There were grass-hoppers once, in these fields of green.
Leaf-hoppers too and a myriad other tiny wing'ed ones.
Now bees fidget fretfully along the hedgerows.
Lady-bugs, now only the twelve-spot greenhouse slaves.
Monsanto's beetles badgering them as they fiddle.
These ditches that once housed frogs and musk-rat, ferocious diving beetles,
The sky absent the wheeling martins, the boisterous larks.
Gone the pests, I rue the dearth,
bring me back my mud, my earth.
Never was I annoyed by them, always an ally that buggy thing,
Who yet knows how the June bugs sing?
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 8:34 PM UTC
Love this life like a boy loves a girl
Love it all as it rolls up in your face
as it splashes your drink all over the place
Love this life as it deals up like cards
one heart one diamond two clubs and then its hard.
Love this life like a girl loves a boy
love it all so quiet when you are trying so hard
as it fills all the spaces in a well built heart
Love this life as it pages out grim
one dead one dying two going then the dim.
Love this life like a Mam loves a baby
love start to finish without question with out cease
Love it as it curdles and when it brings you peace
Love this life you're living, let me hear you as you sing
One Heart, One World, one only real thing.
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 4:11 AM UTC
I am a gesture of hers,
she makes me into all I am.
Each work, each impulse, all are what she would have me do.
I rise, as does the sun, at her bidding
when she tires of us we go, I to sleep and him to set
to enable her sleep in peace, to satisfy her dreams.
I am all she wishes, no less, no more
When she no longer needs us we will sleep for evermore.
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 3:52 AM UTC
From the cold into the light
from the dark into the heat
as we each in ebb and flow
watch times tide seethe at our feet
feel the shifting sands of times beach
drift beneath our souls feet.
We cannot anchor in this bay,
we dock here gently for our live's short stay.
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 3:48 AM UTC
May your tears be numerous as the streams from the Mountains,
May they wash your grief away in one springs passing.
May they nourish those beneath you, and around you.
For it is only in the certain knowledge of our numbered days that we can find Truth and Joy,
May your laughter and singing be as bountiful as the Suns rays,
May those tunes bind you and hold you up among those who love you.
For it is only in the certain knowledge of our treasured times that we can find Love and Loss,
May you walk on soft paths, may the airs be ever scented on your way through these days,
For of such things as we are made so we make our worlds way.
Let us see the light in the storm clouds and the sweetness in the flood,
Let us ever lift each others hearts with gladness at the Days break,
As we hold each others souls at the hearts-ache.
For our days are few and our hearts are full.
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 3:46 AM UTC
My Harvest, my golden ever-lasting grain,
My bird-winged heart who soars above this dull terrain.
My Heart, my love, my lasting life's refrain.
Oh breath, beat on and overcome this pain.
My crop of gold, my one true wish, my meaning as foretold.
My true and constant one, whose only hand I hold.
My lonely one, my ring'ed one, whose story is not told.
Oh heart, bear up and carry me to the fold.
My only at my leaving one
My dark nights soothing sun
My comfort tales by her are spun
My daily works, my widowed one
Let all the suns rays warm her twice,
Let rainfalls wealth melt her winters ice,
Let all my mossy paths caress her feet,
Until the two of us re-meet.
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 3:43 AM UTC