Long Baled Poems

A Good Mystery


I love a good mystery
A real whodunit,
I love the Hallmark Mystery and Movie Channel,
Nothing like watching Andy Griffith play the part of “Matlock”
He always figured it out
And revealed who the murderer is in...

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“Poor Silas, so concerned for other folk,
And nothing to look backward to with pride,
And nothing to look forward to with hope,
So now and never any different”.......Robert Frost
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Feeling old bones resist the labor of harvest
One last...

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Sending the tending to an unfriended ending,
 yet somehow suspending from rending a newly offending recommending.
Logotype monotype linotype,
overripe stereotype,
 teletyped an unripe heliotype. 
Guttersnipe snipe,
 stipe snipe ripe,
 a wipe type a tripe, 
unleash a...

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Sun is rising, birds are cooing,
              and I am up, up and doing,
the billy’s on, tea is brewing
    ...

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YOU ARE IN A CAR WITH CHARCOAL BLAZING IN THE BOOT....DID IT EXPLODE :)
Bernie Kinnear was a blacksmith who  needed charcoal
so they brought some by car to the smithy...trouble was it came to life...

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Take these beans the vendor said
They are the best that ever grew
A marvelous crop they’ll bring
The best beans I ever knew
How much for them? A dollar
He put them in my hand
Do you think they will...

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In November when frost was on the punkin and corn was stacked in shocks,
And the snows began to fall and geese flew southward in V-shaped flocks,
'Twas time to gather in the corn for a huskin'...

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I am not made for these modern times
Missouri mud runs through my veins
unspoiled country air flows through my lungs.
my roots are intertwined in the bedrock 
of culture, traditions and folklore 
of a pioneer Midwest

My heart...

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This is a seven minute write.
In seven minutes, I go to bed.
But first, I will continue.
When ghosts…
When roasts…
Go to bed.
Go away to the barn where hay is baled.
And trails of mud lead to the kitchen.
And...

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Ribbons of purple are splayed out in tractor rows of elegance
A foot off the ground, spreading lavender faerie fragrance
Oh, sweet lavender blue, dilly dilly, Lavender blue, Billy, Billy!
Great day to fall in love, silly silly....

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Cold dark wind
Upon my face
The weathers
Turning bad
Black blizzard 
On the horizon
The devils up 
My sleeve
Starched memories
And fish hooks
I turned my back
On society
Bent upon a dream 
Frozen bamboo
Across my legs
Toes that hardly 
Scream.
Sleeting now
In this boat
Afloat...

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WINTER IN AN IOWA CORNFIELD

Why start nattering about lucky tracks
Neath a tarnished night of a waning storm?
Haystacks in a disciplined platoon wait
With hooded coats, caves of hibernation,
Standing in formation with watchfulness.
Six columns and six rows...

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