Short Plowing Poems

plowing the garden
hot summer sun bearing down
recipes in mind...

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Gray horses plowing forward   glimpsing behind but never turn back....

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The seasons are running with a plow straight over my face 
and creates furrows for tears under my eyes....

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October spirit train has arrived
plowing through the German forest
steam hissing and spitting
terrified oaks and elms genuflect...

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Don Key went hither, thither and yon
Plowing fur rows to the crack of Dawn
From March to December
This upstanding member
Served as a yokel phenomenon...

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We are reasoning the limitations of women,in Islam,but we are giving non-religious freedom to women in our own land,what we do,is not defending Islam;It is just plowing the sands....

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The ship sails on plowing 
the surface 
of eternity´s echo. 
Where new dogmas
will be born, 
man die in the name 
of a deity. 
The ship sails on seas 
of timelessness 
till the echo ceases....

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"Old Poppin Johnny", plowing rows and smoking away
                       As far as the eyes of a tater can see and the ears of corn hear
                         From daylight until dark, it has been a long day "John Deere"...

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The road inside the house,
Ready to spell the book,
Leaning against the brick,
Humble as he took.
Praises the people made,
Of the prince of the ward,
Hatred formed inside his heart,
Plowing the craze from the pen to the sword....

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Paula’s partying parrot paraded pridefully past Pete
Particularly poised Petunia pranced persimmon sweet.
Pete preferred Paul’s personality, plowing past Petunia’s pail.
Quizzable questionable quandary quickly confusing quibbling quail....

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.
One
Man 
Prophet
Elijah
Spoke direct to God
God told him anoint Elisha
Elijah passed Elisha plowing cast mantle on him
Twelve men plowing oxen; Elisha was last in line said let him tell his parents goodbye

(Based on 1 Kings 19: 19-21)...

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snow job
(apropos the work goes on…)

snow—
that whiteness 
that blankets
the path
ebony footprints left
may cover the way
for a moment
but as night
melts into day
injustice is as snow
and we are the plow people:
workers of the sun
melting old deceit
plowing new strategies
for the new snow
coming…...

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I trudge there with leaden feet
Carrying invisible burdens
The perfect place to pause and ponder
And water my fear garden
You can keep your stones and daggers
And your thirty pieces
For I am my own Judas
Handing me over to me
Follow me if you like
But there's really nothing to see
Just me
Plowing my potters field...

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A misty sky hovers over the bay
Awaiting the Majestic Princess
Suddenly appearing on the horizon
Like a garganuan beast plowing
Through frothy watery furrows,
Eager shopkeepers making ready
For bargain hunters their wares
Expensive doodads for souvenirs.

written November 17, 2021
in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico...

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Resentment Is
Miracle Man
4/11/2022


Feelings of resentment are often seen as,
The dregs after life’s pot has boiled dry.

The by-product of spending too much time,
in a space where you had little desire to be.

You’ll never be a totally happy gardener, 
if plowing the same rocky soil each day.
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SIMPLEST  to know
Spring beauty floral flowing
The steamy summer
The autumn leaves crinkle down
untouched pristine snow fall found

Snow ball fight  and flight  yes,
Suppressed now tired and lazed 
Snow angels there's an angle
Heaps of snow on cars 
Snow plow isn't plowing now

It was time to go
Inside for hot cocoa...

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Going nowhere; a voyager of circles, succeeds
  Hoing my own garden; a harvest, full of weeds
    Ostracized; for concerning myself, of others' needs
      So; is this the flavor of my ink, when it bleeds?
        Thrilled by my emotions; they are my poetic creeds
           Spectors, are now plowing; to plant their own seeds...

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Void of you 
My life is like a wind
Drifting to nowhere
Tossed and turned
By the ragging nature

Your kisses hunted me down
Capsizing and ceaselessly 
Plowing my innermost
Drilling my manliness

Void of you,
My life is separated by miles of realities
Stay with me, my dreamer


Written by Awoh Kingsley
Dedicated to Adeola Adenekan
November, 2nd , 2012...

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haiku A

keeping hope alive---
strong stalwart sweet sable souls:
these are our mothers.



Haiku B

Ebony beauty,
Sustaining us in all things---
God bless our mothers



Haiku C

Beautiful black soul---
Audaciously bold in faith;
Praise God for Mama



Haiku D

Plowing up our hope,
And watering our courage,
Moms cultivate men....

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Gold Doesn’t Tarnish

Gold doesn’t tarnish
and the pinky poesy ring
which grandfather found
while plowing his field 
is as bright as the day
it was  first slipped it 
on her finger.

But the promise 
of love inscribed within 
still shines though their
fingers are long gone.

(Inspired by an episode of 
the British Antiques Road Show.)
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I did not know for sure
that the mouth is a very rich
and fertile source of slander,
arrow for rumors, back-plowing,
a reliable servant of the heart;
and master of every passion.
Running errands for lost soul
Releasing fire from hidden caves
If humans did not have  mouth,
and lived as plants fixed, dump,
the world would be boring boat
eventless, featureless and dead...

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if it don't stand to attention,
i just thought i'd mention,
i slap it in the furrow to plow,
keep on a plowing,  allowing intention,
just as long as it works anyhow,

things perhaps get hard,
 snug cuddle bug card,
disturrbed and is a rising, 
just keep playing the game,
 it aint quite insane
the end result is surprising. 

:re
THE VANISHING ORGAN
delysia hendricks

Don...

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He's an urban redneck
Likes his George and Madflex
He's country and what's next
Metropolis with crops

From barn to the city
Farming in the nitty-gritty
He's surrounded by concrete
Too many suburb plots

Sticking to dirt past
Agricultural for the future
He's certain who are unsure
Aware of hidden costs

Plowing his own stake
And modern, make no mistake
He's in tune to the horizon
Up until he drops off...

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I watch the traffic crawling by 
As I upon the river glide.
The satisfaction that I feel
Is something that I cannot hide.

For years and years this river flowed 
Without a ferry plowing through. 
What took so long to figure out
That one and one add up to two?

But why complain, for now I have
A ride where I can just relax 
With all the peace and quiet that
The crowded subway surely lacks....

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Number 15 rumbles a regular route,
Whining about the dew-drop hours.
A friend used to hang on and shout,
"Top-of-the-line!" Sucking fruit sours.

Underrated, invaluable, civil necessity.
Removing debris for the wasteful Whos.
Salting and plowing the frozen density.
Protection from plagues of pesty refuse.

Garbage to be his last embrace.
Toxic weight on asthma lungs,
While indulging a smokey taste.
I say, "Shoot it all into the sun!"...

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