Short Sower Poems
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In this world to be a wanderer,
in space, be a navigator
traveling it is no hindrance.
If we live to sow love...
Unleash your inner power.
Bloom your latent talent.
Decide to be excellent.
Dare to be the best sower.
Nayda Ivette
9-15-2015
Tired is the sower of many seeds
but the harvester of none.
Oh, what joy If some of these
grow up to meet the sun
5/16/2021
'Charm me ~' Poetry Contest
Loki son of giant's
and bender of rules
Trickster of gods
Ignorer of fools
He's the sight of the spring time
The sower of oats
Deity of mayhem
Of fire and smoke
Spring is dear ,brings hope to the sower,
Flowers will cheer,with colours so clear,
Residing is a seer ,waiting for the lily,
Petals and pollen ,dance with the chilly.
An event horizon,
Mysteries of the sun,
Love is the foundation,
Look at what we've done,
Ending our beginning,
A generation of greed,
Be careful what you wish for,
Sower of the seed.
Form:
Husband is a good sower and wife a fertile land
One will plant a seed and the other, warms it to grow
When the two interact, they become one by a bond
And then the sower waters the land, till first fruits show
Last night,
a spirit moved along the ceiling...
I followed it
through cat eyes.
It moved slowly
like a winter spider
or sower in an oil painting.
Was it a surveyor from heaven,
a hell sent scout
or just a mousy dream
shuffling
beyond a shadow of doubt.
O thee, the sower,
who’s sowing but not reaping;
cut the tree? Why not
tend it, nor, cultivate it
near the crystal stream of love?
...that I may bear you,
the sower, who’s sowing but
not reaping, next spring
the sweet fruits, of you and me,
for the world to see---our arts.
Rows of sprouted thoughts have withered
dying of thirst, drying up in a field of grief,
and I, their neglectful sower, helplessly sit
as time elapses, watching them expire.
November 1, 2021
Liberum Divisa 8 Contest
sponsor:: Gregory R. Barden
Excerpt from 'The Bereft Poet' 1/24/21
I left, I went to the street
even though I knew i wasn't the sun!
But as it was day, I shone...
I lit people and things...
I took away the cold that was in them...
I do this almost normally!
Then I came back to reality
penetrating the magical night,
even though I knew I wasn't
actually light!
life is either
Yes or no,
Black or white,
Like or hate,
Short or long,
Good or bad,
Thin or fat,
Big or small,
Rich or poor,
Easy or hard,
High or low,
Ugly or beautiful,
Nothing or something,
Hot or cold,
Hard or soft,
Heavy or light,
Sweet or sower.
So no matter what you do, you will be gone someday.
I am the guardian of the garden
Sower of the seeds
Quencher of the drought
Destroyer of the weeds
It attracts many admirers
Seldom am I alone when I'm there
The butterflies, the bees, and I
Go about our work with care
I am the guardian of the garden
The tender to its needs
And while I am busy tending to it
It is my soul it feeds
Those who want, to climb the ladder
it’s the ride to the top, that makes them sower
They don’t want, a broken ladder
so they hide and prey, that their lies are under cover
They do want, a big ladder
for more of that power, to stay in their tower
All we want, is a faulty ladder
to tear down their wallpaper, and watch them cower
Season of Harvest, Horn of Plenty
Tiller of soil, Sower of seeds,
Reaper of fields to feed the many.
(Grains and legumes, fruits and vegetables)
Season of harvest, horn of plenty.
Crops quenched by rains and meandering streams
Ripen under the inexhaustible sun.
(Spring forth produce abundance in season)
Cornucopia spilling over autumn goodness.
When she finally understood
The pain she had caused
The hurt cut deep
Just like
Like the well honed
Plow Blade opens
The earth for planting
Laying bare and ready
The heart
But the sower
Stood ready
And the seeds were
Laid in fertile soil
And gently soothed over
With hands of love
Then came the rain
Healing tears and
Light in turn
There is hope here
For the fruit
That will be found
At harvest
DAWNING ANOTHER DAY
Like sunshine of day,
Again, I have my dawning;
Glory to God:-
May divine wisdom and guidance
Lead me in labors of love.
In this day’s sojourn,
May I be a sower of
Determination:
Cultivating hope and faith
In conquering all evils:-
Use me today God,
In making this thankful day
One to be be glad in:
A day of overcoming
All trials and tribulations:-
That the heart
always be a poet
to leaflet beauty
around the world...
That always prescribe
joy as a deep medicine...
That it is always done
safe way,
perpetual...
So be it
walker of all
the places and streets...
To teach love
to all, in all
nooks and crannies...
express itself
always abundant,
profuse in verse
and kisses...
May it always be
student, lover,
in the marches and
processions...!
THE ULTIMATE NATURE OF WAR
Sown love reaps world peace,
While sown hate will reap world war:
Power its sower:-
Sharers of love will sow peace:
Profiteers of war, sow hate:-
World peace uprooted,
War’s deforestation plows
World devastation:-
Armageddon coming:
God plowing us a new day:-
Be ever mindful,
War is a power monger’s
Child of destruction;
And will be chastised by God:
Its navel giver uprooted:-
Listen to poem:
Tiny seed with embryo in toe
awaits the sower to decipher
all it's wants and needs,
to grow captive, in plots and pots.
Nature knows the needs of seeds off by heart.
Growers learn the code of what and when
by rote declension recitals of scripts,
and wasteful trial and error plantings.
Such failed trials and tribulations prove
costly to seeds left to rot, freeze-dry and die
when sown in cold, parched and barren,
foreign lands.
A seed is put into the ground
It rests beneath the sun
The miracle of what springs forth
Almighty hands have done
The sower having done his part
In faith must watch and wait
In time the object of his toil
Will sit upon his plate
When intimate relations
Of a man and wife are through
The seed is sown in passion
The results are me and you
We can follow the instructions
Doing only what we know
But God creates the seeds of life
All we do is sow
I am a star seeder…
Emotional healer of heart bleeders…
Value, unity and concentration I teach…
Assisting my dear ones with inner minds thought speech…
Observation, imagination and manifestation done from love’s truth…
Catapults one consciousness beyond feared sleuths…
Master emotion making reason based decisions…
Focusing will on your life’s grandest visions…
Knowing your self is meeting your savior…
Naturally we will display goodness behavior…
I am a star seeder…