Long Wheat field Poems

White old men are kind
White old men are divine
White old men are my brothers
White old men are inviting me to supper
White old men are my dream
White old men are very clean
White old men want to...

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I was a happy, fluent linguist, fruitfully helping revive endangered languages,
As colorful rainbows walk across the sky, in buttery hours, turned languorous.

I enjoyed doing practical fieldwork, and establishing useful literary programs,
As the honeysuckle sun loves...

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II.
When this affair had gone on for six months,
Reth realized it was just a matter of time
before Saleesa’s taut belly would swell,
revealing their love to suspicious eyes.

So he took a week-long liberty and
rode on out...

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When Irish eyes are smiling,
And the gymnast smile extends to curve her petal-red lips,
That's when she'll let her waves fall down with the grace of 
a faerie.

If in a wheat field the sheathes would glow...

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I have discovered on another website that there is
a so-called Christian Circle. That is circulating that
Adam never did exist! They are amongst Satan's
Tares planted amongst God's wheat field. God
Called Himself the Sower!

When I was younger...

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From its pillowy overlay, the Sun emerges
Bright saturized yellow, ultraviolet rays,
Enough to burn and blind and sting,
glances down on mankind,
To see what they got up to during the night.

      ...

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A family photo session at home
Covid19 LockDown from the following day
Wavelets of domestic jubilation
Daffodils beside the sea you may say

From a newspaper made bag she brought out
Handed him the fresh yellow banana
Patches of soot and...

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The trenches are dug,
We gotta go, guys,
Defend our country,
On the other side of the Rhine,
They don’t speak French,
On the other side of the Rhine,
They don’t speak German,
Sprechen Sie Deutsch ?

We gotta go, guys,
To die for...

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That day in the October sun
The British they marched along
Across Mater Barber’s wheat field
A force in red, quite strong.
The drummer drummed, fifers they played
We heard their martial song,
And we leapt out to meet out foes
To...

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Born in the mid west, a long time ago
in the sunflower state where the prairie grass grows
she would spend many days, sharing stories and dreams
Tho' my own feet have never been blessed to step near...

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Hiding in the trench in the French sand,
Indian Singh fights like a British soldier.
It seems it is the ending of the universe.
Dark curls of smoke rise up - cradles are 
shattered, and buildings collapsed. Roar
...

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She was too young to go


Cakes and I were racing our bikes down the hill,
like two squirrels racing for food,
through a wheat field and farm,
side by side, 
we went.
On the other side was a lake,
where...

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‘The buck stops right here’ he reflects cowering in the wheat field

Near the stream drenched in cascades that had been so gentle

Bull’s eye straight from the arrow of time presiding over the perch

Night vision in...

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They demean your value and destroy your image,
utter wild cries like creatures in pain,
their expressions change with the rapidity of a kaleidoscope,
faces change with each turn of their talk, 
like a wheat-field under a summer...

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I am not in love 
When I am not  ready from  the morning  to see  you at night 
I am not  in love 
Shed tears unintentionally  when  I...

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“Prairie Storm”

The air turned
Deadly still,
The trees no 
Longer swayed,
The horses neighed, 
The church bells rang

Rabbits ran 
For their caves.
Old men rushed
To close their doors.

Storm on the Rise!
Storm on the Rise!
Twister but a mile!
Be here in...

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We shared glittered eyes in flowering leaves, sauntering about the country side like vagrants without pretenses, sharing a bottle of wine that slowly ran dry, our spirits became fountains pouring into an idle time, and...

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Nonetheless, it is autumn,
which irritates me
Regardless of the crowd,
despite the constraints.
Meet you in the spring.
My heart is in danger.

And then there's hope.
And a crazy dream, 
As well as a tenacious sail.
to my straying heart, 
the...

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The Damnable Sin of Self-righteousness.
All of our leaders have their different views of human rights.

Our leader has repeatedly resisted calls to assume the moral leadership that is expected from. Rage, hatred, and bigotry are spreading...

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In a spring kissed field with clipped wings, feet are tied
Never to display beauty and appeal where all men ride
 
As golden wheat field conceals my broken appendage and sheds

Forgotten as the seasons pass then...

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Mother in the kitchen stirring a batch of lemonade,
Children in the wheat field hide and seek is what they play,
Father in the shed tinkering with his little trains,
Grandparents listen to music talking about the evening...

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Your room has one bed and only one chair.
You’ve only one life and only one ear. 
Rise up, rise up from your hospital bed.
Don’t heed what the good Dr. Gachet said.

Go to your window, see...

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effervescent swirling clouds
in turquoise summer skies
float like flocks of fair sheeps
in far away exuberant fields

beneath are cyclopean cypresses
touching celestial bosom
in deep periwinkle and corn flower
whilst  wheat fields
are golden fleece
waltzing with the west wind

oh, how...

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Young girls’ bright eyes widened
Behold our wild wheat field
Playground for imaginative innocents

Gracefully swaying amber stalks
Feathered with grain centers
Ostrich plumes reaching for azure sky

Such was the ideal venue
For hide-and-go-seek
Catch of a summer’s day

Plans dashed through my...

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Imagine for a moment a house
With more doors than a house can own
And a field of golden wheat that is more than wheat
Where the green grass should be.
Within stands a tall arch raised higher than...

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