A cloudless sky, a sunny day,
the perfect time to turn the hay.
As the rake turns round and round,
a rhythmic beat makes a wondrous sound.
The hay is flipped once again,
still there is no sign of rain.
As the tractor chugs along,
the rake and motor sing their song.
With sun shining down right now,
beads of sweat drip from the brow.
Wiped away with an old red rag,
quickly drenched like the old gray nag.
Soon the time comes to bail the hay,
and save it for the winter's day.
To feed the livestock on the farm,
as tails swish away flies that swarm.
The hay now bailed, placed in stacks,
ready for winter's ground attacks.
The tractor now is put away,
waiting for another day
When again it will be used to yield,
corn and wheat from every field.
I could write this poem very long,&
but the message now is very strong.
A day on the farm still the same,
time to quit and give this a name.
On the Farm the title will be,
a nice quick read for you and me.
One Summer Night
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Beside the sea one summer night,
a flock of birds have taken flight.
Frightened by a nocturnal creature,
creates for you a beautiful picture.
The distant moon, the starry sky,
the moving sea, the firefly.
This night all of nature's beauty shines,
across the ocean's perfect design.
Seeing this painted across the sky,
a beauty we can no longer deny.
Making all of our life's troubles seem,
more trivial and less extreme.
Sitting there you reminisce
about one true love's very first kiss.
Once again, you know that it's all right,
beside the sea one summer night.
a flock of birds have taken flight.
Frightened by a nocturnal creature,
creates for you a beautiful picture.
The distant moon, the starry sky,
the moving sea, the firefly.
This night all of nature's beauty shines,
across the ocean's perfect design.
Seeing this painted across the sky,
a beauty we can no longer deny.
Making all of our life's troubles seem,
more trivial and less extreme.
Sitting there you reminisce
about one true love's very first kiss.
Once again, you know that it's all right,
beside the sea one summer night.
© 7/25/2010 M S Wyatt. All Rights Reserved.
Momma's lost
Momma's lost her sense of smell,
it makes her dangerous as hell.
I have to watch her with an eagle's eye
so she doesn't eat some rotten pie.
Daily now I check the food and drinks
To make sure it doesn't stink.
So that the meals she eats,
don't end up being nasty treats.
The loss of smell has it's perks,
no longer woke up with a jerk.
By the skunk out on the lawn,
who scents the plants at dawn.
it makes her dangerous as hell.
I have to watch her with an eagle's eye
so she doesn't eat some rotten pie.
Daily now I check the food and drinks
To make sure it doesn't stink.
So that the meals she eats,
don't end up being nasty treats.
The loss of smell has it's perks,
no longer woke up with a jerk.
By the skunk out on the lawn,
who scents the plants at dawn.
Limboland
Living is hell in Limboland,
in doubt exactly where you stand.
What test is next, what will they find,
that has lain dormant in your mind.
Today is just another day,
wondering what will they say.
Will today finally be?
When truth reveals the mystery?
Or will this day again become,
another one that leaves you numb?
Where once again no truth's revealed?
So your body can begin to heal?
Still day by day, you carry on
and trying so hard to be strong.
Each night you pray, cry out to Him,
Lord when will a new trial begin?
Then one morning, drawn to the Book
in the pages you start to look
For something hidden deep within
to give you hope to not give in.
In one stray line is what you seek
a ray of hope, a little peak
It glimmers with a hope that grows
the darkness lifts, the beauty shows.
Soon the words begins to fill you,
giving you strength to continue.
On to the next exam you go,
with hope this time you'll really know.
And on and on you go each day,
nothing, no one gets in your way.
For now you know there soon will be,
the answer that can set you free.
Now it's just a matter of time,
before He answers what's on your mind.
So you'll wait; a bit impatiently,
for Him to show you and set you free.
in doubt exactly where you stand.
What test is next, what will they find,
that has lain dormant in your mind.
Today is just another day,
wondering what will they say.
Will today finally be?
When truth reveals the mystery?
Or will this day again become,
another one that leaves you numb?
Where once again no truth's revealed?
So your body can begin to heal?
Still day by day, you carry on
and trying so hard to be strong.
Each night you pray, cry out to Him,
Lord when will a new trial begin?
Then one morning, drawn to the Book
in the pages you start to look
For something hidden deep within
to give you hope to not give in.
In one stray line is what you seek
a ray of hope, a little peak
It glimmers with a hope that grows
the darkness lifts, the beauty shows.
Soon the words begins to fill you,
giving you strength to continue.
On to the next exam you go,
with hope this time you'll really know.
And on and on you go each day,
nothing, no one gets in your way.
For now you know there soon will be,
the answer that can set you free.
Now it's just a matter of time,
before He answers what's on your mind.
So you'll wait; a bit impatiently,
for Him to show you and set you free.
But for...
