I'm a humble country bumpkin,
comfy in a patch of pumpkins.
Feeling hungry and romancy,
I took her to a restaurant, fancy.
I asked for a microscope so posh,
to see the dish beneath the cloche.
Any guy who is dead eager
To work for wages quite meager
Is contented with plans to save:
A belief he won’t at last rave;
Sure of Rice and Beans for breakfast:
Sure means of paying for them fast.
But then Food, Shelter and Clothing
Plus nothing else still breed Loathing:
What If Hospital Bill high charge
Or Dad’s Family pretty large?
What If Good Boss starts playing games
And cares not one being John or James?
A crying neglect of books men read,
On which Minds of The Normal feed!
Why would one skip knowledge men seek;
What Humans should add up each week?
Any guy who’s rather earnest
To work for bosses less honest
Might find himself moving hither
And the next hurt hour thither.
Garden of a Meager Harvest
By David J Walker
The rusted remains
of the old farm truck
Remain on the untilled patch
of prairie grass plains
as long as I
can remember
The old Farmall tractor
Planted on the southside of a
Long row to hoe
that I know
All too well
A windmill unused for years
Squeals and creeks in a wind
That still tries in vain to
Turn its blades
For a cool drink of water
Monuments held
captive inside a
barbed wire fence
as if to prevent an escape
The trusted truck stands ready
As if it’s rusted out bed could
Carry to market the fruit of
A summers labor
The remains of the old
Pick-up lost its windows
Long ago
Field mice have nested under
The bench seat and eat
Everything that isn’t rusted metal
How long before its tires
Finally expire
exhaling rust
Giving up the ghost
Of a dusty last breath
Of a garden's meager harvest
>>>>>>>>>> MEAGER LOAF
Bread is the true gift
far beyond a miracle
the deepest cravings
GINSU-KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE USA
His mercy given for one so insignificant,
a sinner small, you Lord the magnificent.
Showing mercy each and every day
for mistakes I’ve made along life’s way.
I the offender, not seeing your word clearly,
you the divine, still loving me so dearly.
Looking over my sins, my faults and fears,
you dear Lord, your love is so sincere.
Your blessings placed on this meager sinner,
thank God your mercy ever lingers.
Brings me to my knees in awe of you,
for your love and mercy see me through.
Your compassion, your forgiving attitude,
Lord, I give you all my unworthy gratitude.
You see through my worldly façade,
to bestow on me the merciful grace of God.
So much left out.
What begun undone.
Gagged germination
withered the wine.
Despite despised
by measly meager merely.
Balmy currents retire to southern shore
Frosty streams blight earthen floor
Winter's portents roundly deplore
Wistfully longing for summer's store
For gilded fields, masted trees implore
Harvest's stipend succors no more
Residual huskings now cattle's score
Ingratiating beams now seep through trap door
Bristling wind over meager fare doth soar
Barren limbs are shivered to their core
Fertile seeds, fecund spores in fallowed mounds bore
Wanton foragers denuded channels explore
Spent chaff from nature's vault to gore
Bereft herbivores waiting for spring rains to restore
Expressing truth is a gift, but is
often shadowed by corruption
We see the world through filtered screens
that impair our judgement
Of how she smiles, and how he laughs
Withered children grow from sickness
as their hearts slowly stop
Yet time erodes away in front of us
secluding perception in a box
closing off beauty, and eternal spirit
Seeping through the cracks of life
is haunting death that frightens us
Somehow in our tiny understanding of life
we miss the real truth worth living
and deteriorate with the lost souls around us
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