Tillage Poems - Poems about Tillage

...The women in my Viking village don't like domestic work or tillage. They get much more excited when they all get invited on raids to go plunder and pillage.......

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...Many would have for it killed And blood of The Guiltless spilled, True Catholics to surprise, For it fight and let voice rise! An eye catching Rich Terrain That knows how to welcome rain; En......

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...The apple fell already bitten upon, a mossy soil coated where the tooth-cleaved. Soon grubs worked their way out of the pith creating a teeming mulch. Adam had fallen asleep again, in his gut......

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...He counts roots and tendrils, delves deep into his tillage, some plantings have escaped and he wonders to where? He seeks for the once planted, finds them, reveals again the beauty even in th......

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...I heard the call of the wild It bewildered me and chilled my body Closed my mind filled Filled me with uncertainty I am entrapped in my own village I have been lapsed Fell! Fallen ......

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...Each petal, leaf, each vein, each thorn, not any one the same, Stand tall in there duty protecting Their tillage from the dark winged shadows circling the sky's mains The wind slightly changes and ......

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... "Through the Vicious Eyes of Love" All is fair in love and war or so they say; why so as saints, mothers go through the course of w......

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...A consistently poor wage Licenses rage: An ugly fight against the cage, Steady enveloping of stagnant wage, A temper warning every wedge, Rising while lowered with vintage. Hirers open a ster......

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...He was airlifted to another place. The heath, the dales, the ridges, the high moors, they all began to slip away under throbbing wings. Occasionally a woman would approach, a silk moth in the......

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...Within the frame a sepia scene a dusty porch a rickety chair the fabric of your dusky face creased with ceaseless sunbaked woes your old pair of getaway feet gives a different walk of life......

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..."Again... I apologize but threefold times Using paper, pad and quill. ......

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...Flower smiles in the morning To overthrow any mourning, Engendering the feeling That begins soft healing: Flower displays our choicest elegance, Exuding the firmest fragrance, Past striding the......

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...Those were such happy days, for I had lately been deeded a farm, My aunt and uncle were retiring, so tillage had lost its charm. Since they were childless, and to a retirement community bound, I......

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...The apple fell to earth. It was bitten through it rolled; mossy soil coated the tooth-cleaved part. Already grubs were working their way out of the pith creating a teeming mulch. Adam had falle......

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... There’s a wizard in the Ivory House, speaking grandiose The klu is in the bewitching words he spew This be the klux of the matter — See the toxic spiellage vapor wasted ‘pon th......

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