You stole my son without communication leaving me in massive distress.
With no regard to my feelings as I laid my soul to rest.
I died that night maybe two or three times you see.
You’ll never know how much he means to me.
You’ll always be the reaper as declared by the Lord.
I’m the faithful plowman waiting for my turn.
To see his joyous smile each and every day.
The days are coming Lord, I hope so much, yet I pray.
I pray, I pray, I pray so much, no one knows how bad it hurts.
To have your world turned upside down by such a hateful man.
He acts so innocent, to pretend his innocence once again.
I’m the faithful farmer planting all the seeds.
So sunflowers will bloom again underneath that live oak tree.
Categories:
plowman, absence, abuse, anxiety, bullying,
Form: Rhyme
can a war zone hate in the autumn?
better asked in the spring
life takes on more fecund roles
robins bouncing on the sod
spring peepers drowning out
my dreams
and symphonies of war
germinating in sterile soil
of hatreds and the vibrant world
furrows, like lines in sand,
lie fallow in droughts of compassion
irrigated by greed and ideal
the state, a negligent farmer
the cleric, a dark eyed plowman
and we
the silent few
hang saddened
twisting in a drier wind
stuffed full of straw and tatters
fowling-pieces staked to iron crosses
as crows with crimson eyes
flay the parchment of our skins...
Categories:
plowman, remember, war,
Form: Prose Poetry
Well and now you are somewhere on the
Highway to Heaven or in the golden fields that
Never need a plowman either way you should
Be a saint by now 'cuz you were an angel
When you were alive, you were an inspiration
To so many...a man of your word, a man not
Afraid to cry yeah you were one in a million
Kind of guy and I know the whole world
Mourned you when you died...
Well I hear tell your childhood and teenage
Years were hard pressed to say the least
Still you managed to put those
Cumbersome issues behind you somehow,
Somewhere between Middle America and
Hollywood but all in all you never did let
Fame goes to your head. Your smile was
Always genuine no matter how bad things
Got your faith always saw you through
The hard times and if someone needed your
Help you'd go out of your way to help them
'Cuz you were just that good and kind...
Well I wonder if you’re still on the highway
To Heaven or in the golden fields that never
Need a plowmen either way you should be a
Saint by now 'cuz you were an angel, you
Was an angel here on earth!
Categories:
plowman, memory, missing you, remember,
Form: Free verse
Out there,
across the frozen tundra,
the wilderness place ----
the ancient song sings;
returning,
since the birth of wood and glade,
When lakes fell from the sky ----
the first time,
the first kiss:
a howl at the moon
Gather the night, the silver night,
of moon glowing a shimmering song,
gather her woodland children
to the twilight opera;
bring sleeping peace ----
bring on the howling minstrel
The night dreamed well
while sleeping souls slept;
the piper played in the hills,
midst tree-land burrows,
gentle tumbling vale,
'tween the flowing springs ----
crying love
His love for her,
it sang,
would she cry?
Would she answer?
And she did:
howling across the steps of time,
he was yonder ----
too far to kiss,
But too close to lose his love again,
to say: ' I love you'
(when wolves cry)
Keith Hunt (c) 1999 First appeared in 'The Plowman' 2000
Categories:
plowman, lost, miss you, nature,
Form: Free verse
Moonbeam
The greatest thing?
The Candlelight Queen
The patrons play
neath your luster
We welcome you
With open arms
and knowing eyes
we walk your silver gable
neath your smile
we found our hearts
the couples
we shared
L'Amour
The nights were free
neath moonbeam
free love
for watching eyes
And kisses seemed sweeter
friends were generous
the night soothed like wine
And always the dream dreamed
of you
the lunar lamp,
your mystique
the riddle of answers
the implicit sleep-land
Where there is always something
to love
and nothing to hate
the silver joy
Moonbeam
Keith Hunt (c) 2000 First appeared in 'The Plowman'
Categories:
plowman, friendship, love, night, riddle,
Form: Free verse