Short Plow Poems
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My due time is now.
I have the guts.
I have the know how.
I have alone,
Pulled the plow.
My due time is now.
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“Whither, whither go thou?”
“Through rumbling seas I shalt plow…”
“Ere sunrise I shalt return, and ere
The sable darkness avows…”
snow
glistening, sparkling
floating, drifting, delighting
white, fluffy, heavy, dirty
pushing, darkening, shoving
metal, uncaring
plow
Drifting empty cups
Scattered socks form tumbleweeds
Delirium in stuff
Plow past the chaos
Green fields wait patiently
Simplify til sanity
Little Jimmy riding bike, somehow
Was run over by passing snow plow
He lost his left arm
Left leg bought the farm
And after a day, he’s all RIGHT now
every clergy is an ox
wearing heavy yoke
drawing wooden plow
across the farmland
of people’s vibrant sins
endeavoring to weed
the mess in their souls
Why I'ma blue class das
Heaves off weight
Glass paings, cement trix
Uppa game
Leaves under trough
All circumvent no plow?
Gotta plan on does
Mookie curfew
A mountain of any height;
Roadblocks that life hurl your way,
Plow through them and forge ahead.
Keep persevering!
Corduroy blue sky
Sprinkles magic dust
In the crystal air
Orange-yellow poppies
Refuse to close their eyes,
While the blue oxen plow
The olive green fields,
East of Eden
The naked truth – sequel sequel
When showed up a farmer named Al
Who said as he set down his plow
Your moans are so loud
They’re drawing a crowd
And upsetting my favorite cow
The rule of the hoard
Is etched on our brow
Some live by the sword
Some die by the plow
We watch it unfold
Yet still we allow
With morals on hold
What won't we do now
Hope
Plow the field,
look to the harvest.
Cast the net,
expect a great catch.
Yield ye Hope,
prosperity yields.
Glory and honor be to God.
by,
Martin Braun
7/9/2020
I
Hamid spoke of a mountain
See the forest
of Poetry
II
poets plow semi-aridity
with integrity
among words
III
sometimes silent, oft not
mountains imitate Existence
Zen obedience
A woman named Polly wouldn't yield,
though grown men wanted to plow her field.
“Without a ring you will fail.
I've thrown big stones in your trail.
My field now has a chastity shield.”
Lyrics skip laughter along lines about love.
And purple patient highlights light the night skies.
The Lilly lives without the plow.
Its supposed to make you wonder, how?
It dies when you figure it out.
Form:
Got a stupid question, driving me beserk!
The reason I am asking is, because I'm such a jerk
When we get lots of snow,
I'm curious to know,
how does the plow driver, make it in to work?
One good deed will break
Thousands of disasters.
One minute to plow
One point to harvest.
One quiet place to enjoy
The beauty nature gives to life.
One ordinary people
One day can be the richest.
How I spend me time
And labored, night and day
Weeding, fertilizing
Sorting heather, from the hay
Breaking soil wit me plow
Greeting daybreak with me pen
Then capture morning light
As I write with Rose again
Blossoming onwards
Know you’re worthy of success;
God…navigating…
Like flowers of spring,
Your destiny is assured;
God…cultivating…
Plow onwards in faith,
Rowing towards your greatness;
God…fertilizing…
Where the bull plow
The field makes green
Full harvest show.
A zealous hand
Rejoice a home
Supply not run.
When you see green
It means progress
I see it gain.
Agriculture
Is the backbone
Of a nation.
Blossoming onwards,
Know you’re worthy of success;
God…navigating…
Like flowers of spring,
Your destiny is assured.
God…cultivating…
Plow onwards in faith,
Rowing towards your greatness;
God…fertilizing…
It would be nice
to dwell on high
to sing with angels
before the heavenly throne
Yet that is not why we are here
True, we are heavenly souls
But we are souls that enter bodies
to plow, to plant, to pray
Icy daggers plow through my skin,
Bitting through the bone,severing the nerves,
trying to stop me in this unforgiveable wind,
But i pass through ignoring the killer wind,
becuase now it is time to warm my wounded skin.
snow storm
whirling, twirling
a few snowflakes at first,
she starts out so unassuming,
within an hour, snow is on the ground.
school is cancelled, children laugh
snow plow activity
housebound, hot chocolate
snow storm
Arrhythmic currents flow through trunk
Undulating frothy waves crest bough
Trickling nutrients in warm cavity bunk
Unsatiated leaves wipe sappy brow
Melange of colors sugary tears endow
Nascent blades a new surface do plow