Husbandry Poems | Examples

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‘Neither a borrower nor a lender be; for loan oft loses both itself and friend, and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.’
Hamlet, Act 1, Scene 3 by Shakespeare

That $100 you wanted to borrow~
Forget it, I don’t want my edge dulled!!!!!

Love Applause

then might we be One
who's husbandry you
have made me
night you excit me in
silence
that your voice shall sing our
love in song
than that we shall be
flowered, kissed, and satisfied

Than might we be as one
that you have madest me wait
simmered my passions
might you handle me
handled me into your purpose
that you may never need to
lie to evade me

Might we be as one
in truest lovers Honesty
as lovers
united together
in a quirkes of belonging


Then with one
another might
 we love
never to speak of 
us apart
might we love
might we love
might we forever be in love

Mittss and Doodle

Baby you mean the world
to me
not doubt about it
I want the world to see
We talking love
comittments
and obligation
love me honestly
love me honestly
noble thoughts
thrilling reflections
positioning me
into a lovers usefulness
to disagree
would leave me rejected
keep you close
what we have together
we start to protect it
exicted in my own mind
to speak 
I love you
a husbandry natural
wrecked of loneliness
I never wanna be like that
the hunger and want
to the rendering of us together
early insights
to say you'll leave me never
I can truely say
in candor truth and being sincere
I love you
is something 
I need to hear


From Blue skies dark nights
by Matthews and Driggs
Composed by Fendt Ludovico
and Calow Ludovico
some appears from
"Warm Jacket: Cold Woman"
performed by Mittez and Doodle Music Company

A Pondage

Built pondage on the river
To benefice farming and husbandry;
Fruitful sources of food for the villagers.
Right-minded under the Nature.

Any pondage has strengths and weaknesses.
The builder must prepare for its consequence 
Pondage can retain the water 
From rain or streams of the upper forest.
Pondage can delay the water, 
But drainage must be built. 
If not, the pondage will evoke problems:
The water will overflow, collapse the dam,
Flood houses and, farms and destroy livestock. 

Build a pondage on the mass 
Is to retain the people’s thinking, 
Must also build suitable drainage. 
Otherwise, the people’s needs will overflow.
Limiting men’s minds is breaking their hearts:
The dictatorial way!

The Rose

The rose that didn't 
know herself a thing
of perennial beauty – 

of vibrant color,
entrancing scent – 

the long-time
study of bouquets,

of sentimental verses,

of flawless princesses
and jealous witch's 
curses – a rose who 
never grew to cherish  
the blossoming of gifted 
being – 

never looked more deeply
beyond the shallow face 
of a painful moment's dark
crystal, into the sacred heart
of a bejeweled core – 

all life are forms of
buds and blossoms – 
man's duty
learning the husbandry
of seeing
and respecting

each petal spent
a fertile encore

death a heartfelt finale

for tears and then applause

Husbandry

C*nt is the oldest word
the only word
for female genitalia 
it also means cow

Every farmer knows
the cow means more
than an unborn calf


~The Insolent Rib

Pigs

I
Decades in America changed me
Yes, piglets are cute, obese ones not!
America regulates farming,  pets, husbandry 
People of color, here, practice pig-cleaning:
Pigs eat human feces; toilets are rude
And no toilet skills are taught
The public schools say, Kids can't use
Toilets right, so buildings stink, fail
(In my township, as in schools, feces flow
as thick sludge where feet & wheels go)
African owned cows walk the streets too

II
Pigs pass my fenced cottage (I rent)
I send them off with rock and stone
A neighbor said, "Don't kill them."
I said, "I'm sending them home; 
They don't belong here, near me."
But I like goats & cows near my fence!
This is my missionary work - on defence:
But sharing in this township Jesus sent 
Me (as "apostolos") to evangelize
I am making some headway with kids
Only because Holy Spirit leads us
(Wendy and me; she gave up pork
Two years ago; we strive for kosher)
Lazy lives: LORD, prevent us living so

Where Are You Lisa and Mo

I
Insolent Rib is only so
Until you speak poetry
and daily fare
Philosophy
I miss her
when she's busy
universalizing charity
all and sundry
animal husbandry
in her way (with Nature)

II
Some days (my lady
here knows its some days)
I miss their comradarie
The earth seems oddly quiet
When they do not speak
So, without having met
They are family yet
My Family of Poetry
Write, Heal, Shine Bright

Bone Meals

Bones remain, retain, and nourish
the under-croft, the terrain,
the meadow green.
Bones replant. They are meals for
the mouths of ghosts.

