Short Acres Poems
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farm boy's daydream
acres of wheat fields
turning golden in the sun
not these upsetting rows
of waving green tobacco
beneath august sun
modest farm house dwarfed
by acres of work
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on July 17, 2018
Walk then,
touch the silent acres
dew pond wet
and shining grass unbroken,
a day still new
wrapped in promise newly woken
small pack of grey wolves
run wild through wooded acres
searching for something
what's in a number contest
january 30, 2020
A former Canadian Mountie
Lost his mule and put up a bounty
Though he searched high and low
He got lost in the snow
And found his ass in the next county
The finest siren
To have tread the fairest acres
At the height of skyscraper
She ascends
autonomous and replete
fashioning the ashes
that compose the minutes
that we have loved and lost
Buying 22,000 acres for trinkets was bold,
Indians traded and Manhattan was sold,
Minuit land grabber,
Indians madder,
soon realizing $24 worth was fool's gold.
11-15-16
To whomever owns
the emptiness
I’ll take forty acres
if you please
With space and time
locked tightly out
Where nothing
—rules supreme
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
what if I could retire?
I'd leave this work life behind
in
a
heartbeat
I'm craving acres of land
more dogs
peace and quiet
days of solitude
and then
more
days of solitude
perfection
Form:
california fires
consumed one million acres
homes, people, a heartbreaker
10/7/2020
9:39am PST
Yesterday's acres are forever green
stretched over distance and time
crocheted with strong thread
___________________________
5/30/14 Kimo Contest Sponsored by Amy Green
Contradiction
(naga uta poem)
in this rural place
forest once ever so deep-
one needs to destroy
acres of trees to create
a stronger living signal…
the moon and stars scrutinize
© Harry J Horsman 2021
he left his family to serach for diamonds
did not see him for fifty years
the next owner of his home
found the world's largest diamond mine
under the house of the man who left
trying to find something greener on the other side
Acres of tears
Mark her passing
Enriching the soil
For time everlasting
Head bowed in sorrow
Sad sight to behold
I no longer have
Her arms to enfold
'Tho body is gone
Her spirits around
This person who made me
Is homeward bound.
Stand of Geogia elegant pines
On little six acres 'tis mine
Saved from woodman's sharp ax
Once_ twice as thick, here draw the line
Other life's problems should've been asinine
Let this not be climax
(Using asinine here to mean
stubborn or obstinate like a mule)
Santa Ana winds
august temperatures climb
rampaging wildfires
Rampaging wildfires
crackling through brittle pines
nature's cleansing rush
Nature's cleansing rush
acres of barren parched earth
sadness in the wake.
written May 24, 2021
Each morning rises the question renewed,
As if itself anew,
Until in stand, bequest forgotten,
To self, the sudden brood.
The voice begs from acres sold for costs,
Lands of turmoil beneath the lobes,
Begging the body to answer at last:
Do you believe in magic?
Still you did not halt,
There at the gate
Of the hall of ruins.
The anger and evil
In your looks were
Spread over
Vast acres of dark legends
Under the hectic skies
Raining jungles of sad bubbles
And lakes of saline hopes
And sweet despair.
The Wall - Vietnam Veterans Memorial
Here is the silence of death.
Two acres of cherished names, 1959 to 1975,
Moore, Johnson, Lopez, Jones……
stare back at your reflection from glossy, mirrored granite.
Screams are quiet now as fingers touch lost lives.
10/28/16
Harvest time
Golden acres of wheat
soon the harvester will cut you down
make you into bread and fodder
I remember when you were tall as me
and the north- west wind
tried to flatten you but you
bent with the wind
At sunrise rose like a peace- army
Hell bent on becoming flour
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.
My Three Wishes
I
do not
wish for fame,
for the world to
know me by my name.
A mansion on a hill
with acres green, by a rill,
and sweeping views down to the sea
would be to squander my wishes three
I’d rather a wealth, of peace, joy and health.
Amy’s ‘three wishes contest’ 21st April 2010
It Was Apocalyptic for those mountain folk...
A quarter million pristine acres crisped.
Dozens of homes destroyed by Hade's blow.
Everyone gushed about a bible.
That came through the inferno untouched.
Stranger still, some called it a miracle.
Despite a dozen people being burned alive...
Where was their miracle?
How this world does effloresce and grow
Anywhere you look, up high and down low
Next to that rock, give it a short look
By something else, you possibly mistook
Lively, verdant acres unfold every year
And each winter do seasonally disappear
Returning upon the melting of each snow
Giving us existence and an outdoor show
Lord, were is my blessing
Well, I now pick a lot of
cotton and baled a lot of hay
You keep a roof over my head, and
I just continue to pray
You know, after they freed
them slaves, they promised
us forty acres and a mule
You promised me a blessing
Well, I didn’t know I was sitting
on Mr. Gilmore’s property