Short Farmed Poems

Grandma's kept up the house 
made sure food was hot 
while Grandpa's farmed...

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The soil whiplashed by the 'nnoyed North-easter 

         into the path of 'nnoyed vehicles farmed and not,

         as the daffodils bow in submission as is their nature,

         while the clever tulips close their turbans to survive....

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Imagined pins and needles
Hobbling my swarth
Homes sweet hearth cradling your whim
The sound and safeness of home farmed hands
The vastness invites in colour hued
But shadow and soul will not conform
Stepping over limbless torsos of people falling to pieces
Devil shunned faces turn inwards
As outside stays outside...

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He farmed because farming is what he knew; but a farmer
was not who he was, because he had other money-making
businesses for himself and his family.  What he knew and the
'box in which he was born and raised' were not big enough for him,
nor did they define him. My father, entrepreneur at heart, outside the box.

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The call to cut, dizzy came, the rib is off,
Now woe man!
Spiritual farm farmed by he
None another could carry;
Moisturized soil dried,
Sea wildlife fried,
Bush toil players, roared but are reared,
All other breeds feared.
At eve, He was hissed,
Ahhh, the devil dined!
This stew is rare; not many but few are real,
Thine rib made thee whole.
All these, many are the woes on he,
Beside the sin, sweet is she....

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Save your soul in a pickle jar
Wishes will get you only so far
Today is yesterday in review
Will tomorrow bring anything new?

Saints are sinners that God forgave
Dead bodies are farmed into the grave
You give and take and take and give
You live to die and die to live

Paradise was lost by a fleshy bite
Innocence was deflowered by knowing right
Adam's apple jiggles when he lies
Nothing is sweet as Eve's apple pie...

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Sound of a lonely man

Behold the sound
Telling you of a distance away
Hear him speak 
Giving the vision of a lonely man
Hear the lone voice
Crying to a nation closely tied
A place where plains fly into pains
A land slowly farmed into a forest
A place wide awake
But with the faintest dreams
See the land
Where unattended calls 
Runs into flashy thoughts
A place where the hopeful man 
Tells the tales of a lonely man...

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Sacrificed biographies, unwillingly wilted on the roads
Batched and bundled in flourished rows

Sorrow is freed
Comfort is farmed 

No king reigns on the quality land
Leaders have protected territory 
Warriors, soldiers, your pride reigns liberty 

Victorious flags wiggle in the heart of the wind 
Prayers light the mourning and burn traitors skin 

No religion should peel our flesh to bone 
No God prophets a sole to be cold...

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G  eorgia land of mountains and plains
E  arth of red that is farmed again and again
O  rchards of peaches, apples, and pecans
R  ural country with rustic charm
G  oobers planted under the ground
I   nvites folks to just hang around
A  tlanta the capital, fun, fun play

Georgia's variety make for a great stay
Just for a week end or a lifetime~ come today!

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OH THOSE DAYS,THOSE DAYS.FARMERS FARMED ,YES THEY FARMED NATURAL WERE THE FOOD CROPS,YES NATURAL I SAY. THE TASTE WAS SUPER GOOD,THE CROPS NATURAL IN ALL THEIR MINERAL COMPONENTS. THERE WERE NO [G.M.O] YES THEY CALL  IT GENETICALLY MODIFIED ORGANISM,OH WHAT A HARM TO HUMANITY.THOSE DAYS WE FELL ILL ON A SCARCE BASE,TODAY ALL SORT OF DISEASES. THOSE DAYS OH THOSE DAYS,YES THOSE DAYS.STOP THE INORGANIC FARMING MORE HARM THAN GOOD WE HAVE AS A RESULT OF G.M.OS.THOSE DAYS OH THOSE DAYS....

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Tucked away in tiny alleys
Golden secrets in pyramidal design,
Tumbling layers of flats and homes
In blocks of cream and golden limestone,
Indistinguishable behind screens and doors
And built to withstand the heat and cold.
Fertile land farmed in terraced slopes
So precious it’s preserved for crops,
Animals seem hidden away
In sunken pits, not on display.
A different world in the Mediterranean,
So much so it is a haven
Of safety from the wider world,
Let’s pray it can be preserved....

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