Short Bushels Poems

Chorus gowned wheat heads 
Ascending their August hymn
Final requiem...

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There you are 
Not lost at all
Under all the bushels
Sputtered mouthfuls
Negative thought fire
Beating vehement pour
Readiness tread stand
Bright walk cloud tide
Looking up 
Survive...

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Close to the tree
I never fell far
I tumbled and rolled
I know who you are
Bushels, baskets and bunches, et al
All bad apples know where to fall
Close to the root
and against the wall....

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Hard, cold, rain
Attacking
Bayman's resolve 
Bushels to fill
Long day ahead
Rough water
Fewer clams
Lower prices
Longer hours
Throbbing muscles
Ice forming
Season ending
Boat for sale...

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A 55 gallon barrel
Full of pulverized
Oyster shells
Mixed with wood ash
And sawdust
And porklard

55 gallons of
Pulverized oyster
Shells.mixed
With basalt.

Alkalinity
Alkalinity
Mind the
Bushels bouiz
Mind the
Bushels!...

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Down from the gray rainclouds
came pearly drums of thunder,
silver flutes filled with silver rain
bushels of purple flowers tumbled out
followed by jays and bumble bees-
Suddenly all things were washed 
in buckets of emerald green..
Then a muddy-eyed devil arrived
spurring a dirty funnel cloud 
whisking away butterfly paths
and robin egg dreams....

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Bushels please stop this we need our light to be sought
Match come to candle unless moths become fraught
Pure enlightenment's easy, walking out of darkness
Meditations upon meditations engage with our prowess

Letting love in, allowance, saying it, "I love you".
It is in the giving, that is how we accrue
Speculation for accumulation, please do not run on empty
Here let me help you, becoming cognescenti...

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Box canyon candy land,scrawled upon its walls 
the first children's book-illustrated by the ancients~
Glazed by queen frosting and a gingerbread man
A jolly blind man with a gumdrop candle stick 
tried to read it but forever scorched its meaning~
Ghost Dancers echoing through minted halls
bawling"lord licorice is coming with bushels
of thunder sticks and buckets of black rain
quickly clamor out or forever be washed away!"...

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	Russell Sivey
Contest Name	Good Luck Meal 

Aussie Drover’s  tucker

Build your fire upwind of the billy,
If you want it to more than shepherd boil,
Thick slabs of Corn meat n damper,   (camp oven bread)
 with a drop of tomato sauce,
Or corn meat fritters fried on the coals,
In kidney fat of course,
A billy full of Bushels tea,
Just sitting on a log,
And banana  fried  well, fritters,
Washed down with some tea or grog,
Sometimes .
On New year’s days a droving . 

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I want to discover a new species please
I will follow a lead or breeze with ease
Under bushels of bees I will soon squeeze
On my sore old knees, beside the spring peas

Until weather changes to a good hard freeze
This opportunity I will now seize
Naming my species whatever I please
Want to come? Join me at the oak trees

I will name my species Peco Vees.
A name I have discovered in a dream of Lee’s.
He told it to me after I used some pleas.
Come with me now, I do not tease....

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