The dead feed the living,
and the living cut down the alive
to feed themselves.
The world must eat itself.
This is called husbandry and farming.
It is also called shopping and carrying,
killing, and butchery.
Those that eat only vegetables
also partake;
for the leaf and stalk
are seeded in the mellowing marrow
of a long planted bone-sown mire.
Often bones are dropped into the soil
as if the dirt were an ocean
and the land all that is or was left-over.
This is known as litter.

A grave is a half-way house,
Urns are waiting rooms.
Worms wheel the bon-rich earth
towards the sky for its blessing.
Osseous is the ancestry that seeds nations.

What follows bone and bone ash
becomes the crop, the tomorrow-cart
laden with its bone harvest.
Bone-flowers scent the air
from the empty canals of nowhere.

Bones scaffold wingspans,
they riddle citadels of stone.
Bones in tombs and catacombs
are pabulum for the larder.
A storage for generations.

Bone-Meals

Bones and their ash remain,
retain and nourish
the under-croft, the terrain.
The meadow green.
Bones replant.

The dead feed the living,
and the living cut down the living
to feed themselves.
The world must eat itself.
This is called husbandry and farming.
It is also called shopping and carrying,
killing, and butchery.
Those that eat only vegetables
also partake.

A grave is a half-way house,
Urns are waiting rooms.
The soil nurses bones,
worms wheel the earth towards the sky
for its blessing.
Osseous clouds seed nations.

What follows bone and bone ash
becomes the crop,
the tomorrow-cart laden
with its bone harvest.
Bone-flowers scent the air.

Bones underpin bridges and wingspans,
citadels of stone.
Bone dust scaffolds every stem and branch.

Bones in tombs and catacombs
are food for the larder.
A storage for generations.

Stars shed their elemental dust,
becoming bone fodder.
Bone ash is the genesis
of all unknown beginnings.

It Is a Pity

Relishing on sour foods left over night
Grains only fit for the husbandry
Sucking the unrefined milk after a cow’s fight
Generating the most unhygienic dairy
Diseases are thriving with unchallenged might
So everyone is a victim of the gory

Future Time Traveler Looks Back One Century Ago Part One

Circa April 17th, 2120, or 1820 military time,
yours truly attempted crafting id est feeble rhyme
far from madding crowd, nevertheless yet lovely
bones and flesh quite spry, still considered prime
(moost procreative, prodigious, and progressive)

stage, since (case ye didn't know) approximately
eight score orbitz round Earth's sun still noontime
chronologically analogous to protracted lunchtime
whereat the average offspring jetson or (daughter)

Born twenty years into twenty second century alive
and well (still hashtagged as precocious) with drive
to safely, sidestep, and surmount establishmentarian
archaic, formulaic, and mosaic Judaic/Christian give
wry master of words (me) take poetic license to jive
reasonably rhyming nope heart tickle early misthrive

moost definitely dirty deeds done dirt cheap (trick)
super tramping space cowboy lobbing power-drive
re: frequently innocent prelapsarian double entendre
(Jean Jacques Rousseau) Noble Savage he doth strive
even though hanky panky tinged entire his/her story,
Homo sapiens animal husbandry hastily did wive.

Ministry Workers

Labouring together*
We serve Christ in faith by His power
As God’s husbandry inside His vineyard’s border.

Working by the Lord’s grace
Blessed we are with opportunities of blessings’ rays 
As His called-ones to do His perfect will with divine praise.

Ministering in the Saviour’s name
Against worldliness’ fame of arrogance-claim
As His faithful stewards, fulfilling His command along joy’s flame.

*1Corinthians 3:9 For we are labourers together with God: ye are God's husbandry, ye are God's building.

August 27, 2019

Poppies Among the Crosses

Fields of France are filled with blood-red poppies
Where also bloom the lily-white crosses:
Each buried youth a seed, now bursting forth 
Into a stark white cruciform flower:
Row upon row, rank after serried rank,
A spiky grid overlying acre 
After acre in silent panoply,
Swan-mute as stillborns, yet shrieking their pain.
A century has failed to lay their griefs.

But such gardens aren’t anywise unique.
On every continent, in every age,
The fields are sown:  and so among the trees
And forests, steppes and prairies, cities
And wastelands, the precious seed is planted,
The harvest bitter in its barrenness.
Instead of poppies, palms or rank lianes,
Brush or tundra, timber, sedge or seaweed
Grow where crosses never got to flower:
Even those gaunt reminders are missing
To give their witness to the seed thus sown,
The sacrifice and sacred blood there spent. 

And so it goes: so it’s been since people
First appeared. And will go on: tomorrow
And the day after, still the sowing will 
Continue. Perhaps someday our wisdom 
And compassion may grow enough to wean
Us of this savage, mindless husbandry:
Today, it seems a thousand years away.

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