Farm Sonnet Poems

I see you through the purple flowers. 
Heart churning in your chest. 
Sitting cross legged, pumped with powers.
Crowning chastity through your crest.

Wildflowers hear your song,...

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Sweating in the rustic dusts of Nazareth, you laboured.
As a farm labourer, ironsmith, weaver, and shepherd,
You ploughed with the peasants, who were curious yet loving.
They...

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Gas station snacks piled in the free seat,
windows half-cracked to catch onrushing air,
velocity cools the day’s outer heat,
blowing around my girlfriend’s auburn hair.
Avoid dull highways,...

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That circular object that brought revolution,
That, like greased bearings, made human labor easy;
Like machines many, this made its contribution,
The times to change and the cultures...

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Like a sea, in front of my glass window, A vast field lay, 
Corns of wheat ballet-dance in the soft breeze all through the day;
Quails...

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As A Poet, The Importance Of Truth

I wrote all that sunny day and all night
About love, life, also humanity
Not every day was sunny and bright
Nor...

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And My Life Is Pretty, O' It Is Just So Fine

Lightning struck just as soon as I inked those words
Sorta of like a mountaintop fell...

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Hitch The Old Mule And Load The Harvest Cart

Across the plains a bad ole murky mess
Unites in its quivering tears apart
And the bashful bride dares...

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Up Early Picking Peaches From His Tree

Eyes golden zenith holds mysteries galore
like a blue streak feeds itself doubly blind
in its wakings an old barn without...

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Life Weary, So Hungry I Could Eat A Dry Bone


Trekking through fire breathing desert, yes all alone
Mouth full of sand, shattered heart so heavy too
Life...

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Springtime is more than just flowers and sun.
April is drenched, and bees will have much fun.
Swarming insects frighten with bites and harm. 
A staining sludge swamp...

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~When "light upon yon window” aims to break
into my hollow head by early dawn,
such brilliant prose pours in as I awake
but by the time I...

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The Muir

As a child living on a farm during the war
had a pond on peatland, the pond’s water
was fenny and dark.
Slow swimming trout that tasted...

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Veracity (story)

A horse galloped across a snowy field at the end of the pasture, 
a fence jumped over a crazy gallop into the woods
came to...

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A runaway mutt. 

A dog bit a boy’s hand for this it must die
in human society, a dog has to be nice
ask any dog owner,...

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