Short Husbandry Poems

C*nt is the oldest word
the only word
for female genitalia 
it also means cow

Every farmer knows
the cow means more
than an unborn calf


~The Insolent Rib...

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'the sun has ascendant between us,
between two pinched,
that bow to each other;
love with the sun ascendant,
has red on our orgasmic ally
stem;
we are now like a shadow, thy
set, in the same continent;
but kiss the air husbandry....

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We urchins did survive
The cesspool of our streets.
Our joy at being alive
Depended on such treats
As husbandry can do. 
In sounds of songs unsung
We learned this as we grew--
Flowers grow from dung
And ancient songs renew....

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Relishing on sour foods left over night
Grains only fit for the husbandry
Sucking the unrefined milk after a cow’s fight
Generating the most unhygienic dairy
Diseases are thriving with unchallenged might
So everyone is a victim of the gory...

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I
Insolent Rib is only so
Until you speak poetry
and daily fare
Philosophy
I miss her
when she's busy
universalizing charity
all and sundry
animal husbandry
in her way (with Nature)

II
Some days (my lady
here knows its some days)
I miss their comradarie
The earth seems oddly quiet
When they do not speak
So, without having met
They are family yet
My Family of Poetry
Write, Heal, Shine Bright...

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Husbandry of the earth
is not a monogamous issue
it cannot be a polygamous thing
polyandry, it is not at all
try monogamy war spring up
attempt polygamy, mistrust rises
bring polyandry, rivalry embitters
self-interest husbands the earth
and earth is spouse of jealous men
men who hold spears and arrows
and dig trenches of war
as their share of interest
looks threatened
Destiny of earth as spouse
is ashes and charcoal...

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When will the olive tree be free,
its ancient roots,gnarled,twisted
earth-deep into its promised land,
stubbornly ignores its history;
With nectar,embittered and sour
the branches break off,with no bud
the unleafed tree provides no shade,
its verdant green,a dormant brown;
And yet the covenant remains,
the gardener and husbandry
daily engraft shoots with new life-
soon,will the olive tree,be free.

Fuller story at Romans 11...

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I wonder what my dower would  be
if he had not chosen life
A constable -in bag would be
the share - halved  - without the choice

Would  hold memories I suppose
but those we shared 
so, bring me half he owned outright

Bring me secrets on a page
and space them - just so-
that such stuns at a time
could never awe me so

And in it - the design
for such a mystery
and show me confidence in a wife
which entitled him husbandry...

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