#homestead
Have thou reached casa isolata?
Shimmer of paradise it bestowed
Beautiful lands it rested upon
Sorroundings of fruitful clementine
An empire of pride
Casa isolata
I hear the callings of thy chimes
Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson
Nov 23, 2020
Nov 23, 2020 at 11:34 AM UTC
Looking for a plan
to homestead with honey
You find the land
and I’ll bring the money.
Start with 8 hens and
then get a rooster.
Sunlight and dirt are
the best immune booster.
community grown
no, you won’t be alone
walkie talkies instead of upgraded iPhone.
remain lean and fit
use up every bit
for excellent compost mix in chickensh!t.
swale in the roots
of a filtering lily
irrigation to grow
what I’ll use in the chilli
weeds in the cracks
seeds in the snacks
a little help from the axe
and the *** makes us stacks.
And I’ll spin what I comb
from the fellows who roam
on the sod in the loam...
All we will need is
some land and some money,
a pocket of seed,
and true love for honey.
Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 5:19 PM UTC
he is his own homestead
his heart on a string
he leaves it at home when
he goes out wandering
so he can follow it back
at the end of the day
he says his heart belongs
to me, yet it leads him astray
so he leaves traces behind
and collects as he goes
all the while waiting
is me and he knows
i wont wait forever
at the theshold of his abode
right now hes with me
for how long? unknown
Aug 24, 2019
Aug 24, 2019 at 4:25 AM UTC
Marching ahead
Broken paths we trek
Dare we try again?
Onward, Homestead
Let us trudge ahead
And never bow our heads
Even in death
We’ll make it to the Homestead
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 10:43 AM UTC
A thoroughness here was her house
as she'd listen inside a glibly lit room
her whispers would doom in doubt
so forcibly heathen her lover's twitch
bright as her soul made ex spruce glow
but her midland east of Old Blue
soon her lakelet suburb dawned flatlander accent
mere document in fervid upswing
on porch of antiquity round inlaid flag.
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 3:44 PM UTC
"My roots run deep hearn' these Green Mountains of Vermont. "
All Rights Reserved © 2016 Ma Cherie
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 11:42 PM UTC
He stands before her
as surveying a Renoir, overwhelmed
by red splashes from her nails, her lips
Entranced by her sparkling blue eyes
and hair swept across her shoulders
its crackle, as wind blown fields of barley
Her words cool him as though
dipped in Box Elder Creek
Her moves have the grace of cirrus skies
He thinks this is a settling place
fit to build a homestead
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC
Your thoughts are kept warm
And unwithered by the bedside
Of an old tree with branches
That I found growing
In the valley of
Our affection
As I
Plant
Spirit
And vigor
The seeds of
My smile
Become one
With pure
Existence
And the
Soil
In our tree
Every branch
Finds a particular path
In which to show
An ancient age that
Time has passed on
For us to share
As new stems
Grow and
Evolve
A garden of light
What a beautiful sight
Pulsating and flourishing
As healthy leaves might
Birds resting and nesting
Befriending sunlight
We are the story of life's
Uncharted mystery
Planted in the memory
Of tomorrow's history
And the plantation
Of our heart's
Crop
As we graze for days and days
For many years to come
We will harvest this
Homestead in the
Never ending
Landscape
Of our
Love
© tHE tERRY tREE
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 6:25 PM UTC