This dirt farmer can't wash his hands or his mind,
Austin Heath

No one even asks what I'm doing these days,
and it's obvious they don't care.
I want to wash my hands of these people;
I come from a family of fist fighters,
and forgiveness is like a cardinal sin.
Fuck, even I'm still bitter about the shit.
Even I still get upset at the thoughts.
My lover wraps her arms around me
and I radiate this bullshit into her.
Every time.
Sleeping next to me
is dirtier than sleeping
in any grave.
This dirt farmer can't wash his hands or his mind,
he isn't a fist fighter or a loud talker,
he won't let the easy things slide,
and even six feet into this hole,
this dirt farmer is still digging.

#family   #heritage   #farmer   #dirt  

Greyness masks the giving sun,
Cool air snakes between my thighs,
Dragonflies alight in heeded flight,
As monsoon floods the paddy's eyes.
I step barefoot on the spongy mud
Which tugs back upon my sole
My journey etched in reddish clay
Mapped out from source to goal.
Winds murmur of a change of plan
And unveil the playful sun.
I put new footprints in my footprints
And begin again where I've begun.

#farmer   #rice   #beryldov  

If ya' don’t know bees
are faster than your fast horse,
you're gonna get stung.

Farmers' Almanac
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Farmers'_Almanac
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#haiku   #fast   #horse   #bee   #farmer   #texas   #beryldov   #almanac   #wikipedia   #stung  

Do your pissin' down
stream and your drinkin' upstream
or you'll get indisposed.

Farmers' Almanac
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Farmers'_Almanac
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Don't cheat an Injun
out of his liquor money
or you'll get gutted.

Farmers' Almanac
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Farmers'_Almanac
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#haiku   #money   #liquor   #farmer   #texas   #beryldov   #almanac   #injun   #wikipedia   #gutted  

Life is simpler when
ya' plow around the stump
or else ya' get screwed.

Farmers' Almanac
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Farmers'_Almanac
.
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer by Emily Dickinson
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"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer by Emily Dickinson
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"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer—

"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer by Emily Dickinson
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"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer—

Fences need to be
horse-high, pig-tight, bull-strong
or you'll get trampled.

Farmers' Almanac
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Farmers'_Almanac
.

My old pickup fits me like a glove,
the sunset burns through the dry haze

The scrub cedars have about
conquered the west pasture,
but thats a job for next spring

I need to disk up the south 80,
all fallow after the wheat sucked
it dry, but the damn 3-point on the
Allis-Chalmers is leaking again

I remember when I used to have
time to go fishin', that changed when
the bank raised the interest rate

If the early crop comes in, maybe
next summer I can afford new boots

© JG Farmer 2013
Jem Farmer
Jem Farmer
Nov 6, 2013

Have you ever been kissed by the one girl?
The only girl who claimed to steal your heart
As your mouth dried to dust, your brain a swirl
Of all the things you thought of as love’s art.
And there she’s stood, just waiting in the rain,
Her honeyed lips moistened to glossy shine,
And your soul takes that leap of faith again
Embracing senses spreading like a vine.


© JG Farmer 2013

Form: English Octave

Structure: 8 lines written over iambic pentameter of decasyllabic

Rhyme Scheme:  ababcdcd
 
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