A lonely old woman walks,
Slowly from her domicile,
Eyes flashing as a train passes,
Closely by the sacred grounds
No longer an ostrich with her
Head in the sand, she rises up
Proudly past an orgy of madness
Into the chamber as a chorus
Of indolence assails her senses.
She says, "Give me back my freedom"
Raising her cane and shaking it angrily,
"and to those who you ignore,
The pleas of the masses, only to
Give rise to indecency and deceit.
Drowning out the cries of the lost,
You who pass by those in rags,
On the streets in disgust. For it is
Said, "there but for the grace of God, go I"
Remember, those down-trodden, for if
You continue to ignore the cries of those in need
You may no longer have the grace of God, upon you.
Then she turned and quietly left,
smiling from the look of amazement and disbelief
upon the faces of the congressmen .
Slowly from her domicile,
Eyes flashing as a train passes,
Closely by the sacred grounds
No longer an ostrich with her
Head in the sand, she rises up
Proudly past an orgy of madness
Into the chamber as a chorus
Of indolence assails her senses.
She says, "Give me back my freedom"
Raising her cane and shaking it angrily,
"and to those who you ignore,
The pleas of the masses, only to
Give rise to indecency and deceit.
Drowning out the cries of the lost,
You who pass by those in rags,
On the streets in disgust. For it is
Said, "there but for the grace of God, go I"
Remember, those down-trodden, for if
You continue to ignore the cries of those in need
You may no longer have the grace of God, upon you.
Then she turned and quietly left,
smiling from the look of amazement and disbelief
upon the faces of the congressmen .
Grand MaL!
You are alert, laughing, joking,
not knowing that an attack is coming,
as electrical impulses begin to misfire,
in your brain, a feeling comes on,
known yet unknown.
The impulses become more erratic,
you're quickly engulfed into darkness;
A black hole of nothingness grabs you.
Your body contorts in response,
struggling to climb out of the void
where sounds, vision, feelings,
memories are gone.
The body continues to struggle
against the nothingness,
with memories trapped in
the void, as the blackness holds
you within its grasp.
You continue to travel
through the emptiness,
falling, grasping, tense,
unaware of the world around you.
Suddenly, you reach the other side,
back into awareness,
fatigued, confused,
fearful, disoriented,
looking through a thick fog.
Unsure,surrounded by those not quite familiar,
as you slowly, oh so slowly, struggle back to the present,
your senses, less entangled within the nothingness,
back into the light, aware of sounds, smells, pain.
So scary, this grip that seized you without warning,
taking you to an unknown place,
a black hole,
a dimension that can't be seen,
heard or remembered.
Traveling from reality into nothingness,
only to return aware that it has happened again.
How long did it last this time?
not knowing that an attack is coming,
as electrical impulses begin to misfire,
in your brain, a feeling comes on,
known yet unknown.
The impulses become more erratic,
you're quickly engulfed into darkness;
A black hole of nothingness grabs you.
Your body contorts in response,
struggling to climb out of the void
where sounds, vision, feelings,
memories are gone.
The body continues to struggle
against the nothingness,
with memories trapped in
the void, as the blackness holds
you within its grasp.
You continue to travel
through the emptiness,
falling, grasping, tense,
unaware of the world around you.
Suddenly, you reach the other side,
back into awareness,
fatigued, confused,
fearful, disoriented,
looking through a thick fog.
Unsure,surrounded by those not quite familiar,
as you slowly, oh so slowly, struggle back to the present,
your senses, less entangled within the nothingness,
back into the light, aware of sounds, smells, pain.
So scary, this grip that seized you without warning,
taking you to an unknown place,
a black hole,
a dimension that can't be seen,
heard or remembered.
Traveling from reality into nothingness,
only to return aware that it has happened again.
How long did it last this time?
One Day Not Someday
One day you'll sit and smile
No wondering why or how
Everything will be all right
Dad will still be with you day and night
A warmth you feel upon your face
Your dad has just given you a kiss
Not today I know you'll say
Or even tomorrow will your pain go away
To a place that isn't hurting so, but
Someday soon you're pain will ease
Once you know that you will see
Memories of tender touches
Even kisses, smiles and the such
Do seem distant and hard to see
Always he is near to thee
Your pain will heal this know
One Day, Not Someday
your grief will go.
No wondering why or how
Everything will be all right
Dad will still be with you day and night
A warmth you feel upon your face
Your dad has just given you a kiss
Not today I know you'll say
Or even tomorrow will your pain go away
To a place that isn't hurting so, but
Someday soon you're pain will ease
Once you know that you will see
Memories of tender touches
Even kisses, smiles and the such
Do seem distant and hard to see
Always he is near to thee
Your pain will heal this know
One Day, Not Someday
your grief will go.
Nicotine
Oh! That nasty nicotine,
takes your fat and leaves you lean;
but once the weight is all gone..
nothing's left but skin and bones
Then new problems will arrive,
no longer able to survive..
