Poems About the Countryside Seeking Friendly Advice
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Plow that.......field

#countryside
#love
#lover #sex
#lover #sex
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The Carbon Family Picnic
The Carbon Clan's
Autumn Harvest
Cornucopia
At Evergreen Meadow,
Chapter 1
The air shimmered with a crisp, autumnal chill. It was the eve of the harvest moon, a night of abundance and gratitude, when the sprawling Carbon Clan gathered in one place to celebrate the year's bounty. This year, the honor fell to Carbon-12, their steadfast patriarch, whose sprawling oak tree in Evergreen Meadow served as the clan's traditional gathering spot.
Carbon-12 surveyed the crowd with a warm, golden smile. His countless bonds had created a sprawling family,...
Autumn Harvest
Cornucopia
At Evergreen Meadow,
Chapter 1
The air shimmered with a crisp, autumnal chill. It was the eve of the harvest moon, a night of abundance and gratitude, when the sprawling Carbon Clan gathered in one place to celebrate the year's bounty. This year, the honor fell to Carbon-12, their steadfast patriarch, whose sprawling oak tree in Evergreen Meadow served as the clan's traditional gathering spot.
Carbon-12 surveyed the crowd with a warm, golden smile. His countless bonds had created a sprawling family,...
#art
#countryside
#identity
#nature
#relationships
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plow me

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Red River Willie
Red River Willie
Red River blues
sung by bearded prophet
of western visions
whose cigarette voice
rolls with muddy water
on course for father of waters
while soothsayer of song
plays the harmonica
for crickets chirping
on the banks by the railroad tracks
where old men dream
of days sifted into silt
where the whippoorwill fades
in a dusky hollow
© 2024 by John Hindle
Red River blues
sung by bearded prophet
of western visions
whose cigarette voice
rolls with muddy water
on course for father of waters
while soothsayer of song
plays the harmonica
for crickets chirping
on the banks by the railroad tracks
where old men dream
of days sifted into silt
where the whippoorwill fades
in a dusky hollow
© 2024 by John Hindle
#countryside
#river
#music #tobacco
#music #tobacco
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our world
Our World
This is not a day for clear sky and sun
This is not a day for jubilant spring
This is not a day for summer drizzle
This is not a day for crisp snow
This is not a starlit night
This not a time for love and romance
This is a day of grief and mourning
She gave us a fertile world
What did we do?
We polluted her rivers and sea
We stole her precocious minerals
We befouled her scented air
We lay waste to her forests and land
We killed the fauna
Worst of all, we stole her beauty
This is not a day for clear sky and sun
This is not a day for jubilant spring
This is not a day for summer drizzle
This is not a day for crisp snow
This is not a starlit night
This not a time for love and romance
This is a day of grief and mourning
She gave us a fertile world
What did we do?
We polluted her rivers and sea
We stole her precocious minerals
We befouled her scented air
We lay waste to her forests and land
We killed the fauna
Worst of all, we stole her beauty
#countryside
#forest
#beach
#clouds
#nature
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walking to the coast
the splendor
falls
on clearer
further going,
the sun
watched
tracing down
days
of gray,
and then
a less
threatening
sight,
the wind
blew until
i felt
the circling
race of a
throbbing pulse,
and
the roar
of another
ocean.
falls
on clearer
further going,
the sun
watched
tracing down
days
of gray,
and then
a less
threatening
sight,
the wind
blew until
i felt
the circling
race of a
throbbing pulse,
and
the roar
of another
ocean.
#countryside
#beach
#sky
#nature
#mountains
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unconditional love
how
the earth
could still
love and
take care
of us
unconditionally,
even if
we act
as spoiled
children,
trying to
hurt her,
maybe one
day, even
murder her.
the earth
could still
love and
take care
of us
unconditionally,
even if
we act
as spoiled
children,
trying to
hurt her,
maybe one
day, even
murder her.
#countryside
#forest
#river
#nature
#mountains
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Lake
Sky on water is like a mirrored
King unraveling silk.Shenipsit lake,
Feather from time's wing.
The night has
Rooms for winds that sleep.
Woodpecker hotel tree keeps it's
Guests. Do prayers return
To their source in which mouth do they rest.
vacant rooms
Invite remorse on a starless
Night. Woodpeckers drill, are they
Carpenters for a provisional
Ark. Day's light
Spilling eye. Walkers absorb
Sights, mountain Laurel of
Luce conservation area, knofla
Water lilies,Willimantic river tempts
Walkers to deliver...
King unraveling silk.Shenipsit lake,
Feather from time's wing.
The night has
Rooms for winds that sleep.
Woodpecker hotel tree keeps it's
Guests. Do prayers return
To their source in which mouth do they rest.
vacant rooms
Invite remorse on a starless
Night. Woodpeckers drill, are they
Carpenters for a provisional
Ark. Day's light
Spilling eye. Walkers absorb
Sights, mountain Laurel of
Luce conservation area, knofla
Water lilies,Willimantic river tempts
Walkers to deliver...
#countryside
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mosaic
artfully placed,
this land
of
broken pieces
stretches away,
rolling out,
deep
seeded grounds,
the calmness
surveying
over
the landscape,
these moments
seen
as wonderful
paintings
i want to
confiscate
each
and
keep them
in
my possession.
this land
of
broken pieces
stretches away,
rolling out,
deep
seeded grounds,
the calmness
surveying
over
the landscape,
these moments
seen
as wonderful
paintings
i want to
confiscate
each
and
keep them
in
my possession.
#countryside
#trees
#flowers
#nature
#mountains
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Jill's Off The Grid <pipe> In the Old Day
In days of old, when cities rose high,
And noise and crowds filled up the sky,
There lived a maid named Jill, who sought
A life beyond the city's fraught.
For Jill had always felt suffocated,
By the hustle and bustle unabated,
Of people rushing to and fro,
With faces blank and hearts aglow.
The pollution and the constant noise,
Left her feeling drained, like an empty poise,
And in her heart, she longed to be,
Where nature's beauty could set her free.
She dreamed of fields of green and gold,
Where flowers...
And noise and crowds filled up the sky,
There lived a maid named Jill, who sought
A life beyond the city's fraught.
For Jill had always felt suffocated,
By the hustle and bustle unabated,
Of people rushing to and fro,
With faces blank and hearts aglow.
The pollution and the constant noise,
Left her feeling drained, like an empty poise,
And in her heart, she longed to be,
Where nature's beauty could set her free.
She dreamed of fields of green and gold,
Where flowers...
#loneliness
#countryside
#river #nature
#river #nature
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Moonlit Prairie Dances

#sex
#erotic
#countryside #orgasm
#countryside #orgasm
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Hanok
Fishing boats navigate the sea.
Each city steeped in memory.
And street food vendors
Scattered here and there;
A taste of Spring
In the Winter air;
This venerable village hums
A resilient tune:
A heart cry of history.
The night’s lights gleam
In kaleidoscope tones,
Across this modern mystery.
Each city steeped in memory.
And street food vendors
Scattered here and there;
A taste of Spring
In the Winter air;
This venerable village hums
A resilient tune:
A heart cry of history.
The night’s lights gleam
In kaleidoscope tones,
Across this modern mystery.
#home
#countryside
#sea #travel
#sea #travel
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