Long Farmed Poems

Part I.

Harvest time was winding down, 
I was taking lunch in town, 
After spending six long hours plowing stubble.
Washing up I met a man, 
Guessed he was a harvest hand, 
His combine crew, he said,...

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We have been observing the expanse of the parched land for many years, a land that stood the test of time and captivated by myriad dreams unfolding through the footsteps of the ages thus penetrating...

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I OPENED A DOOR TO THE QUANTUM DOT WORLD 
OF INORGANIC ORGANIC MATERIALS.
ALSO KNOWN AS SYNTHETIC BEINGS. PART HUMAN 
PART MACHINE. ONE MIGHT EVEN SAY CYBORG.

CONTROLLED BY FREQUENCIES RADIATING FROM 
WHAT APPEARS TO BE 6G...

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I belonged to a family of farmers, we had farmed for generations;
And we were true to our land, as blooms loyal to sweet sensations.

I knew the fierce satisfaction, only derived from working the land;
And sometimes...

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Don Winslow of the Navy at the movies...…., the Lone Ranger, and the shadow, on the radio. Three of my favorite pastimes in Wilmington NC, From just before my first grade in school to the...

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Harumph To Holiday Hoopla – Phish Pshaw!

Relieved of fatherhood Saint
Nick schtick found me
to relinquish ratty outfit, and stow away zee bras
like padding and "FAKE flowing beard,
ah...don't remind me,
those well worn faux paws

of each dear deer...

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Alms Inn, there is the place again, and here
I, far away, muse in the house I grew
O this village of my love, has grown too
The golden hills with lilacs filled, the sweet
Soft of morning dew,...

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LIVING OUT OF SUITCASES
There was a time when everyone lived out of a suitcase!
Not just the homeless, the free spirits and the spirits of the free!
But everyone did live out of a suitcase.
Today, we are...

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I was working for Jack Daymond, a farmer,
who farmed livestock, potatoes and vines.
I s’pose he had over two hundred cattle.
The spuds and the grapes grew in lines. 

Oh gawd! Jack had me slaving ‘til sunset,
keeping...

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One flag one country

in the beginning there was hope it was agreed upon
That a turkey was a big chicken and it wouldn’t offend anyone 
as the two fowls had no say and didn’t they had...

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Thee Apple Hove Bing an Herbivore...?
(hint – app peal)

Sans maintaining a strict carb on diet
     (for Peat Sake) iz like really coal
man, cuz carnivores consume meat,
     which...

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Happy two thousand nineteenth birthday Autumn - September 23, 2019!

Despite twittering, uber
sputtering kickstarting
onset of cool weather
argh, another brief daily spate
re: forecasting blistering,
nauseating, sweltering...
ninety degree plus Fahrenheit

temperature forecast
(along eastern seaboard)
courtesy mister summer,
who will overstay his welcome
hoop fully...

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The Elephant Gift.
upon the elephant rode a boy prince,
his royal command, he was there to evince. 
dark with grace and dripping with youth.
bringing his men, his crown and his couth. 
town after town he strode...

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Long ago, a girl and boy met walking through a pumpkin field.
She laughed and ran, he dared to chase, and neither ever paused to yield.

The boy was rich, and she was poor - for this...

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Clusters of refugee bubbles
         Expelled from the side of my tank
         Rise expanding in upward travels 
  ...

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Pop was quite a poet,
though his bio wouldn’t show it,
with the exception of this little poem
which I really do feel I owe him.

He was happiest working in the wood,
and did so when ere he could.
That...

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A basic cause of inflation is an economic reality
Which has little to do with prevailing political ideology,
Rather it is rooted in elementary consumerism
And stopping it depends on a proper methodology.
Demand for a specific commodity goes...

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Your pain is my pain, because human suffering was never an individual matter
The wisdom of every culture, the founder of every faith, made that clear
We cannot separate suffering into cubes, accept baby deaths in Africa...

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In the mirror,
When I look,
I see the son of thousands.
I see the son of the foragers,
The wanderers who hunted the world,
The agrarians who farmed the fields,
The ones driven by famine to strange lands,
The ones taken...

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It’s 5pm and sunny in Ohio, 40 degrees
and dropping,
by dusk it will be grey turning to red
then black.

Where is the oyster shell now?
The heavenly picture
of a pale spume-tickled .
An unmarried Tudor lady
applies more cosmetic beeswax
to...

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BELIZEAN BLEND

In the beginning it was the Yucatec, the Mopan and  Kekchi  as well
Who came from the steppes of Asia where nomads dwell
They fished and farmed milpas, in paradise; away from hell
Some building...

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This piece was inspired by my father in law, who farmed here in Iowa for 97 years. He was the kindest and most devoted man, and father, I've ever known. 


With combines tearing corn from...

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He’d just turned forty, a happy single daddy
He had sunshine days and his life on track
His two girls and him, he love’s his lit’l family
He would never even think of ever looking back
Cuz’ his two...

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John Moore
1843-1933

I was born with my lungs full of tarnation.
Leastways that was my mother’s version of it.
I do not believe anyone who was ever born, 
Came Into this world kicking,
Leastways not like me;
I tumbled in,...

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They were Hollywood farmed; the girls, the pink and blond feathers-
shoes on their heads, but when they began to give birth to human 
chickens there was a national outcry. Cops cordoned off each home 
where...

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