Short Acre Poems

sweat hogs piggyback


hells half acre of neurons


all eyes on the farm...

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Imagine
perhaps to dream;
ambitions fallow field
mau hold an acre of regrets
ahead....

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hallowed acre hosts
apparitions of the past
dancing in moonlight 



11 Oct 17...

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A
simple
stone block in
an acre of
soil,
star
spangled
symbol of
freedom under
law.


Inspired by a visit to Runnymede...

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Darkness falls in the habitat
an secret acre overgrown
lush from furious rain the darkness
gathers
and sparks fly up from the underbrush
floating
to the treetops...

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Lennie was a Hen-pecked pastry baker
Who told His wife He might forsake Her.
She nagged and was grossly obese.
He wanted it to quickly cease.
Whereupon He frosted Her Half-acre....

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Been chowing down on Mini Wheat
Since I was a young lad it's oh so sweet
Probably an acre by now
Milk from Bessie the cow
This breakfast supreme simply can't be beat...

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Come on, albino.  Tell me where’s the gold?
They say you know how to look.
Where is it on my farm?

Based on the novel "God's Little Acre", by the late Erskine Caldwell
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We are selected by a family
we will finally have a home
we tour the place, and it's amazing
tree house, dollhouse, multi acre yard
We'll give you a call said the "parents"
but they never did...

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Been chowing down Post Shredded Wheat
Since I was a young lad it's oh so sweet
Probably an acre by now
Milk from Bessie the cow
This breakfast supreme simply can't be beat


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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Just a few years left till I meet my maker
Hope my reputation hasn't preceded me as a heartbreaker
I'm truly a decent soul
Quite stunning as a whole
But at times I lose it, run wild over hell's half acre...

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Soft hills kneeling 
to worship the mountains 
Bells tolling the hour
Log cabins hidden,
layered with asphalt tile,
Cows on every acre
A church on every corner.
Ancient farms hold secrets:
history buried in earth.
Middletown....

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As time rolls on by
a dream, the same dream
of our life together,
alas always about the memory
as light as a feather
in Technicolour
at one’s tether,
that makes life tough
like a flower of love
alone in an acre of corn.

© Harry j Horsman 2012...

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black acres sorround me flat as ice, and there you are the only light, in all this flat 
blackness the only thing that seems to shine, how I wish I could  feel your warmth, 
warming my life, my body, like you always have, as long as you dont become a black 
acre my love for you will continue....

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Last night I was a somnambulist.
I strolled about in a snowy white mist,
then took to swinging on a branch
that I found upon our 3-acre ranch.
I told my dad, it was very weird.
He said it was the strangest thing he'd heard.
I replied, "I'll snap out of it and clear my head".
I woke up to find it was a dream instead....

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Mary Poppins
Glinda the Good Witch
Final curtain call
1000 acre wood
The Irish Jew
Most important women
Unconditional love
Kind, Gentle
Generous, Selfless
Dedicated
Desiderata
Protector, especially
Against great odds
Wide mouth Frog
Costume maker
Self made Women
Bright side of the road
House at Pooh corner
Second hand Rose
Wizard of OZ
Serenity
Roots and wings...

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Darkness envelops like giant wings
Heart thumping eyes unfocused,
Hearing nothing silent as a graveyard,
Under a misty moon a dark shape looms,
Grey, solid, shiny marble it's a cold tomb,
Paying respects with a nod then walk on by,
Respect to all those that are long gone,
All is clear the gate clangs shut, 
The key turns in the lock,
Darkness envelops the graveyard once more...

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Grit flies from spinning rubber,
the traffic is edging through roads,
narrowed, by the plowed and pushed aside.

Curb-side snow remains; solid humps turn brown,
in an un-melting light.

A lone chicken hawk circles an iced-over acre
of snaking roadway,

its black track attracts the birds eye,
as if it were the contrail of an elongated rat,
stretching into a bolt- hole of frozen sky....

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along the walk
   to six acre wood
sat in the sunshine
still needing a hood

observing the swallows
swoop 
    & pass
over
the new growing grass
earth dry&hard
   scented gorse
       in yellow garb

hares in proverbial
  careered without any nous
popping up 
   alongside us

across the vale
 worship floated
enthused& elated
   complemented&blended
my soul
    being mended...

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FRUITS*** VEGETABLE KINGDOM

Sans absurd the avocado
is a friend of the rough pineapple
who is a friend of lemon acre
that has quality, and art...

Cherry adorns with a lot of beauty
just as the apricot fruit so blissful
and content fig also collaborates
at Christmas and adorns an elegant  table!

The guava knows this and does not care
it has value and equal to an orange it makes jam...!...

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Christopher Robin a friend from long ago,
His author A.A. . Milne.

His friends Winnie-the-Pooh, and Tiger
Delightful and kind.

He was seen with his friends,
Champion of storybooks.

Real folklore  hero,
Beloved storybook friend,,

Colorful character ,
Visiting his companions from the acre wood.

Beloved and read by society,
What miracle this time passage.

Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz...

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learn to cut life piece by piece 
don't swallow it  ,
it chokes
a tailor told me
in piece by piece
she made it a beautiful dress
the mason said
from piece by piece
he built the edifice
the panel beater chopped!
from piece by piece
he shackled it
so the farmer said
from seed by piece
he harvested it
though from 
an acre.. 
life is such a bunch
peel it in style

By Gideon Idudje

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Two horses share the acre of pasture--
A proud Arabian, now a gelding,
Who sired seven stately champions, stands
Elegantly while I snap his picture.
The other one, a thirty-two-year-old
With a sagging back, stands waiting to die--
A three times national champion stud
With honors--ribbons and trophies galore
Moving slowly toward the feeding trough
No longer poses for photographers.

written June 14, 2021...

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PATH

Mother Earth, forgive our naïve race of men on your precious Earth, 
for we have poisoned your oceans with chemicals. Turn a blind eye 
to the loss of your forests, acre by acre for our greed.
Let us get away with the destruction of your ozone layer, 
don’t let us get skin cancer by our own negligence.
What more have we done to your glittering world, our world? 
Our selfishness knows no bounds – guide us to a sensible path....

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On average
I operate on an acre 
of song grass
this past decade
its slowly filling
with stone and sand.

Once per lifetime
a vague law emerges from the brine
growling, childhood shall come to an end
gradually or suddenly
I was very adult like
to think the choice was ever mine.

Stone hovers clumsily 
over flesh and bone
life is painfully precious
living has become voracious
on this lonely acre of 
broken time
gull song 
sand.

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