Short Alfalfa Poems
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The mirror surely lied this day
There's an Alfalfa cowlick here
Just a little teasing_hairspray
Oh! sidecomb over this left ear
Today my hair had a mind of its own,
being in the static electricity zone,
put in some mousse,
still looked uncouth,
walking around like an Alfalfa clone.
11-17-16
on
the menu
crabs
clam
alfalfa
salad
lasagna
pasta
salsa
with
tramasalata:
carp
sprats
&prawns
parma ham
jam
tarts
and
banana
flan
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Nectar
David J Walker
The blessing of an
Early morning rain granted
Its reprieve from
Alfalfa fields
Its yields must wait
Until the ground dries
Meanwhile
The bees get
One more chance at the
Nectar of the flowers
C heddar cheese I eat with ease;
H alf of the time, I want cheese spreads,
E ating on rye’s great with mayo and alfalfa.
E ndive’s delicious with almost any cheese
S avoring cheese, I just crave it all,
E ach bite of cheese is like a giant gum drop.
The sky is a lesser blue now,
but the same winter-knifing wind I remember
off the ridges, across alfalfa fields….
Just condos now, impervious to weather.
Cantering bareback on Molly –
saddle on its sawhorse back in the barn –
I was Lone Ranger, last of my breed.
A flake of hay for Molly, years gone by….
Fifteen-two hands high, half a ton
of black horse – she bore me
through dry arroyos and over alfalfa fields
in bloom. But how could I carry her
to college? There’s no place in a dorm-room
for a Morgan-Quarter mare.
I dropped her – reins and all – into
the hands of a stranger.
Forty-eight years later, I find
I’m still carrying her
in my mind.
Wrestling in kitten-covered lawns,
Driving through your potato heart,
What did we begin?
When did we start?
Smoothing into your pixilated hair,
Bending into the fields with angels,
Why have we softened?
Where are the angles?
Ambrosia Wednesdays, Alfalfa Tuesdays,
Send me your message in big, bright colors.
How have we forgotten?
Who now sits in our old parlors?
earth
peace
give it a chance
tie-dye t-shirts
modern dance
macrame
and beaded chokers
woodstock
and pot smokers
flower power
zpg
alfalfa sprouts
herbal tea
burning draft cards
American flags
Vietnam bodies
coming home in bags
Kent
Augusta
Jackson state
Detroit Black Panthers
waking up too late
Oh Angela
Oh Beatles
Oh Martin Luther King
gratitude to all of you
for this special thing
We climbed into the church, which hangs behind the village on the edge of a ravine/quarry and a meadow with frozen alfalfa.
It opens its mouth at us with every incoming twilight.
Door like when the Helper swaps part of the cheeks and stretches the cheeks to the eyes, grin from Codex Gigas.
We admire the naked little girls and the drooping pygmies of the statues hidden in the drawer of the table left in the sacristy.
Kissed by the sun, sweet alfalfa in waving oceans that
Animals adore when dried into golden hay.
Noon breaks enjoying lunch under an ancient oak with
Songs from the wayward wind for company.
A tire swing hanging in wait for school to be out
Shares mem’ries of new born calves romping in the meadows.
Each wonderful season in Kansas holds an enchanted delight,
But heavenly scented lilacs in spring time let my soul take flight.
Here's the haughty elephant,
Won't eat food that's wrapped in cellophant.*
A catered meal is okay,
Like alfalfa or hay,
But most everything else is irrelevant.
The best of them try to abstain
From spirits like rum or champagne,
Which won't give them rabies,
But might lead to babies
Or ailments like gout and colitis.
Or, with this admonition,
A rare skin condition,
Some vets have called pachydermatitis.
*Thank you, Cowardly Lion, from "The Wizard of Oz"