#crop
Far away, some years ago
A man sowed corn in his field
Confident, and hopeful too
Of the hearty crop he’d yield
Then birds flew in at sunset
And gobbled up many seeds
The farmer acted quickly
To provide his family’s needs
A woven net - to trap the birds
His precious seeds to preserve
He caught five geese and a stork
To get what they deserve
The stork said, “I am innocent
I’ve eaten none of your corn
Free me - I’ve done goodly deeds
Since the day that I was born”
The farmer said, “that may be so
But in this group you were caught
You receive the punishment
Of the company you’ve sought”
The same holds true for all of us
The rewards you choose to reap
Will likely be those given out
To the company you keep
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 7:59 AM UTC
Yield this, yield that
What is it to yield, what does it begat
Think about this word, as it rolls off your tongue
Did you give up your space or surrender your run
Did you have a big crop and gain a large sum
Did you give up to pressure and feel very dumb
This word has many yields and deserves to be defined
Good luck as I yield, to your vast unyielding minds....
Brian Hill - 2019 # 315
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 10:58 AM UTC
as there's
a potato
in her
frock that
she cried
shank a
pleasantry that
persisted when
she'd only
garner a
twist that
hers now
exist in
this open
context albeit
that seeds
her trust
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 4:17 AM UTC
an occidental
girl flap
was ****
as they'd
pass together
there and
she did
them fine
with nuance
now wet
but stark
or coy
with stalk
liaison so
curt in
town tower's
suite'again
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 7:30 AM UTC
I'd silt there beside a barb wired fence
and once praised these vagaries again
then yesterday at daybreak
as aft-dew came this flow-r
and hit hers in between rows of attire
where her beauty was herd in raindrops today
and altogether was something very big
with milk and honey in a market of wares.
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 7:53 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Sweet embrace choosing like the holy Grail,
Let the rain fall , my soul is not for sale,
Not really fun when you burn in hell,
Demons talking to you like fresh meat in jail,
Citrus feeling minds with all things not from earth,
Drawn to a love no certain than a common worth,
Even since you been a mistake on the day of your birth,
Suicide is something you don't really wanna blurt,
Nearing to the end like do you see a vision?
It was pleasant all before , don't bring any tension,
Envisioning a utopia, when they buried ya,
Riding in a silver Toyota, in a frozen tundra,
If the kitchen knives don't drop,
Dreamt of this your whole life, now you can't stop,
Don't know how I missed this part of agony , it was a tragedy,
It's your face they'll crop,
Red doors open when you see the error of your ways dying like
Obese guy laughing at athletes,
It'll take you two whole lifetimes just to get under my skin and walk
Over me,
But you are below me , I'm more of a man than any ignorant demon would
Ever Portray,
The taste of these and the taste of those will leave me immortal,
I won't die today.
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 10:37 AM UTC
His heart of pleasantry games
in futility, his host so sheerly
a lion, in field of corn today.
Where he now host only his inkling of frost
now crossing his mane
as thanksgiving. That rain makes him clear
a king among her.
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 8:34 AM UTC
Remove, adjust, revisit, correct, cut, crop.
Shorten, focus, trim, change, perfect, crop.
Sustenance, growth, field, lush, corn, harvest, crop.
Burn with hunger, fade into dust, roast in sunlight, crop.
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 6:10 PM UTC