Vacation 691

There was always corn,

He created it,

coming up, out of the ground,


like the first people,


Kernels tucked in green,


for us and the animals,

but now,

after spraying, modifying,

and engineering,

is it still food?

What have we done?

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”


Growing Up and More 095

No one is going to take this land,

from me,

etched in my heart,

with the sweat of blood,

hands bleeding, callous,

living in the weather,

every day and night,

cold and heat.

If I have to work more,

than 17 hours each day,

warfare with the plow,

I will.

Breathing for generations,

mud and alfalfa,

the oneness of the earth,

I will live and die here,

no one will take it.

And the government?

If they try one more time,

to put me out of business,

I will raise flowers instead,

no food, and you can bury me,

in the tulips.

This is my land.

This is told in the first person, but I am not a farmer.

Peace and blessings to everyone.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

“If you love nature, you will love people.”


       from MindBodyGreen
from MindBodyGreen

Red reminds me of spices and cultures,

red curry from India,

alive with flavor,

red peppers mixed with Ethiopian lamb,

bursting with heat,

the spice dealer in Hong Kong,

crowded streets, firecrackers at night,

culture and people alive,

sometimes paprika, sweeter than the heat,

Morocco, and couscous.

Red also reminds me of my true love,

Her figure in red dresses, her soft kisses.

H’mm maybe I should buy her that long red dress,

draped in elegance,

then we could go dancing!

kicking off shoes,

red is vibrant and alive!

 Red Dress

Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree



Buffalo Bird Woman used to sing to the corn,

to help it to grow, she was from the Hidatsa people.

Now we dump tons of chemicals on our corn-

call it food, and think we are doing a good thing,

land depleted, strange diseases.


I think the first way is better. Love the land,

and sing.


Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree