Short Farming Poems
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an actor he was typecast
a soldier hit by a blast
but as of today
he's out mowing hay
farming a dramatic past.
life is the harvest
death is closing the barn gate
leaving all behind
everything that grows
will slowly come to its death
there is no simple way
The melody of memory is farming a low note,
drawing out the sonorous tones of your voice on the phone.
‘Hello.’ Have I always been this nostalgic for warmth?
I
mystery in seeds:
real to me, small, flat gourd seed
now, shoots at window smile
II
Flat white seed planted
a meter from window
three weeks: hi from window
In the annals of Rome the least glorious
was an emperor named Honorius.
Though Rome's plight was alarming
he spent his time chicken farming,
a pursuit which made him notorious.
Fields Sun
. Water Time
. Ripen chop
. Harvest crop
. Cereal
. Nibble chew
. Swallow fill
. Fibre Smile
Happy Tummy
A beautiful, caring daughter
Eager, farming girl, hardworking.
If justice knows life, may niceties overflow.
People quarrell reasons, sounded though unspoken
verily will x your zion.
Farming
Life, Martha mills
took over. Industry
certain pay check, minimum wage
People could do an honest days hard work
to feed their families. Prosper
and grow mill town, before
the certain END...
Farming
Vertical farming is the way of the future
It's our only salvation, without it we're losers
My life is winding down
But seeing farm fields I frown
I'm assured vertical farming is our only solution
Me great, great, great-grand pappy-died
His son, sailed away from fighting Ireland
In the wake of the potato famine, sought land
Farming his love, many sons his pride
Irish potatoes-boiled, mashed, salad and fried
Bringer of Old Age
Saturn, that's what you always were
You move quite slowly
At a snail's pace
Twenty-nine point forty-six
Years, orbit the Sun
Named after a god
Within the Roman pantheon
Of farming and TIME
A simple farmer he was,
Towing his plough along the field,
A golden shine caught his eye,
Digging he found coins and so much more,
Riches beyond his wildest dreams,
A new plough he would buy,
Just a simple farmer he was.
Back drives me cold
Plant at village
Busy morning.
Season's shortage
Between rice price
Need force to plant.
Each time pants on
Soaking the mud
Life hard living.
Love those who work
A farm living
Help a nation.
Your magical wheat farm,your hair is so charming
It makes me wanting to start farming
Your voice is my melody Come and be my remedy
Without my Blond dream I have no hope to survive
Her name will teach me the meaning of survive
Form:
Farm laborer
Produces
Food for you and me;
Commits suicide
Owing hunger and
Non repayable debt...
We accumulate
His grains
Eat
Waste...
(Every day, 28 people dependent on farming die by suicide in India)
03 December 2021
Luggage
Heavy with o-dears
Ten days over the road
Round trip along the east coast
Much to see and so little time
Virginia is my favorite state of mine
Farming flat land and history of war
Record breaking heat wave
Purple blossoms
Monuments
she stealthily sneaked up on farming community
surprising everyone, for they were deep in sleep
threw barns, sheds, tractors and pitchforks into the air
they were whisked away inside her whirling turmoil tunnel
1952 tornado in Nebraska, devastation from an F-4
.
breath of morning rain...
a gentle benediction
over fields of wheat
Growing up in the country...
a farming community worries over lack of rainfall
....a blessing is a good year of rain...
UJAMAA
(Kwanza Thought For Today)
Let’s not be in drought,
Collectively plowing growth—
Juicy fruits growing:-
Sowing together,
We collectively reap more—
Barns of life well stocked:-
Farming together,
We harvest abundant crops;
Well nourishing all:-
Many hues of green
Looking into her flashing green eyes,
Greener farming had only stayed with wise,
Queen's Emeralds if were seen,
envy must have turned them green,
Unripe greens had to pay all the price.
Written April 5th, 2016
For contest by SKAT A
~ Tribute to Kibbutz
Sde Eliyahu ~
45 years vanished
my heart yet beats
for the tiny farming village
my purest, unsullied love
the people mostly gone
who helped me find myself
their still-life photos sit upright
on tear-stained worn bookshelves
Beef is conceived in a package
Onions are grown in a bag
Sardines swim best in oil
Pebbles thrive in the soil
Today's teens don't know geography
But they sure do know about farming
Lines above from youth essays on agriculture
Aren't they delightfully alarming?
Beneath the sun, the farmer sows,
Into the earth where hope still grows.
With patient hands and faithful heart,
He gives the seed its place to start.
The rain will come, the green will rise,
And golden harvest fill the skies.
For every seed the farmer lays,
Is a prayer for better days.
Wild country,
Pools of dead water
Glen of scrub and brown brambles
Snow dirtied by traffic and by
Mud thrown up by passing trucks
Farmland , where cattle and sheep huddle
And old homesteads bravely smoking chimneys
Harsh winter farming,
Survival
A dying breed
Working to make a living
The life
Of everyday heros
Laborer and oxen are drawn
to slumber and to toil.
trodden fields of dawn
through basalt seeded soil.
A consistent daily chore
broken and blistered skin
farming out of folklore
the spirit from within.
An iron age passes by,
ploughed by tools of wood
Faces etched, livelihood.
(The traditional farmers of Nicaragua)