Short Fallowed Poems
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A bird feeder full, hung from fallowed fronds
The apparition of this swarm of finches feeding: Felicity in flight
(All glory to Ezra Pound)
Carrying them with me,
traveling through time
Words seed my memory,
new meter and rhyme
Spreading them freely,
over days fallowed thin
New verses sprout upward
—rooted within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Carrying them with me
traveling through time
The words seed my memory
new meter and rhyme
Spreading them freely
over days fallowed thin
New feelings sprout upward
—rooted within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
THY EYES'
SAW FROZEN BEAUTY
STOOD LIKE THEE ANTARTIC
FROZEN TODAY
FELT YOR COLD HEART
LIKE MY SCULPTURE
UNNOTICE R'
YOU...
ME...
FALLOWED BY
LOVE OH
INVISIBALE IT SEEMS TO BE
INDEED SUCH RESILIANCE
STAY NO MORE
SAY NONE THE LESS
LOVE NOT ENOUGH
Wicked winds and wandering mists,
Moonlit hours and secret trysts,
Spells and charms; unhallowed loam,
Stealthy do the witches roam.
Boiling cauldrons, smoke and fire,
Fallowed fields, dearth and dire,
Ungodly grants that demons give—
O’ thou must suffer not a witch to live.
Those drunken nights and barroom fights
now seed my fallowed ground
Where women spurned and lovers churned
rule memory’s lost and found
Those wasted days and sleepless years
like wine have aged within
Fermenting each unwritten page
—reharvesting my sins
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
In the stark semi-private
Shared by rotating hip replacements
Her bed was along the far wall
Boasting a south facing window
With a view of a fallowed field
And the phases of the moon whose light
Set the specks of windshield
Embedded in the helmet
On her bedside table
To sparkle like diamonds
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O to stand upon an emerald place
A see the rage on Samson's face
That handome Goliath on Israel's side
Wielding a jawbone for stolen bride
What a picture of the rasta dread
What an elation over wicked dead
Littering like fallen leaves the fallowed
Land, shaken down to earth by hallowed
Hand. For here today where asses bray
There own jawbones could put them away.
i....gave my own soul
fallowed by my hart....
stretched so long... it continued
i a lender giving my hand... reached out
taking your troubles away...
in return.... a secret to be kept.
you... i my self trusted
not knowing what i sincerely troubled...
fear im laid.... about to become....
a night mare so to be.. opened to me
foreshadow don't... hide anymore...
worn me forevermore...
i.... to see another time of misfortune
i....gave my own soul
fallowed by my hart....
stretched so long... it continued
i a lender giving my hand... reached out
taking your troubles away...
in return.... a secret to be kept.
you... i my self trusted
not knowing what i sincerely troubled...
fear im laid.... about to become....
a night mare so to be.. opened to me
foreshadow don't... hide anymore...
worn me forevermore...
i.... to see another time of misfortune
At one point in my life, I had much love to yield
And now my heart; is a fallowed field
That has been overworked and sadly underfed,
It is now a place in which to bury the dead
Feelings relegated to dank shadowed tombs,
Oh, how I wish I had never left the womb
Warm and safe; I was never unprotected
Until cruelly expelled into a world so neglected
At one point in my life, I had much love to yield
And now my heart; is a fallowed field.
It is not a conversation you overhear,
Like the questions rolling underfoot,
"Who goes there?".
You can see the grass has told
How tall to grow
To the chicory, dandelions and clover.
At the edge of the pitch
Where competition is stiff,
They grow bigger, taller and bolder;
Yet in each new match, every plant,
Agrees to a height and no taller.
Till in the next field over, where it's wild and fallowed,
It's to the death, all bets are off, and no foul.
2,21,2020