Long Tillers Poems

Moments are not the retinue of time. There is one which

decides the turning point of mankind. I can’t hand over to sighs

that time which stands and beckons me. To hell with the shades

to recline and...

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In green fields, where daisies bloom, 
Beneath the vast and arching sky, 
There dwells a folk, with laughter's plume, 
Whose lives in simple toil imply.

Calloused hands, sun-kissed, tanned, and worn, 
They tend the earth from...

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I do not know
Whose excitement was the greater
My dad’s or mine
As we boarded the bus
To a long-lost dream
Of verdant fields
Rich with the fruit of native soil
Of crystal clear streams
Where laughing youth
Was spent in carefree
Abandonment.

My dad’s...

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A POET AS METAPHOR**********

I am a poet from the common ground, 
From thIs blue planet’s distinctive character— of
Continental shifts and rockslides, from valleys to Mountain crowns — always toiling to reclaim itself.

I am a poet...

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Not muscles forged in fire's wrath,
But gentle hands that cradle life's path.
Not thunder's roar that shakes the earth,
But whispers soft, of wisdom's worth.

Weavers of dreams, on futures bright,
Hope's threads we weave in morning's light.
Architects of...

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Like a distant relative, the moon looks down
upon the face of its ravaged cousin, with
eyebrows arched and telling finger raised. All
the while giving thanks for its airless habitat

It watches the needless capture of bodies 
and...

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From Kenya came Kenyatta the great

One of Africa's greatest of all time

a land rich in nobility and heroism

yet greatly disliked by nature!

Situated in the scorching sun of Africa

and rarely visited by annual showers.

Four years on,...

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The noddy land

Reality is more than we see in an everyday happening
It stretches further into another dimension we call dreams
but are vital in living life.
What my ghostwriter tries to say is: dreams come true.

I was...

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The Christian life is not robotic
The Kingdom of God is very organic.

It is not "do this and you will get that"
But a Seed of life on His welcome mat.

It's not "do good and you'll get...

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Beethoven smashes one piano after another.
He shears through keyboards,
a peasant scything hay.
The composer's fingers listen
through touch,
they become deeper, more blunted,
a vibration of mallets.

Frown the brow,
push the plow
make music drive a steamroller.

His apartment is disorderly,
tools and...

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Beethoven smashes one piano after another.
He shears through keyboards,
a peasant scything hay.
The composer's fingers don't grow deaf,
they become deeper, more blunted,
like mallets.

His apartment is disorderly,
tools and equipment
are hidden in Dresden figurines,
in elderly Delftware,
ball-peen hammers crammed
into...

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Beethoven smashes one piano after another.
He shears through keyboards,
a peasant scything hay.
The composer's fingers don't grow deaf,
they become deeper, more blunted,
like mallets.

His apartment is disorderly,
tools and equipment
are hidden in Dresden figurines,
in elderly Delftware,
ball-peen hammers crammed
into...

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FLOCK   OF   BOATS


Who hasn’t watched boats bobbing in the shallows
Restlessly pulling at their slack tethers in the softly breaking waves?
They  are live things with souls that stretch out to the...

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It is May Day, today.
A day in the month of May.
A day set aside for the illustrious
men and women of the world.
Dutiful and diligent fellows.
Individuals with thoughts of change 
for the global village.
A global village...

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