#barley - Hello Poetry

# Along the priarielands-- rolling hills previously roamed by wild buffalo. Grouse sage hens prairie chickens pheasant hungarian partridge and now you-- You, in that pretty, flowing summer dress- walking that line.. between planted field and wild prairiegrass and not a blade is broken. Wind-- moving the grass and nearly-ripened crops like slow rolling waves out on the sea. Me.. watching you move.. just watching you-- move.. along that line between beautifully-planted and natural.. and moving with understanding; flowing-- ever-growing knowing.. sweetly knowing that there's a glowing from what you are showing-- me; Not a blade of grass or crop is ever harmed by your movements instead.. like me, they thrive-- leaning into you whenever you are near. . . . I am the grass the blade the crop-- ready for harvest the bison and the upland bird the forever wave hello of the tall grass of the prairie. And you are as much a part of it all as you are of me. Like the native grass and the native Lakota that have both always known its ways.. you were always meant to be here. #

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Sep 11, 2022

Sep 11, 2022 at 2:11 PM UTC

preston

planted fields.. among the tall grass

# Along the priarielands-- rolling hills previously roamed by wild buffalo. Grouse sage hens prairie chickens pheasant hungarian partridge and now you-- You, in that pretty, flowing summer dress- walking that line.. between planted field and wild prairiegrass and not a blade is broken. Wind-- moving the grass and nearly-ripened crops like slow rolling waves out on the sea. Me.. watching you move.. just watching you-- move.. along that line between beautifully-planted and natural.. and moving with understanding; flowing-- ever-growing knowing.. sweetly knowing that there's a glowing from what you are showing-- me; Not a blade of grass or crop is ever harmed by your movements instead.. like me, they thrive-- leaning into you whenever you are near. . . . I am the grass the blade the crop-- ready for harvest the bison and the upland bird the forever wave hello of the tall grass of the prairie. And you are as much a part of it all as you are of me. Like the native grass and the native Lakota that have both always known its ways.. you were always meant to be here. #

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Listen to the wind The breeze that moves the barley Whispers soft secrets

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Jul 22, 2020

Jul 22, 2020 at 4:54 PM UTC

unpolished-ink

Secrets

Listen to the wind The breeze that moves the barley Whispers soft secrets

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Life is grain broken Barley thrashed and pulled apart at the seams of bread and beer Grapeless wine On tender loving vines in a budding vineyard still Intent on being our sustenance from the start Such things are born at the hands of man but by the will of Gods kind heart

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Oct 3, 2019

Oct 3, 2019 at 7:56 PM UTC

colmistoirm

Sustenance

Life is grain broken Barley thrashed and pulled apart at the seams of bread and beer Grapeless wine On tender loving vines in a budding vineyard still Intent on being our sustenance from the start Such things are born at the hands of man but by the will of Gods kind heart

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The Gram sir, polygonal father firefly stand in Cibatus ... thread and thread form light. In the year 1300 miliérnaga great night, the Lucibatus provoke a detritment an ***** He fell back to Cibatus And her delicate body broke into two parts... In the center was in "A"; Her two columns Stumble down at the head of Mr. Gram. He in the compartment, The pulverized seeds scraped Galloping ice that undermined the Cibatus The year in 1200, Oh syllogism much light! You coordinate the central hole Cibatus basket; gramineous navel dim oracle Coming through the middle, Dodona River as light. In the center of barley, Mr. Gram healed their wounds; Fecracia corpuscles, Major ***** Susea ... that ruled with all his power by blizzards. "Not Cibatus or broken, traditional custom was broken by wind and not by Light gram " In the dark night of San Corinth, It fell night where Mr. Gram asleep ... happy told the fierfly your damage would not alter its sun. Toward the end of the day, He said his greatest roar... Their wings hawked loose Cibatus noise pain! Lat night came, and invisible, transparent body wanted spring, Love this protozoan Cibatus alone. Farewell said fierfly in 1300, when it fell by the protozoan crag ... Signs metal birds They said ...; Aaaah ..! and noise Gram God, They said! Aaaaah ... Aaah ...! Nor no hugs or charity, the rough particle spring circle flierfly donated the ***** ... Limestone Road He loved the feet of ash, white bodies laughed and they transmuted his absent body. Flierfly he opened his eyes... Cibatus looked at his winged whistling song: " Fly Fierfly, stretch your threads; Mr. Whiskers love Gram ... buried next to the root of Cibatus " Farewell Thousand Three Hundred ... ! JOSÉ LUIS CARREÑO TRONCOSO 10 to 11 July 1995.

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Apr 4, 2018

Apr 4, 2018 at 5:16 PM UTC

jose-luis-carreno-troncoso

C I B A T U S

The Gram sir, polygonal father firefly stand in Cibatus ... thread and thread form light. In the year 1300 miliérnaga great night, the Lucibatus provoke a detritment an ***** He fell back to Cibatus And her delicate body broke into two parts... In the center was in "A"; Her two columns Stumble down at the head of Mr. Gram. He in the compartment, The pulverized seeds scraped Galloping ice that undermined the Cibatus The year in 1200, Oh syllogism much light! You coordinate the central hole Cibatus basket; gramineous navel dim oracle Coming through the middle, Dodona River as light. In the center of barley, Mr. Gram healed their wounds; Fecracia corpuscles, Major ***** Susea ... that ruled with all his power by blizzards. "Not Cibatus or broken, traditional custom was broken by wind and not by Light gram " In the dark night of San Corinth, It fell night where Mr. Gram asleep ... happy told the fierfly your damage would not alter its sun. Toward the end of the day, He said his greatest roar... Their wings hawked loose Cibatus noise pain! Lat night came, and invisible, transparent body wanted spring, Love this protozoan Cibatus alone. Farewell said fierfly in 1300, when it fell by the protozoan crag ... Signs metal birds They said ...; Aaaah ..! and noise Gram God, They said! Aaaaah ... Aaah ...! Nor no hugs or charity, the rough particle spring circle flierfly donated the ***** ... Limestone Road He loved the feet of ash, white bodies laughed and they transmuted his absent body. Flierfly he opened his eyes... Cibatus looked at his winged whistling song: " Fly Fierfly, stretch your threads; Mr. Whiskers love Gram ... buried next to the root of Cibatus " Farewell Thousand Three Hundred ... ! JOSÉ LUIS CARREÑO TRONCOSO 10 to 11 July 1995.

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Long tiring days, Destination home, Idyllic waistline, Perfect head, Must be frosty, Delicious barley, Always, makes the week worth it.

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Apr 28, 2017

Apr 28, 2017 at 1:48 PM UTC