Long Plows Poems

The burial ground,  groomed to greet
the gatherers of their love apocalypse
with garlands grown and sown
from the rose fire of Athena's throne,
on this day they come to mourn
the Poet who perished for the passion of...

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Enjoy, Florence, because you so great are
That on seas and ground your wings you flutter,
And down in hell your name around spreads far!

I found five, among the stealers’ clutter,
Your citizens which then made me ashamed...

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As a country boy, up in the hills,
Life was tough, not much for frills.
I remember it well, yes, even now,
When spring time came and it was time to plow.
Afore sun up came, I was out...

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Courtesy of Marx (albeit Zeppo, Harpo, Groucho, and Chico) 
whose acts brought generations of laughter to Vaudeville and 
then the Silver Screen adlibbed, linkedin, and ransacked skits 
zoid material Bing very loosely based on writings...

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who are these people?
where did they come from?
i once heard that the margin, between the most intelligent human in the world, and
the most mentally challenged person in the world, was bigger
then the most mentally challenged...

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The destruction of the cell in the dialectic of negativity
Shooting arrows of light towards the body of the self
Solar processes and nuclear fusion
Sustainable Amazonian Euterpe precatoria trees
Color in the Persuasion of Sensibility
Structure of the ceiling...

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A Giant Poem for a Giant Storm

Old Man Frost is now boss.
All the warm is now lost.
Close your coat up so tight.
Get that nose out of sight.

Gray clouds grow large and loom.
Skies are dark with...

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I.
Luther Deits was a good friend of whiskey,
not fond of cutting herds or pushing plows,
a young buck full of juice, barely twenty,
he lived only for the thrill of the now.

His home, a town in the...

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The warmth no longer comes
it seems to only leave.

The furry ones, all
caught in hypnotic disbelief:
hardening ground's
taken root
where once
gardening grounds
(forsaken, mute)
were once and again
makin' fruit.

Each beast, shaking
like a leaf
(though, truth be told
I've only ever 
seen 'em...

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The storm of the decade
The news declared.
Snow fall was heavy and deep.
Schools closed their doors
And the snow beckoned me. 

There is such a beauty 
When the world first turns white.
Snow on the branches 
Drifts deep...

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I had seen - her calm, cool, composed - like a soft soothing breeze,
Though she could turn tempest or tornado or weakly wheeze;
Like a formless cherub in an endless garden of love,
She covered the earth...

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Stashed with programs recorded, which, condensed on universal files
Will tell them very little of what they don’t know and may never know
In this lifetime or the next heaven, in this orbit or the next
Treasure from...

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No matter that the mailman stops or not.
I still put on my heavy jacket, 
Tug on my boots and woolen gloves.
Give an unspoken invitation
To my ol’ shaggy shepherd,
Who arthritically arises, stretches, yawns
Pads to the door...

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It was in the early dawn of December especially       Roosters began to crow in the farmer's huts repeatedly They welcomed the first light of day indirectly.   ...

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By late November, the harvest had ended, the crops were gathered,
and the weather was changing because a new season was coming
The farming machinery and the field equipment were silenced
And the sounds now heard were raindrops...

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Beware Brethren; watch the events in the Middle East.
Things are exhilarating, here comes the one and only beast.
Predicted so long ago, our Holy Bible tells “Us” so.
Carnal man is in for a rude awakening, God...

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Hierarchical paradigm of the Amish community

After reading the novel titled
Broken English by Paul L Gaus...

accentuating, exhibiting, incorporating...
the Amish, whose long history of farming
with horses and mules, dates back
to when horse-drawn plows
first used to break up...

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Courtesy of Marx (albeit Zeppo, 
Harpo, Groucho, and Chico), whose 
acts (along Seuss iz Zacks Fifth 
Avenue) brought generations of 
laughter to Vaudeville, and then 
the Silver Screen adlibbed, linkedin, 
and ransacked skits zoid material...

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The working Class Hero

From town to town, all across this great land,
You can see the work of a laboring hand.
Not many know their name,
But in my eyes they are heroes just the same.
From driving a...

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Out west, near Black Hills, over South Dakota way,
On land where layered rocks records eons before –
Some thieves rode the badlands that hot steamy day.

Rough riding rustlers raided a ranch; stole a boar.
Those thieves took,...

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I SEE AMERICA
I see tall green majestic trees, and fields with warm and fertile soil 
I see strong hands grasping simple tools in sincere and honest toil
I see purple mountains majestic peaks, and rolling capping...

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Time to be respectable
I live in two homes in my mind
I’m both Frida and Diego
Like me, they lived in Twin Houses
The tortured me lives in the blue one
The elephant in the red and white
The one...

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Manger Shadow

A shadow lurks behind the manger bed
 Swaddled by indifference,
  Creeping behind
 Lowing cows 
And 
Bleating sheep,
Power without power raising up a hoary head
 While in vanity dim shades attempt to weave
 ...

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"THRESHOLDS" 
By Robert J. Lindley & Edlynn Nau

I. Plow Your Fields, With Love Of Nature In Mind

In darkness seek light, in pain seek relief
when weak seek might, strength lies in true belief.
When harvesting crops, thank...

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"THRESHOLDS" 
By Robert J. Lindley & Edlynn Nau

I. Plow Your Fields, With Love Of Nature In Mind

In darkness seek light, in pain seek relief
when weak seek might, strength lies in true belief.
When harvesting crops, thank...

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