Short Ploughing Poems
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12/08/22
Overnight rain hangs wetlights on the twigs of the autumnal hedges,
as the light blue sky is ploughed by diagonal yellow furrows to remind
farmers to finish their ploughing in this 'Yellow Belly' county, the most
the most farm favoured in all England.
the blue sky ploughed by diagonal
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
A waste of time
I have been so busy writing
that I have not had time to write.
Ploughing meagre soil
the harvest not enough to feed my heart.
A mountain of words that tell nothing
more than a wall to hide behind.
“what was it all about Alfie?”
A question that has no answer.
My August casts long shadows
and the famine continues.
Oh sleep you blissful monster! ally of death, where
have you been?
I sought for you all night long, my eyes at akimbo
as in a den.
When men were ploughing the ground to destroy
their plight
Then you came for me like a thief in the living
daylight.
Oh sleep!! not now for i have picked my pen.
Metaphorically
I`m a working pony
ploughing the oft
turned over the soil of poetry.
On the race track
of pedigree mounts
chasing medals and
honours, the pony looks
bewildered
but in the end
we are Equus Ferus
and domesticated.
Drought has come in the ploughing fields
Disaster has come to the matured nature
Drone of hate has deflowered the love envelope
No words bloom now in the garden of hazardous mind
Thief of hypocrisy takes birth in the veins of inhumane unkind
Yet I smile in the world of all acceptance
Smiling to me a blooming heart on mouth
02.05.2020 Chattogram
What have you been doing for long?
Ploughing.
A poet and ploughing?
Yea, but not farmland.
Then?
Language.
Why?
To plant seeds
To grow new word forms
With newer meanings.
But, does not it come thru inspiration?
It does, but not in my hand,
It being a rainbow bend,
So, pouring I’m my perspiration.
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Free verse |20.01.2025|words, poetry
through with time
though pristine she abides
the snow is lost to my innocence
where approaches the serendipitous footprints
a white ploughing just before the Winter darkness
that memory finished cannot steal
though melting there, my will
water healed
~ for a friend
RETURN OF THE BOAT
Waiting on the quayside at dawn,
Anxious eyes strained to sea
Their men home from o’er the horizon
In a still small boat ploughing
Through the mighty rough combers,
Now disappearing , now reappearing.
Glad to have them back home
From the deep unknown where
Only a wooden plank separates
Life from the depth,
As she crosses the bar
To ease down to the quayside.
All the leaves are browning, they'll fall before the snow
Underneath they're ploughing, so all is sure t' regrow
The insects get busy, they love this time of year
Until they felt dizzy, like drunk on wine And beer
Mother earth's in overdrive, now its work or die
Nuts in dirt they hide, how they search to survive
Autumn's the busiest time of year
Lest not forget there's mountains to clear.
The fruit of my loins are ne'er done, sleep is
Just not an option worth considering.
They much prefer the notion of ploughing
Right on. Through the wall, and not thinking
About consequences, meaning they're fore'er
Fighting and arguing and arguing
And fighting. Just one... Just one day without
Rows would be a blessing. It's not that I
Don't love them. I do love them. Of course I
Love them. They are everything to me.
Form:
A mule’s dream
A farmer was ploughing the field
his tractor was pink in the idyllic landscape
He ran out of diesel and went to get some more
at the nearest petrol station
A cloud descended, wrapped to the tractor in wool
and took it up to heaven
When the farmer returned, the tractor was gone
The mule, unemployed, spending days under a carob tree
saw the farmer go to fetch the harness
Together, as before, they ploughed the field
Oh I am a little metaphor
I love to play a word,
today I am a fortress on
Tuesday I’m a bird
On Wednesday I’m a simile
cos I’m like a train, storming
into history,to play this wordy game
On Thursday’s I push the boat out,
ploughing through the waves, then
Fridays I’m like a scimitar, slicing
through the raves
And if you catch me weekend, I
won’t hold a grudge, just take me
as you find me, wink, wink,
nudge, nudge, nudge.
Through successive phases
Of our existence
Traverse our deeds,
And the salvation by
Deeds becomes destiny,
Deliverance of mankind
Is the karma,
Ploughing the soul
Beautiful or ugly,
Retributive justice done
Through and through,
Morals and ethics,
Obedience and respect,
Honesty and staunch,
Righteous living, dedication ,
The good karma !
Frees of all desires,
Hence all sufferings,
Hence reincarnation,
Final destination
Meeting the absolute,
Through good karma !!
Feel fickle fancy
Meet moments misty
Rumble reaping rain
Ploughing petty pain
Juggle juicy jest
Pacing puny pest
Lavish laughter loud
Plotting pristine proud
Zipping zealous zest
Breaking beastly best
Fancy fickle feel
Drafting dizzy deal
Hassle high hopes here
Dangling distant dear
Lusty limelight lifts
Gather gloomy gift
Treasure troubling times
Crafting charming chimes
Leon Enriquez
23 November 2018
Singapore
Time is running like a silent speedy river
Colorful events are visible on its both banks
Sometimes they are charmless
Sometime they are of great interests......
Boatmen are crossing the rivers with passengers
Farmers are ploughing the fields of crops
Men are begging in serious poverty......
Why men become the sin of time
Why they do not become the virtue (of time)
Time is running with the tides in a flowing river
The river (of time) flows toward the future.......
Ploughing of resources
Amazes the universe
Should have been done
Scattering of the clouds
Magnifies the sky
Should have been noticed,
The soul,
It is the way
That showed the world
A sweetness of the voice
It is the respect
That amplified the individual
A representation of who you are
The truth,
Movement of the mountain
Shatters the atmosphere
Should have been collected
Sequence of the sea
Formulates the personality
Should have been captured
Once in a lifetime