Short Harvesters Poems
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Inside the season
behind a warehouse
the wind got away
The cause was dark
beyond those trees
I rode away
I saw the moon block out the sky
Facing eastern winds
I sought the harvesters
meshing an epiphany for St George
Blessed
Are the Seed Planters
And the Harvesters
When they are in Him
And sent by the FATHER Elohim
Planted also those who plant those the seeds
We are also Seeds from the Father
AMEN
3/18/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©2023
of unjust harvest
when will
the grim reaper
tire
being cast murderer
how long will
stopped stalked beings
be blown away
like crows in forbidden fields
does not war yield
enough to be reaped
or
will strange fruits
forever to be plucked
by the harvesters of hate
(a haiku trilogy)
1.
wheat is sun ripened
lightning, palpable danger
harvesters sweat blood
2.
rain hail wind high risk
damage heads break fragile stems
many ways to fail
3.
legalize gambling
make farmers share harvest fun
weather, markets, plague
Long Tooth
April 27, 2016
What a place 2 be
So beautiful so majestic are thee
Flowers bloom in the meadows
Harvesters in the fields
Cows mooing in the pasture
As the sun shines over the hills
Country roads that lead to no where
Lil log cabins sitting there
Fog a dew cover the night air
Like a thin blanket hung up there
Form:
A shrunken, bitter fruit
dropped from a brittle branch;
the summer rains have passed it by;
the harvesters have let it lie
and Winter stalks the field.
Numb through long days and star shy nights
beneath a void of trackless snow;
dull passersby may never know
the bounty death will yield.
© 1987, Faye Lanham Gibson
HOLY ROSES
Planted by the stream;
Made so beautiful
For everyone to see
And I thank God
For growing them
Those holy roses
Below His shoulders
Fragrant jubilee
Multicolored, rainbow
I till the garden, tend to the land
Harvesters of prayers
Until Jesus comes
Planted by the stream;
Holy Roses
9/25/10
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Spring has come
Sour Cherry blooms
Lady blackbirds dance
Attracting her future groom
Summer arrives
On the leap of Spring
Bringing rays of life
To all living things
Autumn's reached
As the nights draw in
The scent of Harvest
Harvesters bling
Winter welcomes
Coal fires glow
As her months grow cold
Bringing festive snow
"Hooray! for those quiet voices that channel out the choices,
Hooray! for the harvesters they give birth to the chaos.
In those the sums of life lessons learn reality class courses,
Why weeping mourn for that that is torn love losses.
Hooray!, I say it's okay to be alone in Christ is Okay?"
8/5/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Smite many men
That I am a whore
Who labor's only
That the sands of
The hourglass shall
Speak me strange.
Nut's the having
That harvester seek
Harvest.
And fruits ripened
To be stored.
That worship of both
Shall profit the harvester.
And celebration of
Harvest will make
The harvesters speak of
How the harvest shall be
Shared.
Works of men
To the needs of people!
Pale daughters wash between their ears
always requiring a shine
playing chicken
They ignore the red traffic lights
claiming they want a real life
A life without jewels
They jostle for manufactured joys
Tempus Fugit
How they age disgracefully
hollow like a shell
They gain your trust
then play cat and mouse
Viva la difference in reverse
they are only harvesters of
an autumnaless garden
abundance beckons...
devil's squeal of glee...
~ harvest shared... only with me...
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'When you reap the harvest of your land,
do not reap the corners of your field or
pick up the gleanings your harvesters
drop. Leave them for the poor and the
stranger. I am the Lord, your God.'
Leviticus 23:22.
At the pink dawn, birds on a wing,
All nature in the glory of spring,
Autumn campfires under bright stars,
Thrilling summer sounds from guitars!
Hummingbirds in the Tuesday fields,
Whistling harvesters with the yield,
Christmas carolers in deep snow,
Gay cicadas with their rare show!
Crazy crickets and humming bees,
Whistling moonlight wind in the trees,
Joy in meadows, joy in the woods,
Joy all over the neighborhoods!
My Autumn bridge has come for me and bids me come abode.
Hats off and a warm welcome to her cooling sun of Fall.
Come O gentle winds and also Autumn showers.
O hurricane, we pray you to minimize your pain.
May Autumn trees in recline sing of their beauty.
Satiate the land with your trees of golden leaves.
How sweet the sound of harvesters gathering the grain.
O Autumn friend, rain down prosperity on every living soul.
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