Long Earmark Poems
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SEED
Every talent is a seed
And every seed has its need
Whatever the seed will be,
Depends on the farmer-holder of the seed
If the farmer discards the seed,
There will be no need satisfying the seed,s need
But If he decides to sow the seed,
Then he is burdened with responsibilities
The seed needs a fertile land
The farmer can,t waste its time on unfavorable environment
The seed needs a determined and willed hand
It needs care and warm treatment
The seed needs a favored rain
For much as the farmer,s diligence can irrigate,
That alone can,t determine the seed,s fate
What comes from above nothing can drain
The seed needs a graced sunshine
For that keeps the seed fit and balanced
The farmer,s ability to reap that which is great and advanced,
Is dependent on factors which are divine
Finally, the seed needs focus and consistency
The farmer ought to earmark ample time for its success
How matured the seed will be should be his business
For without that, there may be plant without fruits- lifeless
Every talent is a seed
And every seed has its need
Whatever the seed will be,
Depends on the farmer-holder of the seed
If in doubt about what to do,
Start up yet another charity,
And ask donors to use their credit cards,
That should ease a conscience or two.
If in doubt about what to do,
Build an even bigger sports stadium,
That should take their mind off the housing shortage.
If in doubt about what to do,
Earmark millions for a purpose built children's playground,
Where they can exercise and lose weight after a hearty breakfast,
courtesy of the local food-bank.
If in doubt about what to do,
Put in another 50 kilometres of cycle way,
That can withstand a 1 in 100 year climatic event,
In a city that is wind pron and on a major fault line,
Lack of road maintenance funds will justify the project.
If in doubt about what to do,
Don't forget to smile,
As you usher in a new era of prosperity.
civilian
thoughts and washed plates possibly?
that you own my country or an answer
of assembly and ranks i am unfile-able
above too cream, too polished for beams
an irish american from ireland
and i was saying
this is how we created allow you to learn
i a loud and happy
by bellows and bass
the inordinate coordinate reflex
of my speech is war confronted you, when
yes i am a military measure writer
that describes the universe you inhabit
i am under no obligation to the allegiance you die from
nor is description legal from me to you to use
only as a legitimate means not to condescend
how much power i wield
my influence over earth's fertile blanding
while time came about you all failed us.
we sought to instruct yet the civil war is you
i am general assembly, good day
plagiarism is attempting to earmark theft of my treasury notes
(my acknowledgement
to the loose canon of Robert Frost)
An above average snowfall
heavily swathed sage heather
followed by substantial unusual rainfall
punctuated months before, during and
after the growing season
delivered one of the
most hearty crop yields
in living memory
within the generations of men
of this (or any neighboring)
Norwegian bachelor farmer
long time residents
feeling like the sole housekeeper
of Lake Woebegone,
who can remember
the Edenic pasture with reluctance
raw bits and pieces mending wall
experiencing crushing childhood's end
weathered by their parents,
who as kids themselves
(during the worst
fear full Depression
in thee United States of America)
when countless farmers forced
by circumstance declared bankruptcy
locked out of hearth and home
no recourse 'cept to sell rural legacy...
family property deeds
(traced back to original settlers)
contrasts sharply with
plentiful, crucial, and
over abundant annual
precipitation, whereby these vestiges
of rural quaint lifestyle
awash with expansive lush cornfields,
whose silk like tassels
synchronously undulate
(sparsely dotting pastoral landscape),
blistered, calloused, and damned,
whether weathered by blizzards,
or pounded with powerful (one...two)
top notch pugilistic punch
topographical scars permanently earmark,
where Ole man winter relentlessly socked
or Mother Nature slammed a wall of water
saturating freshly mown hay,
which pungent odor
belied teeming flora and fauna
(albeit many organisms nearly invisible)
yet keenly observable to hawk eye,
also tempting black crows
to carrion camping
while a flock of seagulls
swoop down upon unsuspecting
school of fish,
and/or scurrying varmints.
Days are like pages we just thumb through
Everyday every page with so little new
We spend our time as the clock defines
Never really existing, nothing ever perplexing
Love makes us read every word on every page
Love lets us dream of each and every new day
We don't count the hours, it's minutes that pass
Without the one we love, days last and last
But when together time flies away so fast
Let me earmark the days I spend with you
Happy memories I can recall out of the blue
Highlight each page of the days with you
Life is a novel nobody really reads
Each page is full of shrugging and half deeds
So many pages are better left blank
Love helps us be creative and makes us think
Being together with the pages we write
Our chapters bind us together tight
Days of us we write with love and laughter
Pages of those days are our favorite chapters