Short Unplowed Poems
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He Cares,
So Should We
Written: by Tom Wright
2/2/2018 2:30 am
When we live for Jesus each & every day,
It doesn’t matter neither time nor cost.
Good seeds we’ll sow on our given way,
Our mission is simply, witness to the lost.
We plant good seed in fields unplowed,
Sometimes the resolution we never see.
Then at day’s end our heads are bowed,
Thanking Jesus again from bended knee
He Cares,
So Should We
Written: by Tom Wright
2/2/2018 2:30 am
When we live for Jesus each & every day,
It doesn’t matter neither time nor cost.
Good seeds we’ll sow on our given way,
Our mission is simply, witness to the lost.
We plant good seed in fields unplowed,
Sometimes the resolution we never see.
Then at day’s end our heads are bowed,
Thanking Jesus again from bended knee.
A snow bound silence descends now
upon my hallowed home,
the traffic's gone, the streets unplowed
and I'm engrossed in tomes.
A ribald tale of myst'ry roils
the knights have charged the breech
the bard sings tall tales of old
of maiden's love's unleashed.
The pendants mark the battles course
as Saxons face the Celts
unarmored men fought Saxon's, Norse
in naught but paint and pelts.
And so it was, and so it is
as men live or die for a kiss.
The horses hitched, the team stands ready
The farmer’s hands on reins firm steady
Prepared to work with heads held proud
To challenge fields that lie unplowed.
With gentle hands he guides the crew
To plow the furrows straight and true
At corners turn, a pure ballet
These mighty steeds, grand Boulannais.
All day long they mind their plowing
Weather fair, daylight allowing
The three of them all work as one
The farmer and his team ‘til done
Sensational shockwaves of fall, 2001
witnessed world trade struck cold.
As its backdrop collasped, we trembled in a sea
of misgivings untold.
Brilliant aftershocks arose then in quick pursuit
though nation’s nerves were pained.
Countless rich outgiving, volunteer champions
committed, unconstrained.
Into unplowed soil of cowardly destruction
bounteous seeds were sown
freely without thorns of selfish gain or glory.
Faith bloomed - distrust, overthrown.
Ah, poetry
The last vestige
Of its vestige
Fragments
Of a shattered love
Broken
By the demands
Of beauty
Showing its age
Metaphor
Lost in its meaning
Metered fences
Challenging the wanderer
Corralling the herd
Nuances lost
In the unplowed fields
A dandelion shunned
For lack of compliance.
Oh, poets,
Would we be led
To worship
At the slaughterhouse
Of free thought
Reshaped words
Rekindled passion
Or stand as one
Alone
Undaunted
Group
Of forever’s rebels