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Ryan Farmer Poem
Hey! butterfly! butterfly!
Wait for me,
And tell me of your dreams.
Have you danced with fairies gay
And found your love and life?
Have you sipped the sweetest gold
And rest on the coloured beds?
Hey, butterfly, butterfly
Come on me,
And sing me your finest song.
Have you heard the music,
The music of all that is?
Have you seen the unseeable tones,
And swam in the seas scent?
Hey, butterfly, butterfly
Rest on me
And tell me what you be.
Have you danced with blossoms
And laid your babes to hatch?
A fluttered dream of worms long dead
The hope of better things to come.
Hey, butterfly, butterfly
Leave me not
But tell,
What do dreams, dream of?
Of worms? of God?
Or Both?
Copyright © Ryan Farmer | Year Posted 2013
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Ryan Farmer Poem
Dear Friend (Death)
How oft`n have we shared a crust of bread
And wet our throats in tears
When both we met to wine a boat
Into waters deep.
And yet I fear you not
For sure as a rising sun
Or a setting moon
Or swirling galaxy
Thou will come for me
To rest my pain and sorrow
And gift me with a life renewed.
You are my vag-na,
My key
My eggshell
You are water to a seed
You will turn my page
And close my book but
Hand me a library.
Read one last line and
Let me float into an unseen dimension
until I meet my lover
face to face
who justifies everything.
Thank You, Friend.
Copyright © Ryan Farmer | Year Posted 2013
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Ryan Farmer Poem
My Tree,
And
My child,
From seed to sprout
Then twig to bough
From shade to light
Together upward t`ward the sun
From hope to faith then love,
Embrace my death,
And grow with me.
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Ryan Farmer Poem
I know your father,
And his fathers too,
I know you all,
Together.
And now, without a frown
You want to tear me down.
Do your fathers know ?
And children`s children ?
No !
I feed the air,
Embrace the earth.
I keep the flame,
And waters hold.
Dear one,
How will you cope,
When I am gone
Devoid of hope?
The air will choke
And earth will move
Fires consume and
Waters wash away.
When I am gone, how will you cope,
Dear one, devoid of any hope?
Copyright © Ryan Farmer | Year Posted 2014
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Ryan Farmer Poem
What has more beauty than a tree
That sways and shimmers in the cooling breeze.
Dancing in the living wind,
To the music of a rushing wish
Embracing the heart of Earth,
Adorned with the jewels of free spirit.
What shares more bounty than a tree,
That feeds and quenches more than thousands
Laying beds of amber leaves
To Feed our mother earth
Kissing the face of Gaia,
Adorned with the fruits of free blessings.
What is more solid than a tree
That shades and shelters from torrid sun
Standing in the firey hell
To defy the scorching blaze
Clothing the bare skin of Ma
Adorned with the strength of free love
What is more aged than a tree
That holds and lives throughout the eons
Vying all that flows
To stand against all evil
Baring the heart of love
Adorned with the power of truth
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Ryan Farmer Poem
For a quarter
of a hundred years
We waited
hidden.
Others losing heart.
We listened
blending
Others died.
We listened
motionless
We learnt all there is
and more
Till our hairs greyed and fell
We waited
invisible.
Living among spiders.
Then the forth came,
Chosen,
The boy
Gave us a fighting chance
Giving us,
The only hope we had
He saw the road
Turned us into hungry lions,
launched
An irresistible pride unto ourselves,
And wise humility.
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Ryan Farmer Poem
Valletta city:
Palazzi like clothes-lines of unwashed underware,
And stale, crumbling cake-carnival,
A giant cheese-grater,
Across a block of holed cheese.
City-fortress without a gate,
undressed and shamed,
A gaping hole between two thighs.
Hoarse Parliament, two sizes small.
Theater-pjazza under sun and sweat,
Rain and wet, and noise annoyed,
At least cumfy plastic seats.
Piano playing his violin.
In Karnival town.
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Ryan Farmer Poem
Marie may be for President,
Now in our hearts she`s resident.
Truly has a heart of gold,
It should be widely told.
Marie `s hard working through and through,
Great champion of the weak, we knew.
Clearly able to connect,
She`s earned our due respect.
Great minister, mother, and wife,
To help us, is her way of life.
Marie stands so straight and tall,
So loved by one and all.
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Alone upon a foreign shore,
And deep within the forest realm.
Gliding just above the forest floor
Colors flashing, jerking, flowing
Rapture: a maestro moving.
Fragile so alive and reckless.
Stunning ballerina prancing,
Dancing tales of lesser lore
Discover overwhelming awe,
Give me more and more and more!
A sight enchanting to behold
Leaves floating on a surface stream.
Give me space and time to dream,
For memories long forgotten.
Copyright © Ryan Farmer | Year Posted 2016
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Small, crunchy, n` creamy.
Father X-mas between the two
Salty, tasty, n` nutty.
Arom` ! Arrostato !
Swelling `n choking,
`n dying,
and.. . dead.
Merciless.
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