Quotes about acres., page 7
Ginkgo Biloba (Limerick)
The Indians of Manitoba
grew acres of Ginkgo Biloba.
but the squaws had a taste
made it into a paste
it was used to make warriors sober.
In the brain of an active redskin
lives right next to traditional sin
a big bundle of hoses
all the colour of roses
if they get their Biloba you win.
As this herb works by instant dilation
it bestows an euphoric sensation
and a mental perfusion
is no simple illusion
but an intellect titillation.
poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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Brandon
Born on the breast of the prairie, she smiles to her sire--the sun,
Robed in the wealth of her wheat-lands, gift of her mothering soil,
Affluence knocks at her gateways, opulence waits to be won.
Nuggets of gold are her acres, yielding and yellow with spoil,
Dream of the hungry millions, dawn of the food-filled age,
Over the starving tale of want her fingers have turned the page;
Nations will nurse at her storehouse, and God gives her grain for wage.
poem by Emily Pauline Johnson
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Your Skill
Your skill is presented to the rest of the world,
As places are in the acres of this world,
In this creation endures the skill of your study,
The anchor of the sea, and resign now please.
The skills destroy us when we learn,
Inside is a guess, working the rest of the play,
Wanting a danger makes me firm in belief,
Decide to plant one favour for all in this dwelling.
Your skill is present, your work is heaven,
Let the favours of the place be like heaven.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A Haywood City Queen
Haywood City, Cherokee Indian
Reservation Queen
Haywood City, State Of Missouri
Five cemeteries seen
Haywood City, State Of Missouri
40 acres and a Mule
Haywood City, State Of Missouri
Where's The Negro Public School?
Haywood City, state of misery
Indian Royal Slove Queen
Haywood City, State Of Missouri
A Queen has left the scene.
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(I am an Undercover-Christian Rite Cherokee Indian, and
I am also a USA Poetry Queen since the good year 2009.)
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poem by Queen Of England RoyaltyPatrenia Turner
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The Day’s Luxury
You came from the heath and moor,
Bringing their aromas through my open door;
They used to see each other, the heath and moor,
When school broke up, when there were no girls left.
I spoke to you about the luxury of a day
Which carried a snuggling bear, a teddy bear,
Impossible to play with all day long,
In a house of forest and fields.
I saw you wait as if spell-bound,
An unbelieving little boy,
Who cherished the land of virtues
And the acres of friendship.
poem by Naveed Akram
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His Story
i asked him where he learned to write....
'tailing a saw in a sawmill,
milking cows, hoeing acres of garden,
building houses and interstate bridges,
dolphing cloth in the mills,
loading trucks and boxcars,
cutting wood, cooking on open fires,
drinking too much, giving too much,
fighting when i had to,
raising children, loving the same woman
for years, walking with my dog....'
he pulled out a smoke, and i joined him...
we watched the evening sun go down....
listening to his story....
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Land of Hills
One has landforms extending above the acres,
With accusations of horror my hills are like colours,
Green is his colour offered over, his pride is through,
And systems of pleasure do not do, for proud are men,
Their living and dying is for themselves,
Their courses of study never fail,
And hills with summits shall arrive
On the heavenly hour, on minute after minute
The climb is heavy and worn with roots called boots of glory.
Why do slopes overpower the meek, and the glory is why so big?
poem by Naveed Akram
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This World
In this world of acres there is all being,
Collecting weeds to kill and degrade,
All creation subjugates the senses.
My world is full of weeds my way,
Killing them of their existence,
Letting the universe expand.
This endangerment of the community gathers,
Speaking of floods and ruination at once,
The waves transform, tsunami ensue and annex.
This day is stronger with pity than the rest,
It reminds me of death and hardship grand,
This night is surging with water, and never dies.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A Temple Beside The Pond
A Temple Beside The Pond
Surrounded with date trees;
And trees loaded with flowers,
Receiving cold cool breeze.
Coming across the acres of farmers land
From grove of mango trees,
To this holy peaceful place from home,
A narrow spiral way leads.
The pond itself adorned with lotuses,
Many water plants and weeds.
Halt for thirsty castles and tired villagers,
Pleasure of fishing and diving exceeds;
Fragrances of flowers and fireflies at night
Stand the place in good stead.
poem by Jyoti Sunit Chaudhary
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Elvaston Castle
In a Derbyshire county stands one castle grand
In all its three hundred acres of land
This gothic castle is in need of love and care
Needs no entrepreneur to rip it all bare
Wyatt designed the great gothic hall
With ceiling so high you gaze in aw
Elvaston castle claim no name to fame
But it must stay in the public domain
It needs no golf course to ruin the land
It needs no hotel to make it look grand
All that it needs is some love and care
So the people of Derby can always go there
18 04 2009
Chellaston
poem by Jim O'Donnell
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