Tillers cost up to three hundred dollars
I don’t need one, I have a puppy
He digs a hole every day to bury his face in
All I have to do is stake him out like a goat on a chain
Wherever I want my garden
Categories:
tiller, dog,
Form: Free verse
I'd never sat through A Thriller
In which a Tiller,not Killer
Was The Intended Godzilla;
Whether in town shot or villa:
The killer always The Pillar...
Never the Farm-Minding Tiller
Nor Grocery-Running Miller
Nor wheel-chair confined Bruce Bila
Unholstered-Gun-Bearing Killer
A Thriller makes a real feeler
And its marketer wise dealer;
In his films loved by his wheeler
And The Bleeding by his healer...
But it's some salute to bloodshed
And helping of free tears,eyes red;
Scared kids resolved on earlier sleep
But on their bed for a wake keep.
Categories:
tiller, death, fun, love, violence,
Form: Rhyme
Fiercely flipping his tiller tail
The king’s snout turns to point the way
To lead kin from a briny bay
Up a rustic roiling river
Of flowing falls, rough rocks, and banks
Lined with greeting eagles and bears
Set to embrace with beaks and jaws.
Traveling on a fasting diet
The royal salmon swims upstream
Seeking passage between the hills
To reach rippling crystalline rills
And fill an ancient deep-sea dream
To find its childhood gravel bed
On which at last to rest his head.
Categories:
tiller, death, fish, journey, life,
Form: Free verse
Come back to me, my sweetheart
Don’t leave me all alone.
Come back to me, my darling
I can’t believe you’ ve gone.
I’m crying ‘cos I’m feeling blue again.
I’m crying’cos I’m falling like a stone.
Oh, let me tempt you with my beauty
And my voice forever young.
Let me tempt you with my spirit
My laughter and my songs.
I’m crying ‘cos I never did you wrong.
I’m crying ‘cos with you I still belong.
I thought maybe I’d follow,
To see where you have gone
But there’s a hand upon this tiller
That is not mine alone.
I’m crying ‘cos I wrote this old blue song.
I’m crying ‘cos I’ve been lonely for too long.
The hand upon my tiller
The mystery of the dark
The unknown one who lives in me
And sings like a skylark.
I’m singing ‘cos I wrote you a new song.
I’m singing ‘cos the cat ain’t got my tongue.
Categories:
tiller, allegory, allusion, international, lonely,
Form: Rhyme
Land to the Tiller
Cracked and clef soil of tolerated native mother
Beaten halo, attacked by the sun
Being friend and enemy to the end
Monsoon rain drops cried tears
Beyond of measure of sufferings keep in heart
Obeying to nature of god the body always brooks
Courageous mind and crooked back life domesticates
Keeping the dream of the beauty and smell of rose
Barren soil turning into fertile
Making dug well wetted over the land
Reaping seeds beget color of green
Mother of native attests through the centuries in time
By the history, for the people
Hostage curse is inherited
By the heart, for own future
To struggle of unjust is unavoidable
Righteous reality locking by suppression
Release of violence guides the admission
Ceaseless hope of legacy with permission
Though dark, for light dawn of full moon
Udaya R. Tennakoon
Categories:
tiller, people, political,
Form: Classicism
Accept no truth seen through another's sight
But till the light within your sweeter seed;
Attentive is the tiller of the light!
The wise man knows the origins of blight
Begin when "want" of man is seen as "need";
Accept no truth seen through another's sight.
Too often man is blinded by a bright
Embellished myth converted to a creed;
Attentive is the tiller of the light!
When man depends on allegory's might
To cast out fear the truth must then recede;
Accept no truth seen through another's sight.
When men of reason gather to recite
Mythology as truth the truth will bleed;
Attentive is the tiller of the light!
The masses are deluded day and night
As they upon each other's error feed,
Accept no truth seen through another's sight
Attentive is the tiller of the light!
Categories:
tiller, philosophytruth,
Form: Villanelle