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I OPENED A DOOR
AND FOUND MYSELF
STANDING ON WHAT SEEMED
LIKE A MILLION ACRES
OF FARM LAND.
THE TEMPERATURE
FELT VERY HOT.
I WOULD SAY
IN THE HIGH EIGHTIES.
AND HUMID, VERY HUMID.
LIKE MID WEST HUMIDITY
IN LATE JULY
OR EARLY AUGUST.
I WAS WAITING
FOR THE CLOUDS TO UNLEASH
THAT MID SUMMER
THUNDER STORM
AND TO MAGICALLY
BRING THE FIELDS TO LIFE.
WHAT REALLY
SEEMED OUT OF PLACE
WAS THIS BEAUTIFUL STRETCH
OF LAND WAS COMPLETELY
BARE OF ALL VEGETATION.
AS FAR AS THE EYE COULD SEE.
IN EVERY DIRECTION.
NO CROPS.
NO GREEN FIELDS.
NO FARMING MACHINERY.
NO WATERING SYSTEM.
NO INDICATION
OF LIFE OF ANY KIND.
I HAD TO ASK MYSELF
THE QUESTION
WHAT'S REALLY GOING ON?
WAS I IN THE FUTURE
OR THE PAST.
THIS COULDN'T POSSIBLY
BE PRESENT DAY.
OR WAS IT?
PRESENT DAY IN THE FUTURE?
I THOUGHT TO MYSELF
WAS THIS LAND NOT NEEDED?
WAS THERE AN ABUNDANCE
OF FOOD SUPPLY?
WAS THIS LAND
DELIBERATELY
UN FARMED
TO CREATE A FOOD SHORTAGE?
WHY WAS I HERE?
WHAT AM I SUPPOSE TO SEE
IF THERE IS NOTHING TO SEE?
AT THE SAME TIME
I SEE LOSS OF LIFE,
EVEN IF, IT'S ONLY CROPS.
IN A WAY I SEE
THE STARVATION
OF FARM LAND.
PREVENTING MOTHER NATURE
FROM PRODUCING
OR REPRODUCING LIFE.
LIFE IS GREAT,
FANTASTIC,
INCREDIBLE
AND AT TIMES
UNBELIEVABLE.
THIS SCENIC VISION IS
UN BELIEVABLE.
SIMPLY.... UNBELIEVABLE.
Michael E.Harris
02172021
The day has arrived, his legions now march
From Hades through the crevice to earth he'll leave parched
Almighty flames will his soldiers follow
Never caring who they engulf, no remorse for their sorrow
Town after town, from city to city
He'll carry Hell's torch, never to wallow in their pity
And when the strong succumb to his wrath
Followers of the white will in turn change their path
No more will you see colourful pastels of hue
Or even the skies and it's innocent blue
The greened rich lands farmed for thousands of years
Will die dry decrepit, no rain for it's tears
Civilizations will be swallowed never to rise
Even thunder will be silenced whilst the masses death cry
The day has now passed the year twenty twelve
It's time for the dark master to once again delve
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 a more seasonable
cooling trend rounds out ninth month
(according to Gregorian calendar)
I eagerly look forward
to crisp refreshing air
much more comfortable
to weather being outdoors
within/out this sequestered enclave
postage stamp size geographical area
offers respite versus metropolitan
denser population centers,
the former disappearing open space
rather disheartening, but urbanization -
purportedly the definition of progress
finds once open farmland
less than fifty years back
crumbling barns now tombstones
testimony when people
farmed the land, and lived
linkedin with rhythms of nature,
which only found courtesy said vestiges
inevitably razed (similar to boyhood home
324 Level Road) finds yours truly
brooding fast paced instant
credit karma gratification
twenty first century, which
small, medium forces at large
outfox the time tested imprimatur
i.e. latent powers planet Earth
unleashes (thank you global warming)
decrees final curtain call
*****sapiens runs rampant
wreaking havoc all points of compass
already inundated with scorching,
melting ice caps, flooding...
future generations, yet unborn
might avoid predicated on
dramatic alternatives fossil fuels
already showered Gaia
with carbon dioxide
as well other noxious poisons
though vibrant advocacy
evident among students
vocally demonstrating against
irrevocable damage, whereby environment
and countries situated
near sea level take heavy hit,
nonetheless... cautious optimism flickers
inducing mandatory one hundred eighty degree
reorientation regarding eco friendly
methodologies to lo mein, maintain,
sustain... technological civilization,
else quaint existence of thee
will be read about
in digitized history books.
There are no crashing Hebridean waves here,
just flat acres of cornfields and country roads,
only farmed earth and red barns.
This mist drowned morning
the sky has offered its own sea,
it carries a saline memory
of spray and spume.
Here in my suburban garden
North, South, East and West
are one.
Blooms are now sea anemones
the hedgerow a reef,
a familiar tree line is a gray cliff face.
For a long moment
I gaze from a Scottish shore,
but then a kitchen radio is turned on,
a truck blasts its air-horn, a child shouts.
A blotting gust of wind scatters
all before it. Ohio quickly repaints itself.
Somewhere in a cornfield
a rabbit sniffs a passing sky-wave,
it may have shrugged,
hard to tell, but I assume it did.
The Devil rose from Hades with a roll call in his hand.
The names he’d burned into his list were scorned throughout the land.
They’d lied and stole and cheated and had cared not who they harmed
Arriving now at judgement day when evils souls are farmed.
