Short Furrow Poems

much to her famous pa did owe
then ploughed her own furrow
to have her say
breaking the glass ceiling 
of her day...

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dew crafts
crown on grass
gold flakes fall with leaves
fire furrow paves garden path
gilded trees adorn autumn’s spectral splendor
 
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He thinks my tractor's sexy
I wear gold hoops and pink clogs
My hat's quite floppy
My furrow set to sow
He thinks my tractor's sexy
and I bounce around for him....

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Pastoral heart of drifting swain
Seeking fair lilly my field requite
Thick clover only passive streams drain
Silt each furrow with frilly delights
Cloak jade meadow with fecund light...

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Identity,
Born from a kernel of inheritance
Planted deep within a furrow of pain
Growing in the light of new discovery
Reseeding itself
  —waiting for the rain

(My Son Trystan & I: May, 2016)...

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The speaker says

There is "no you"

And brows furrow..

But the sub-text

There is "no not-you"

Seems not spoken or heard..

Which could ignite

Perhaps and maybe

An exploding Wow...!...

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A woman in a man's world was Artemiia Gentileschi
broke the glass ceiling to be free
She much to her famous pa did owe
but in her day ploughed her own furrow


https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Artemisia_Gentileschi...

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not the banyan trees
dried twigs hold the dragonflies
often carefully

few fallen feathers
form firm foundations for Finch's
fantastic furrow

a leaf on waters
becomes great lifebuoy
for a drowning ant


17 August 2021...

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Bungalow shrouded by sorrow
Ancillary space time doth borrow
Recycled dreams in dark basement furrow
Residual memories in corroded hope chest burrow
Embezzled ambitions in fallow vault sallow
Naked soul in hollowed-out walls doth wallow...

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Fantasy

Fountain pens scribe paper

Feathers inkblot meaning

Furrow stanza rhythm rhymes  

Feel caress intuit

Fine tapestry emote

Flirtatious poetry

Flowing love in motion


19th September

Syllables 6 6 6 6 6 6 6 =42...

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On Taking Secretaries To Lunch

If you live in the valley
know the lava above
has the tact of Comanche
demeanor of dove
Hoe furrow
don’t sprinkle
your seed
then enwire
Post sentry
tall criers
Go home
to your love

Donal Mahoney...

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The dog runs through the grass,
Chasing,
Pursuing,
Hoping to catch what was thrown.
In triumph, it catches the object,
Chomping down victoriously.
Suddenly, its brows furrow,
And spits out its spoils.
Questioningly, it looks at you,
Wondering why you threw a lemon....

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Tis true you swore an oath
A contract intended for both
From saints pure minds you did quoth
Your duplicitous mind, truant heart did me betroth
My nubile furrow plowed for fecund growth
Yet your fertile stream my shallow root did not clothe
My fruitless womb your evil spirit did loathe...

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Of men and ships that plow the seas
And leave a vanished furrow
In unmarked depths of ocean field
Where a million sees lie fallow.
Men who cast with roughened hands
Hopes upon the silken crests
And visions to the salty breeze
Ships that touch the foreign shore
And paint the harbor frieze....

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Divine Mother’s touch,
we yearn for so much;
gentle love caress,
bliss making ingress.

Bliss currents burrow,
beneath skin furrow,
enlivening form
with magnetism warm.

Soma nectar drips;
heart, with pleasure sips
elixir of God;
our soul, overawed.

16-April-2022...

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So innocent in Thy slumber,
The dreams and vigils of the day
gone by.

No furrow marks Thy brow.
No trace of teardrops
Glisten from your eyes.

Thou art so much like the flower
Eager for the silver dew...
Thy face is flushed
as dusk rests heavy on the breast,
And as I keep night watch
I love you....

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Mule minded 


Plough, my mule
a furrow in my name 
the almond tree blossoms
there will 
be another furrow 
in my name
memories collect 
spent bullets 
in a mass grave 
in pursuit of knowledge
while yellow flowers
at the edge 
of a memory 
wilts 
not robust enough 
to plough another furrow  



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Observing breath without regulating
In nonchalance simply looking ...
We mentally pause at the moment of exhalation
The zone of breath polarity rotation ...
The void of cessation in focus between eyebrows
Is where we melt away and the void furrow

With pure intention
For divine connection 

18-September-2020...

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Many drink to December;
Like last phase of ember days, 
Rejoice, a step to cinders.
The smile of festive faces
Etches subtle lines, the frown
Of trying year, a furrow.
Traces of unrhymed rhythm 
Of waves and of crest and trough, 
Of a strange romance with time, 
Chime a solemn distant toll, 
Heralding our ember days.

© 2014...

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A lack of a horse or a Harley had long held him back,
the curse of normalcy and no redeeming truck.

Some said he held himself back
others shrugged 
knowing he had already lost a race
he never dared to enter.

Nevertheless he plowed his own track
kept a neat furrow
a straight-arrow aiming steadfastly
to nowhere worth a mention....

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Forgiveness

Dusted with determination
her bent old body plows a furrow
in the field of time.
She has bled into the earth,
eaten unleavened bread
with sacramental wine

Old Mother seasoned with
sorrow, proud of her pain
and the daily acts of contrition
that may bring absolution,
or that may crumble
like the gauzy wings of moths...

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Equines 

Two horses and a foal graze on my land
twilight, gentle rain

I  think of the days when ploughing 
the field, a sturdy horse

a long furrow on rich black soil
what more is there to know

stroking a flank, the warm aroma of
a horse arises in still air

dreams are endless, in daylight 
three boulders in a field 



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Although
it’s a hard row to hoe
a rough furrow to harrow
and a tough trench to plough
there’s many a meadow to mow
I hereby avow
and tho' it may be news to you
farmers have the need
to sow their seeds
where milkmaids milk the cows
swineherds feed their sows
and shepherds have their pie
and eat it too
in Slough now
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His village
is 
a plantation 
of privations,
where 
a variety of
sorrows grow.

Love
like corn 
lives
within 
a pale cover. 

Pain
is buried
in the furrow 
of misery.


Moneyless Majhi 
plods miles
with 
his stiff spouse 
on his shoulder.

Here
to live
is to burn
like dried cow dung.

First printed in The Literary Hatchet...

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Tilting in the breeze 
branches sway to and fro 
to the rhythm under the world 
a delicate snow to autumn breeze 
rushing here, there 
breaking branches
turning the air 
sway in rhythm to and fro
leaves twirl to the rhythm 
only heard by the defiance of trees 
they come in snow, sleet 
Torrential rains furrow 
they burn deep in the earth
awaiting rebirth...

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