"fileds" poems
It began outside a stable
Town of Bethlehem 2000 years ago
Shepherds left their fileds in awe
To find Jesus in wooden manger
Two lines to choose back then
One compulsory, one was not
Caesar's census; revenue and crowd control
Other line was quiet; sanctified, seeking Christ Child
Wise men far away, figured, joined the queue
Followed the star, joined the queue
On sand and snow or bitumen black
Trekking fields, forests thick or cities tall
Across the earth, people know
Where to find the queue
Not online; Get up and go
Christmas Eve or Christmas Day
Local churches, chapels small
Country barns, church cafes
Line up outside the doors
Worship Jesus
Dec 19, 2011
Dec 19, 2011 at 7:10 AM UTC
Close your eyes.
Take some time,
Are you feelin fine?
Beginning to unwind...
Be there battles,
Cries of ancient pains.
These lands arent ours to claim.
Dissention, rebellions and shame,
The fatal flaws of power...
The illusions it contains.
What do you want from our fileds of grain?
Or our mineral rich soils...
Dirt cheap oil. Taking leave with barrels...
If so prepare to do battle.
Cast the lands you walk asunder,
Pay attention...catch the thunder.
Be careful once ye ponder,
Rein in your thoughts of yonder.
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 11:03 AM UTC
flesh on flesh
fire in the belly
red tongues
white fright
mouth on mouth
strain to smother
fire within
burns still
bodies to ashes
scattered o'er fileds
fertile soil
bodies grow
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 11:47 PM UTC
Summers spent beneath
shades of Sycamore trees
Rest in blue velvet
arms collapsing in between
Two feet would touch the ground
waltzing endlessly
Scream till our lungs
burst out; California dreaming
Oh! How I'd wish you'd
know that stars shine
above these fileds
I wouldn't want it any
other way
Blood gushing through
these streams
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 8:56 AM UTC