Long Farmstead Poems

She was born as Holly Clarkson
in the year 1993,
and for most of her early days
she lived life uneventfully.

She grew up outside of London,
went to uni and married well,
had her first kid at twenty-six,
you would not...

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Three Ice-Dragons of Zaath, are faring South,
They strip the landscape barren of all Love.
Each holds a lifeless Champion in its mouth,
Each imitates the wolf, and mocks the Dove…

Beware their icy maws, their shepherds’ clothing,
For they...

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As I think back to that dark time in our community I don’t know if I’d ever seen anyone quite 
like that (Cinder Girl). We girls thought she had (Lovely Bones). The last time I...

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I do not know what happened 
before I became a singer, yet Agbozo says
we are where we all belong on this earth

they say the dog does not birth a child in public, 
to whom should...

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THE OLD FARMSTEAD
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS




So many sunsets since I last tread this lane
Stirring deep seeded emotions so hard to contain
I know it’s the same place where I grew
The old farmstead is far from what I...

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We are farmers without hoes and cutlasses
Dancing the stupid song of poverty 
Push us back and forth, we follow
Once in the farmland, we does nothing than sleeping.
Under the farmstead snoring provokely.
Have you seen the precious...

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“FAKE” Festering Marital Spite Only Backfired...

More than a bajillion painful eons
after pledging troth
with thee missus,
whom I definitely blindly wed
comprised great ta ra ra boom
de ay ye blood red

boomerang/ domino pizza pie
effect pronouncing lead
din saucy impact...

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Siting here amongst all of life's struggles and turmoil,
I ponder," What is the secret of life"
I reflect, "I've done this before, full of working and plowing the soil."
Loving all unconditionally with God's law in your...

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There is happy ado on the old farmstead as Yuletide draws nigh.
Wondrous things to savor as gales blow and snow begins to fly!
The tempest rages for days - they will surely be snowbound,
But a blazing...

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Mom and Dad passed on and crossed that mysterious veil.
The old farmstead and all they owned are now up for bid and sale.
Time to auction things accumulated o'er the years by Mom and Dad.
'Tis truly...

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Like his fathers before him, he was a tiller of the soil.
He loved the old farmstead that was built with sweat and toil.
He farmed with Clydesdale horse and cantankerous mules,
A sickle bladed mower, sulky plows...

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The church's steeple was a beacon for that rural countryside.
He'd gone to Sunday School there, there he'd wed his bride.
The young hero returned to church, alas, to be borne to his rest;
Young, all too very...

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The excitement built for weeks before rabbit huntin' season!
Not to partake of this annual Hoosier ritual was akin to treason!
For certain, on the first day of huntin' season, as a general rule,
Men called in sick...

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A rotted old house deep in the South
Was where I learned to shut my mouth
And keep my stockings high and my hems low
And take care of babies and learn to sew

And the very first thing...

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As we share our life going hand in hand,
                          ...

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While sighs arose from dried marsh and clay, 
the girl in me embraced an amiable virtue
 born out of an affinity for our town’s revelries :
 Oh   those bouncy play with cousins
 when...

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Far away over meadows, fields and hills
Or through oak woodland which is ever sweet;
Seeking out Wordsworth's golden daffodils.

Early morning, amid the dewy chills
Where a dawn kissed grassland moistens the feet
Far away over meadows, fields and...

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The interlopers surrounded the old folk’s farmstead before dawn.
Farmer Jay wondered what planet they were now living on.
Their gravely gobbles were incessantly loud, it was a take over.
Farmer Jay’s hound dog was missing, his name...

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I returned to our farmstead last autumn
on the driveway where I kicked marbles
and plucked brambles catching my gaze- 
Now overgrown at sixty-two
horse wagons filled the blank spaces
of my remembered landscape...
I walked like a ghost looking...

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What happened
 

The woman from the Philippines
She and her husband a European man of middle years
Had a clearing in the jungle.
Built their own bamboo cabin raised pigs and chicken
Also, vegetables which the sold at the...

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Once a landmark, beautiful country home
Stately hundred year old oaks surrounded
Years ago productive farm was awesome
In the community family grounded

House sold for family built new dwelling
A different family then resided
But an orange red glow took...

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Words flow like a babbling brook,
To my home, muse lets me look.
A farmstead by the rush.
Whisper in my ear, ancestor cheer, comedic discuss.

A choice for some, prince or slum.
Forward thinking, and digital dumb.
Can we walk?...

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