For final retribution, an eternity in Hell,
The cost that all will have to pay when caught in evil’s spell.
For evil breeds its family, with greed and hate and pain,
Preparing all it’s followers for Hell’s eternal flame.
The Devils face ablaze with joy, for mankind now was ripe,
For very easy pickings, for most folk are now his type.
But should you get a sneak preview of those upon his list,
Just hope that on his final roll it’s your name that he missed!
Ivor G Davies
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 genetically modified organisms
engender incredible non edible size foal,
these agribusiness farmed animals shot up
with synthetic hormones
spurring heightened development
accidentally, inadvertently, and unleashing
King Kong monstrous outrageous gnoll,
whereat each footfall taken
by scary creature resembling
a humanoid hyena
results in said frankenfood digging,
one after another humungous hole
resulting in dirt pile
cresting, kickstarting, and
rivaling a mini
spring mount tin knoll
necessitating massive
manhunt to cap cha
lurching, pounding, and thudding
beast whereat entire
motley crue all harkened
from places named Lowell,
nonetheless heil lee calf full
to arm themselves with more'n one
tranquilized tipped pole
anachronistic cautionary expedition generating
masterfully baiting monster
with immense gritty buttered roll,
whose gargantuan ramp
aging spree across
world wide web
found endangered population
tuff lee from their
picturesque enclave i.e. Floss
on the Mill as zee unbridled
quasi jabberwocky took a selfie gloss
silly attired (trumpeting
"FAKE" ska don face mask)
likening pulling up moss
as coiffed "hair...hm..." all the while
gabbling, instagramming,
snapchatting, and toss
sing fearsome Frankenstein
with especial bent toward
those sharing surname Voss
in tandem to flagrant
disregard to paradigm
housing hefty prime
statutes of grammatically
correct syntactical rhetoric, plus rhyme
ming showcasing a novel
discovered talent to enrich pantheon
until the end of time.
since times of auld
where linkedin note able people
(some long haired others bald)
plaintively, suddenly, and called
urgently to be importantly installed
to brainstorm figuring a solution
to vanquish, nightmarish,
and hellish abominable madness!
Adorned with shells
Beautiful enough
to be on a necklace.
Faces and bodies
Ugly enough to be
"Movie monsters."
Shells that dot the lawn with
Tan, pink, browns, black and stripes
Desperately try to protect the delicate
"Movie monsters" within from
Mother and human nature.
I carry them off to a
Temporary safety
Whenever I can.
Stuck to my garage door
Window as if to peak in.
Watching us instead of
The other way around.
On my garage door
As if to be waiting
For the moment that
It is opened to jump in.
Hugging my house
And shyly sharing the world
With the rest of us.
Out after a summer rain
Dining on lawn salad.
Farmed for tasty appetizers on
Somebody's dinner plate.
Plucked from shells by hungry birds.
Smashed by a shoe, lawn mower,
car tire, garage door...
It's never a good ending
For the snails.
Empty unbroken shells are
Cherished in my collection.
A Part of the Past Frozen in Time
You can
drive your whole life
not look upon the face
of harbingers in spring wet earth
Remembering the ephemeral warm
Mediterranean summers
clean petrichor fresh rain
bucolic life
setting
Yielding
a nostalgic
propinquity city's
efflorescence dress brick buildings
The epiphany of an old church as
it sings the echoes of erstwhile
Redolent warm feeling
Victorian
versed homes
Yester
years fine brushstrokes
Trees towering on the
outskirts of the demesne beauty
Unique, intertwined dalliance with the
farmed and the wild a wonderful
serendipity find
quiet hunger
of life
Copyright © Eve Roper 3/31/2016
Just what have I done with my life
A man put that question to me
I started to think and I gave him a wink
But my mind drew a blank, well, let’s see
I’ve not built a bridge made of steel
I’ve not a photographer’s eye
I’d not fit the bill of a fireman’s will
I’ve not flown a plane, no, not I
No land have I gardened or farmed
Machinery baffles my mind
Accountants are great, that wasn’t my fate
An autograph, never I’ve signed
Yet I knew I found what I sought
Without a degree and its pay
The bonds of the heart, right from the start
Yes, that’s what I wanted to say
And I’ve been the happiest man
I’ve done more than all else above
For all that I needed, I’ve surely exceeded
Quite simply put, I have known love
Spectacular would not even begin to describe the trip around the island
A whole day of fun and excitement with such a wonderful guide
A visual smorgasbord of things to see, vibrant foliage on one side
On the other side of the highway the giant waves the surfers ride
The magnificent experience is second to none, the contrasting colours arouse your senses
With lots of stops along the way, the dole plantation with its mouth-watering pineapple ice cream is a delight you would surely say
The macadamia nut farm with so many delicious varieties to sample, such a tasty treat
Stopped for lunch for a shrimp meal farmed right there, so delicious not to be beat
There is a temple nestled in the forest, such a tranquil experience not to forget
Something you might see on a visit to Tibet
In front is a beautiful pond with koi fish abound
Off to the side, small birds will sit on your hand and take food without making a sound
A stop at the beach where the large green turtles can be found, so amazing to see
Homes of the wealthy next to the beaches of the north shore , with its huge waves and the surfers riding them , as brave as can be
Our tour guide was so full of fun and knowledge , as well as being so proud of his heritage
As our journey has come to an end ,it's a tour I would highly recommend