Short Sheaves Poems

Bringing
in the sheaves,
a few days leave-
the promise of work..if
you please...

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the deck frame chewed up
outdoor rug is turning green
— Summer sheaves

7/7/2018...

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As soon as seeing the roses 
cut and bound in sheaves,
Nightingales began to sing in pains
through the dying rose leaves...

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Rich Harvest



oats ripe for reaping

yield under the sharp scythe blade

sheaves of golden grain





Idyll-haiku-seasonal...

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Grateful, my life to the Lord cleaves*

blissful as heart shares love-caring sheaves.

*Acts 11:23 … With purpose of heart … cleave unto the Lord.

November 12, 2021...

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Winds whip 'cross wheat field

   sheaves float up, dancing on air
   
      ~ magic carpet ride


           

           June 04, 2020
     Brian's Select 4 Contest
      Sponsor: Brian Strand...

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Always Knew In Christ Could Confide

We always knew in Christ could confide;
On Him did depend on and have relied;
Sheaves in bring,
While songs sing,
And read Bible where He was clarified.

Jim Horn...

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Stooked up sheaves,midst growing clover
In wind and rain,toppling over

A polished blade ,glides to and fro
Timber echos in the glade below

The hands tick around,one by one
Tedium ends,with the setting sun...

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Till,scatter and then wait,
Come rain & shine-
Harvest,reap and rejoice.
Come rain or shine-
Bringing in the sheaves,
With  Jesus' hand in mine-
Come rain or shine.

Inspired by Knowles Shaw's hymn
Bringing in the sheaves....

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Amber sheaves of wheat stand tall,
proud to feel a ray of sun.
But seas of grain bid sad farewells,
waving as the sun takes leave,
and this fine day is done.




_________________________________8/2/15...

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witches and warlocks
gypsies and thieves
imagination
brings likes of these

pirates and pixies
bring in the sheaves
unicorn sandwich
cucumbers please

dragons and hoot owls
running from bees
witches and warlocks
gypsies and thieves...

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I race for summer's setting sun
as crimson bleed the alder leaves
in late September’s crisp blazon. 

I race for summer's setting sun
across the low unbroken run
past pyramids of flaxen sheaves.

I race for summer's setting sun
as crimson bleed the alder leaves....

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Trump Bringing In the Shears

Sure seems like and what it all appears,
Trump had been bringing in the sheers;
Kept cutting;
Head butting;
Our fears were everything disappears.

Jim Horn

While we will worry and everyone wreaths,
Caught Trump again stealing all the sheaves....

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Trump Wish Would Parish 

Hillary we love and still do cherish,
While we wish Trump would parish;
On Christmas Eve,
Episcopal Church leave;
All of us he does like to embarrish.

Jim Horn

He was actually at an Episcopal Church.

Seems like when Trump leaves, 
He had stolen all of the sheaves....

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It is harvest time; 
I am reaping sheaves of love, 
and loving in abundance. 

The field has been fallow, 
shallow, superficial unyielding soil; 
I have recoiled and retreated 

but now I am needed. I am free. 
I am loved; released to be me. 
I am adored and adoring in abundance. 

It is good year....

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It was so written on the 
sheaves of the stars
on the wings of the wind
on the waves of the seas
on the cool mist of the dawn
on every breath and every smile
on flowers, leaves and grains of sand--
Did you read it...I Love You?


~07/24/15
~"Shweet" contest by Andrea Dietrich...

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Autumn Alouette

Autumn slips away -
Pearly mists of grey
Settle on the scarlet leaves;
Fields now seem forlorn
Gone the wheat and corn
Bundled into golden sheaves.

Daylight seems to mourn
Passing days and storms
Umber glories litter streets;
Crystal frost now plays
In a pumpkin haze
After days of solstice heat....

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Bugs to flour
plants to wheat
you eat your bugs
I will eat wheat flour
you watch the crickets
I will watch wind blow sheaves
You spend millions on a bug factory
but cannot spend it on health care satisfactory
You can have your crickets while I enjoy my big steak treat
Bon appetite hope you don't heave with vomit at  your feet....

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Woman at a stop.

She stood at the stop
Cracking knees, stooping shoulders
Mothball odors
Medicine pores,
Disparate thoughts, waves of empty,
Numb buzzing nothingness
Imbibing vibrations of motorists,
Whirring, whizzing by
Crumpled yellow sere sheaves blow 
By the venous sheer skin, her feet
Swollen out of her shoes
She waits,
For the bus....

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What's left but a cripple?
Angry and Sarcastic,
Weathered lips
Bitten bloody 
In the cold
January Fix.
Entered in a 
Plummeting
Dirtied Drunk Mix.
Tasting;
Leaves,
Wheat and sheaves,
Daughters of Eves,
Feasts for Kings,
And other things.
Wetted tongues on
Driftless streets.
Heated talk with
Patterned
Beats.
When what 
Appears to lifeless
Is suddenly up for sale....

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What time of day it is I do not know
Except that like some fish doped out of the deep water
I've bobbed up bolly wise from stream of sleep
It is drumming hard here and I suppose everyhere
Dropping with insistent ardour upon our roof thatch and shed
And thro'  sheaves slits open
To thunder and lightening
So,lets roll over on our back
And settle to the sleep of the innocent and free....

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Leaves morphed in color
Blazing pigments are warnings
Like those set upon exotic creatures
Though the caution be different
Not of poison but of chill
They are like flyers, posting announcements
Of the coming event across the forest
And then they fall
Like sheaves of paper to heap and clutter the ground
Proclamations brown and withered
 Soon covered in drifts of death matter
And lost eternal...

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Fragments of first spring sun illuminate
A blithe wave of fluttering pinnate leaves.
Passerine dulcet birds cradled they wait
Ethereal  rain under narrow eaves.
Honeysuckle comes alive drawing straight.
Daisies bright, butterflies by the wheat sheaves.

Around garden's heart breathing once anew
A spider's web in tears form morning dew.

2/2082021


Spring Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh...

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Let's drift along paths of old heather,
See today is beautiful weather.
The lightest mist of dew still wet leaves
Lying in fields in tightly bound sheaves.
Meandering along citrus trees
Sweet blossoms announce a bumper crop
And fragrance grow up slopes to the top.
A rill flows downhill forming a pool,
We go into the water so cool,
Let the sun shine in mid-summer heat
Then we'll drink out our beer as a treat....

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Tardy tulips delight,
First spotted in early May morning light.
Grape hyacinth clusters muster too,
The energy to push up through.

Warming sun with still cool soil,
Begins the season I’ll  happily toil.
Seeds to sow,
Annuals and veggies to grow.

Iris still but bundles of sheaves, 
Reticent roses sprout tiny leaves.
Sassy daffodils declare - we were here before
And now open still more.

M. Renee Taylor
5-3-18...

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