hoeing"
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Manila Clam Hand Hoe
Clam Hoe/Fork
Solen brevis
sandy-muddy tidal areas.
Other species, such as
Amiantis umbonella
Barbatia decussata
tivela damaoides,
being prominent in
clam feastated areas
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Calmness signals heart's strength
Watching closely what words lock,
To blind reasoning behind acceptance
Of mind's choice cum conviction's stand:
"Follow what you feel, time will heal,
Life's treat that seems a difficult conceit,
Understanding couldn't beat or mistreat
Before it reveals its effective ideal seal"
Covered up by deceit's travelling length,
Like truth won't be able to meet and unlock...
Its acquired position as of due accordance-
When challenged, it ends up been banned:
"Choose what you need; sow a kind seed,
Life is about growing, no one is perfect knowing
Right-wrong deeds, unless learnt while trials mislead
Many a time hoeing yet never give up sowing"
Once, a little Spanish girl
was given a "regalo" -
a dainty little potted plant,
a purple-petaled mallow.
She set it in a sunny spot,
beneath a southern window,
re-housed it in an iron pot
and named it, "Don Galindo".
She gave it water every day,
and gave its loam a hoeing.
She talked to it and petted it,
and marveled at its growing.
Her plant rose tall and strong and fine,
rewarding all her labors:
"¡Te quiero!" sighed the little girl:
"¡Que raro!" cried the neighbors.
Joy never lasts, grief always comes,
said someone (maybe Byron?)
Galindo's roaming, ravenous roots
were hemmed-in by the iron.
The fine plant sickened and declined,
all hopes of salvage scuppered:
its lower parts, by steel confined,
could not sustain the upper.
And so, the moral of our tale -
resisting is not giving.
Do not preclude, prevent, prevail -
rigidity's all very well,
but soon turns heaven into hell!
Give in to me -
set us both free -
don't cramp or crowd -
things disallowed
can hardly go on living.
I was the offspring of two farm kids who fell in love.
They both were up at four a.m. to do their chores.
Five o’clock would have seemed like a gift in their childhoods.
So, they gave me that gift of “sleeping in” until five.
I did not have eggs to gather, a cow to milk or feed to spread.
But I did have a slew of chores, and this was not a request.
There were three of us kids, we still get up at five.
I text my sister at 5:05 and she asks, “What took you so long?”
Five a.m. is our regular wake up time.
We could get more things finished before school than a teacher.
hoeing, weeding, raking….
in the dark? We had a streetlight, didn’t we?
One time I said to my sister “why do we have to be busy every second?”
She laughed.
We were farm kid’s kids, she reminded me.
I texted her at 5:01 today and she texted back “been up since four”.
vegetable hag came by her name and occupation naturally
She grows vegetables in gardens, I think she has twenty-three
her carrots are enormous, her radishes amazingly red
She will be hoeing and growing every year until she is dead
We tried to help her in the garden, but she chased us away
You just want to steal my produce, she screamed at my cousin Gray
I will never offer to help her again, he said. She is a mean old hag.
I was glad we got chased off, taking care of a garden can be a drag.
My mother buys vegetable hag’s produce on corner across the street.
She took her a cupcake, and vegetable hag said “oh, my, what a treat!”
her turnips are round and ripe. and her lettuce is crispy and green.
She is not only a vegetable hag, she is the vegetable queen.
Grandma used to live in a boat, and she was sometimes rowing
But she got rid of grandpa, who now lives with a gardener who is hoeing.
Grandma is surrounded by thimbles, needles, and fat quarters showing
We always say, “If she is not sewing, then she is sewing”
It might not make sense to you, for you are not knowing
That our grandma is always, and I mean always sewing.
Marta decided to garden herself happy
It was the thing she used to love to do
with her grandparents, Big Pappy
and her grandmother, Nora Sue.
They had spent many hours planting their seeds
Hoeing, tilling, raking, and getting rid of weeds
their bounty came in July, and sometimes in June
They were still working, singing a communal tune.
Big pappy would whistle, Nora Sue would hum.
Marta planted her garden, chewing her gum
Putting seed packages on stakes so she would remember
what she had planted; what she would can in September
As she made these new memories, she remembered her roots.
Her apple trees were generous, they provided her fruits.
Carrots, cabbages, corn and pumpkins came along this July.
She smiled at the heavens, feeling her grandparents in the sky.
morning plans cancelled
there will be no gardening
to wet too muddy
the ground rejoices
saved from tilling and hoeing
by summer's rainstorm
I grew up in a small rural Iowa town
my parents were spawn of farmers
we had “farms” out in the country
we did not live on them but we planted them
our summers were spent hoeing, weeding, raking.
a child I teach stopped me. “There is a hoe in this story?”
Loud laughter. They know about hoes apparently.
I have to explain about the other kind of hoes.
we planted our crops in straight rows made by a tractor
then put a neat wooden cross at the end of each row
telling what we had planted there – radishes, carrots, lettuce,
there is nothing like a homegrown tomato or a homegrown radish
store bought produce cannot hope to compete.
Dog gone gardeners so long in the tooth.
They are planting beans today along with old Ruth.
Their overalls are straight, their tails are a wagg’n.
By six o’clock tonight, they may both be dragg’n.
Dog gone gardeners, their faces are long.
They are hoeing up the earth, barking a song.
They each have a hankie for the sweat that will drip.
Both of them just let a gas bubble rip!
Dog gone gardeners, you are in touch with the land.
Your radishes and carrots will truly be grand.
It is a lot of work, but in August it will be worth the wait.
Your vegetables and flowers truly are great!
AN EASY LIFE
Knowing not a lot about
Growing things from seed,
Sowing in the proper places,
Hoeing out the weeds
Sought alternative solutions,
Thought I’d scrap the flower bed.
Ought to make my life far simpler.
Bought a patio instead.
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Gown, mask, gloves, only eyes showing,
Intent in her task as Hopkins nurse,
Covid 19 victims owing,
Their repair, escaping fate serious,
To Hill-Bill types not "Status Quo-ing",
Risking danger, putting care first,
Huddle of "1st Class" providers "Pow Wowing",
Pooling talents, to forestall the worst,
Keeping life flowing, families knowing,
Nurses give care in earnest,
Corona row can be tough hoeing,
We're alive to splash not be a tourist,
Hil's pals keep vital signs glowing,
So be "Heroist" in losses "Zeroist"!
Witch One had no mind of her own.
She followed Witch Two around doing whatever she did.
Witch Two tried to shake her, left her at home.
But she always came running up; she had lost her own id.
If Witch Two was hoeing, Witch One would grab a rake.
If Witch Two was cooking, Witch One would try to bake.
If Witch Two was in the bed, Witch One would jump in too.
Their mother saw a problem, but did not know what to do.
You have to come up with some interests and hobbies of your own.
She told Witch One. You bother your twin from here to Kalamazoo.
Witch Two got married, and Witch One hid under an invisible cone.
Their husband has no idea he’s not married to one, but two.
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