Long Cobs Poems

Bitter Wind 

With the winds beginning in the autumn season, the Soul seems to be a leaf falling towards new pain. 
In the heat of the fire flying with the wind, it inhales us with...

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I grew up and out on a four family-owned,
and cooperatively-organized,
extended matriarchal farm.

Four interdependent 1940s through 1970s patriarchally managed businesses,
without substantial questions about who should wear pants,
yet with a surprising matriarchal cooperative understory.

The boxers outnumbered the...

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A Whistling Girl and a Crowing Hen
 
By Elton Camp
 
 
	“We keep thet big flock o’ chickens fer eggs and meat,” Milas explained to his niece Elvira visiting from the city.  “We git...

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Won’t you please take me back
To the brown couch at my Gramma’s house 
With the big gold-framed antique mirror over it
And hand me Grampa’s old transistor radio
Covered in leather with glorious knobs
That brought me the...

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Kitchen counters alive; the vivid colors of red, green, purple and yellow glass jars. Your garden flourished.
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Pickled beets mingle boiled eggs; a pretty periwinkle purple.
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Yellow and purple tinted fingers; dandelions and elderberries distilling; musty aroma...

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“Cygnets usually begin leaving the habitat when they begin to turn their eventual adult coloring. Once the feathers and wings mature (approximately 8-10 months of age) the parents will no longer recognize the cygnets as...

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‘so glad ya made it out alright,’ she says.
‘i’m feelin’ a whole lot better knowin’ that the crops’re bein’ taken care-uh.”
you nod, smile politely
and step out of your car straight into drying mud.
‘i just don’t...

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The winter of 1621 in Plymouth was harsh as could be,
The Pilgrims were sick and sorry they'd come,
They missed their warm English beds and their tea.
The still ambulatory shivered and shuffled about,
As they grinched, and...

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Upon the lakes they do swim gliding so effortlessly   
These species of graceful waterfowl the largest of anatidae family
In their beautiful pure white plumage with elegant long curved necks
Blunted beaks and big webbed...

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I should eat healthy, I really should!  But life is too short for that.  Food, food, food, 

it chases away the blues, it brings comfort to the soul.  So here is a...

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DUSTY   COBWEB   BUILDERS


Who  ever  sees or even  knows  any  cobs?
The cobs who live in my house must be small 
Not  big or clumsy to live...

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Monkey business


“I say how about
breakfast at The New Farmer’s”


Our day of picking and consuming done
no hunger induced nightmares, we rest dusk to dawn
check on the young ones. Are we all here?
tomorrow we return for another...

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Sister Josephine, our neighborhood nun.

No longer fit for ministry; 
although she’s quit the nunnery,
she sits at our day camp nursery.
Go Jo uses every amp of energy
so as to champion or otherwise dampen
the spirit of grit...

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Tiny orange tea lights with miniature pumpkins sprinkle love lights around the tables,
Which have been set probably since 5:30 a.m. with the church’s best china,
Because the fall tea starts at ten.
Small plastic corn cobs and...

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”Oh! Man, these golden rods
Hot and full of butter lots
Salted just rightly
I hold ever so tightly
Even Butch and Bailey my dogs
Licks their lips for the flavor
Wishing I’d just drop one
No! Boy, ain’t gonna happen this...

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By Carolyn V. Crawford AKA Rachel Dunkerque

Let's plant the field again with corn
Like the time in the years when first I was born
When the green of the field filled the early morn
Let's plant the field...

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Pickling Time

momma stood up 
and stretched
arms wide enough
to take us all in, more.
she had that look
the fall look,
there every year since 
I can remember.

well girls, pickling time,  
it is tradition in mama’s kitchen 
to...

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More is so much more
More than creation could have to offer
The better we can do
If we meddle and then we tamper
Make it better it will be BIGGER

THERE beneath the muscle mass
The egg yolk recombinant pale...

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“Ay up me duck” sed me dad to me mam,
“Ah'v gorr’us some cobs and some nice Walkers ham”;
“The market was manic” he continued to speak’,
“I popped up to Linekers' to get fruit for the week”;
He...

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Do deaf people hear their thoughts in words?

Do blind folks dream in color?

Do desert dwellers dream of rain

and Eskimos of Summer?

If they're no cobs, who makes their webs?

What keeps huge ships afloat?

And don't you find...

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Mother Nature is an artist!
She really has no peers!
Her masterpiece is, Autumn!
Has been for years and years!

Just pause, and take a conscious look,
at Autumn's scenic view!
Blazing colors, bright and bold!
red, orange, and yellow, too!

The Harvest...

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My northern backyard is very private in my hometown of Bellingham, Washington state…well, I’m technically in the county, across the street from the city, but that is another poem…I’m lucky because I can’t see any...

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Cornfields full; midst green blades glaze
As summer lends a hand with its golden blaze.
They sway to the wind, direction it blows
Golden cobs of grass in pride simply shows.
At sunset they cower to the creeping dark
Yet,...

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A summer moment.

As the sun rose up the pink blossom was bright translucent glowing like in summer dreams
My mind just floating like a feather from the lightest of wings
The corn fields flashed across my eyes...

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THANKSGIVING

Butterbees glazing
Wing’d gobblings

Horn of plenty
Our honeyland

Mannah-maestro conducting
Xylophones with silver spoons

Misting maids of ‘mooners
Golden streams of Gilead

Move to Everest
Not that cold

Idaho mountains and valleys
Of beaten snow

Iceberg quakes
Gravyboat overflows

Yellow teeth
Nothing more than gobs

Those kernelly cobs
Piled the highest

Waiting...

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