Long Farmlands Poems

If we,
especially in China, Russia, and USA,
were more cooperatively in charge
among our EarthSouled selves,
and less about competitively charging at,
shooting at each other
and our homes
and gardens,
less rapacious supremacy 
against formerly extended cooperative family farmlands
and forests;

Punishing each...

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THE FRIENDS

They were the best of friends to the best of friendship
They did everything together to the best of friendship
The three wise men that came together from different locations
One from the north, one from the...

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The Highways and the Byways
By Franklin Price
10/27/2107
(Inspired by Nancy McIntyre Stepp)

 The highways and the byways
Of this life in which we've grown
Bring back many memories
Of  places we have known

The Interstates most boring
They bypass most...

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The forgotten god
 
Whose rage should burn hotter
than mine; melt the noon day sun,
dry up all thy rivers, scorch the earth, that
thy crops may burn to ashes before
thine eyes, and the heat from the
very earth...

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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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Ah — ahh — aaah — aaahh...
Ah — ahh... ah — ahhh...
Aaah — aaah — ahh — ahhh...
Ahhh — ahhh — ahhh — ahhh...

Let the final countdown begin
Proxy war in Afghanistan
Saudi Arabia vs. Iran 
India...

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THE SPIDER AND MAN
Spider; is high time you started thinking like human
That, made unique from us, I don’t deny the fact
I have quit your fascinating homes
Yet, in all your regalia
You have come to disturb me...

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OLUPONNA: MY LAND AND TERRAIN.

Oh my mother land; wealthy in soil
To my grip held so highten; not soiled
So cultured and nurtured in legendary 
To a land whose worth is never lost in form

Will I soon...

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The fragrance of possums is a kit of great virtue bathed and lit by an orange green hue. Display not weapons in weather fuelled skies. Thin thunder is unwelcome in a booming bass rhythm and...

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KITTY

G.
A cat walked across the street
(After looking both ways).
It was a pretty Kitty.
There were trees across the street.
In the trees there were squirrels.
The squirrels raised families.
They ate acorns,
they made babies,
they slept.

PG.
A cat stepped across the...

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I love your heathered highlands,
steep cliffs and rugged islands,
hedges and gardens under
rainclouds of grey.
Old steeples rise above
those small rural towns I love;
your hillsides of sunny yellow,
rolled bales of hay.

	Pipers will play their part
	stirring each Scottish...

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Autumn’s first cold wind has come,
It passes over names in stone,
And leaves of gold and red swirl 'round,
As I stand here all alone,

I think back to years long since past,
Memories almost forgotten,
I watch them scatter...

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The story of the unknown
Has been unravelled
And now the weak, strong and fearless
Have all fled on their heel 
Leaving that blameless child in a shattering state
To fight for his guiltless life
He cried so loud
As the...

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It takes out one positive thought
To survive and thrive to overpower
The entire army of negative thought-- R. Schuller.
Give me a place to stand and I will move the earth
But, stand away from my diagram it...

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Down the river

Far from the emptied swimming pools

Far from skateboards

Down the cold, foaming river

Sitting, reclined in a floating rubber tire

Skin tanned from summer sun

T-shirt stained from farm work

Dirt, mud, sticks, fire

All muddle your shirts colors

Your...

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Passing thru' the farmlands,
my mind begins to roam
for along the way we travel
lie abandoned, country homes.

Weather-beaten, gray and leaning,
often twenty miles from town,
I wonder how they're standing,
why they haven't tumbled down.

Rock foundations old and crumbling,
all...

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Our supposed modern scientific genius
May in fact just be our last fatal weakness.
This technological house of cards we've made
Left humanity walking along the edge of a razor blade.

How much could you buy or sell using...

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Redding Poem 4
“Flying Down Interstate 5”

We departed Redding at 3:45, 
In the dead of an October night.
Those tumultuous streets were morgues then,
As we raced to the deserted Interstate 5,
Zooming across the snoozing Sacramento River,
Going at...

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Let the final countdown begin
Proxy war in Afghanistan
Saudi Arabia vs. Iran 
India vs Pakistan
Sunni vs Shia
The 38th divide of Korea 
China taking over the sea          ...

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Refrain I 

"I know the land where the lemon-trees flower,
whispering beautiful secrets that shall soon devour,
savoring that flavor with the tiny hint of sour. 
All the loveliness in nature can never be compared,
lifting up our...

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Hot and wet as heaven pion
Rainfall scattered warm clarion, dropped some their leaves
Referred to evergreen rainforest

Girl starred being black, smiled for dark spots with silver-grey eyes
Kingdom animalia said: “Where is our crown?”
Heavy logging answered

Tilar wana...

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MURDER OF AFRICA

Mother,
Mother of the black race,
Behold your children,
Dead and dying,
Not even a broken hope,
Can their withered hands grope?

Mother, 
Mother of Africa,
See your children.
Scattered and tattered,
Refugees in their ancestral tomb,
Where dreams die in the womb.

Mother,
Mother...

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The hush of the singing nightingales,
the raucous Owl cries,
the sway of the forest in obeisance to the angry wind,
the roaring thunder and blinding lightning,
all usher in the night of doom.

The generation altering night,
that marked the...

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MY FATHER LAND

My father land
A fertile land
Of pastures and grains
Legumes and wealthy trees
Oh, my father land
Rich farmlands but
Once upon a time

Then,  the kings owned some plots
And the chiefs harvested crops
The poor tilled the soil
And...

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Turning over in a ruffled bed,
stark red numbers sear 4 a.m. into bloodshot corneas.
Nothing but darkness creeps through threadbare curtains, frozen in place.
A desolate silence becomes deafening, as birdsong no longer crescendos—
what would have been...

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