First you'll struggle to draw a breath,
and still pick up that nasty cigarette.
Past your lips you'll draw the smoke;
into your lungs you'll take that toke.
Then that nasty little drug;
will attach itself to things in your blood.
Once that wicked deed is done;
you'll not quit with just that one.
Now you're hooked you've been reeled in.
this is as bad as vodka or gin.
Rehab may be your only route;
to give this habit the final boot.
But with support and determination;
you'll be free of this frustration.
So don't give up keep on trying,
it's better by far than the buying-
another pack to keep you sane--
when it really causes pain.
takes your fat and leaves you lean;
but once the weight is all gone..
nothing's left but skin and bones
Then new problems will arrive,
no longer able to survive..
First you'll struggle to draw a breath,
and still pick up that nasty cigarette.
Past your lips you'll draw the smoke;
into your lungs you'll take that toke.
Then that nasty little drug;
will attach itself to things in your blood.
Once that wicked deed is done;
you'll not quit with just that one.
Now you're hooked you've been reeled in.
this is as bad as vodka or gin.
Rehab may be your only route;
to give this habit the final boot.
But with support and determination;
you'll be free of this frustration.
So don't give up keep on trying,
it's better by far than the buying-
another pack to keep you sane--
when it really causes pain.
Land of Dreams v1
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Magical faeries grasp my hand,
and take me to another land.
Pink sails billow from the wind
as I sail upon a shining sea.
Faeries, elves and starry skies,
musical sounds caress my mind
Chocolate drops of rain fall down,
as the faeries dance around.
The man sits within the moon,
and treats of sweets at my feet
Once again I turn the page
and new visions come my way
Stories from around the world
of faeries, dragons and leprechauns
Soon I fall into the land of dreams
where the faeries take me away
Only You
Once again, we come away,
Never ready for another day.
Life is full of amazing things
You my friend truly bring
Your bounty of love & spirit
Out in the world you freely give it
Until tomorrow comes I say--
Never ready for another day.
Life is full of amazing things
You my friend truly bring
Your bounty of love & spirit
Out in the world you freely give it
Until tomorrow comes I say--
Only You
can make my day.
Land of Dreams v2
The land of dreams it calls to me
memories of sugary creams
Pink billowing sails a ship at sea
The land of dreams
Magical faeries grasp my hands
as chocolate drops of rain fall down
taking me to another land
Musical sounds caress my mind
as faeries dance on moonbeams
once again the clock rewinds
The land of dreams
memories of sugary creams
Pink billowing sails a ship at sea
The land of dreams
Magical faeries grasp my hands
as chocolate drops of rain fall down
taking me to another land
Musical sounds caress my mind
as faeries dance on moonbeams
once again the clock rewinds
The land of dreams
Faeries
Magical faeries grasp my hand
I float away across the sea
Soon a shore with silvery sand
Pink billowing sails guiding me
Chocolate drops of rain fall down
Magical faeries grasp my hand
Faeries and I now dance around
On the shores of silvery sand
Melodies from a faeries band
Caresses, soothes my weary mind
Magical faeries grasp my hand
Gentle songs I have longed to find
A starry night a silver moon
Brings magic of a concert band
Softly dreams floating like balloons
Magical faeries grasp my hand
I float away across the sea
Soon a shore with silvery sand
Pink billowing sails guiding me
Chocolate drops of rain fall down
Magical faeries grasp my hand
Faeries and I now dance around
On the shores of silvery sand
Melodies from a faeries band
Caresses, soothes my weary mind
Magical faeries grasp my hand
Gentle songs I have longed to find
A starry night a silver moon
Brings magic of a concert band
Softly dreams floating like balloons
Magical faeries grasp my hand
She can make your SoulSpeak
She can make your SoulSpeak
From whimsical and sweet,
What she writes isn't meek
To very dark and deep
Some can make you giggle
She can make your SoulSpeak
Some may make you wiggle
What she writes isn't Greek.
What she writes you might seek,
Some are real tear jerkers
She can make your SoulSpeak
Some seem like beserkers
She can make your SoulSpeak
Draw it out and retreat,
What she writes isn't weak.
Caresses soft and sweet
She can make your SoulSpeak...
A special tribute to a special friend from All PoetrySoulSpeak
From whimsical and sweet,
What she writes isn't meek
To very dark and deep
Some can make you giggle
She can make your SoulSpeak
Some may make you wiggle
What she writes isn't Greek.
What she writes you might seek,
Some are real tear jerkers
She can make your SoulSpeak
Some seem like beserkers
She can make your SoulSpeak
Draw it out and retreat,
What she writes isn't weak.
Caresses soft and sweet
She can make your SoulSpeak...
A special tribute to a special friend from All PoetrySoulSpeak
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