Millet Poems - Poems about Millet

...Rum got to his feet and said, “Let’s go play in the street.” Raisin said, “I’m up for that; some fresh air would be neat.” They were soon outside and heard a sound… FLAP FLAP… THUD… TWEET What a s......Read the rest...

...On Februarys third, when winter bites, We set our tables for feathered flights. Seeds scattered wide on frozen ground, Draw tiny visitors from all around. Cardinals flash their crimson capes, ......Read the rest...

...Rum said, “Hey, Raisin, let’s play in the street.” Raisin looked up and said, “That would be neat.” They rushed through the cat-flap and something went, “Tweet!” And there was a little bird sat at......Read the rest...

...— — — — — — — — — — Children’s hands stained with fruit color in spring water, right next to the old mill where the yellow sand is sprinkled into rocks. Moss and blueberries on lumps of discarde......Read the rest...

... Jean Francois Millet ,a realist picturing peasants ,did not desist Quiet time prayer 'The Angelus'* more evangelical than strict religious ......Read the rest...

... I heard a rich whistling sing-song echoing from the trees rising and falling and flashes of bright orange color the bird was sturdy with a thick neck and long legs he had a very s......Read the rest...

.... How about a One Pot Kitchen Minimalist to the Max First sort out Food Millet - 5 grains And a Clay pot Rotate millets Every 2 days Soak and boil Soak for 8 hrs. In 5 times water Leave it......Read the rest...

...Reeds and dry mud walls, Into whose crevices, weaving needles and knives are fixed. Iron sheets of rust on top, (The only modern feature!) With leakages through which we can even visualize the su......Read the rest...

...Habitants of the wilderness; Identify their beauty and acknowledge it- They wear neither clothes nor makeup. Yet,they still appreciate their differences; Each of them in their innocent making. ......Read the rest...

...Farmer's son Jean-Francois -MilletM known rural scenes in his day Small scale reflections were his thing medetative art he did bring......Read the rest...

...With a vision one should be silly trying to match, Eyes able to three hundred and sixty degrees search; Scarcely neared and their wings would flutter, Airborne as you try to a syllable utter; To ......Read the rest...

...Spring Sight*** Melodies caught on repeat Through my mind Finally laze into some quiet After midnight, giving way To flickering recall Of the dispersed millet-seeking Chickadees, blinking t......Read the rest...

...It's blisteringly dry. Martian, winedark, overweight - No lawns on this mesa of millet-baked pie, To make this crater straight. No spades here, no scraping rake. Just sharp sticks, blood-brick......Read the rest...

...Arty stuff No 5 Millet was doing a dance, As he painted a farm in Provence, He would turn in a rush And while holding his brush Adopt a most classical stance!......Read the rest...

...Just like blood oozing from a wound Like water springing out of Chimanimani springs My heart is bleeding I got scared after seeing what they did My heart is still beating faster Like the tradit......Read the rest...