farming

The Off Grid Life

the off-grid life.

untied from the shackles of strife,

2017, the modern existence,

getting on the property ladder, how does anyone have a chance?
20, 25 or 30, forced to work to pay every bill,

going to work all hours, struggling to find a way, a life against our will,

needing the money from any form of work, mostly unprogressive, unhappy 
life passing by, frustrating, anger, decreasing self-worth, causing individuals to be snappy

unfulfilled, potentials are not met, working a job all day, unable to progress,

money is the key factor, for bills to be met, let me digress.

often they still aren't causing pain and suffering, stress and depression,

homelessness is rife through the country, a feeling of regression,

a feeling of being stuck, how to retrain and improve your careers?
speak to friends or family and the same conversation, doubts, and fears
if only another option was available,

one that was accepted and not just for the vulnerable,

the homeless, the people with nothing,

but how is this existence different? it is truly crushing,

once you can see that your life is consumed with working for money,

the soul has passed, your energy too, it can get so hard it's not even funny,

but who understands? in the face of consumerism, higher purchase, loans, and debt,

who is living a life, truly satisfied, and their dreams are met?

Not all people living off-grid are rich in cash!
but they aim for other needs; security in food & energy, it's worth a bash,


 

a growing transition for many people too,

it's not just for the hippies, the spiritual, it's for people like me and you,

think about it for a moment or two...

who would you be without your car, house and your possessions?
is that person you portray the real you? or do you blend in so people don't ask questions?
are you honest with your family and friends?

or do you sit behind a desk wishing it would end?
there is a wealth of knowledge of old traditions,

from a time when they lived without these conditions,

the conditions of social media, advertising, marketing ads or vlogs

when screen time didn't consume every waking hour, and children were fascinated with tadpoles transforming into frogs.

hours spent outside, climbing trees, playing at the park,

not allowed home unless it was tea time or had gotten dark.

 

a shift is happening, ecotherapy, wild schooling, bushcraft, and hikes,

forest schooling, homeschooling, people walking and out on their bikes,

scientists are noticing the effects on children's behaviors, reduced health issues,

ADHD,  also a boost in self-awareness, positivity, confidence and mental health issues

is it easier to sit a child down to hours in front of the tv, or ipad?

than it is to spend a few hours playing down the park with dad?

or baking a cake with mum, the importance of these skills are being misplaced,

in this consumerism world, with employees a number, in a life so fast-paced.

 

Off-grid living, the communities hidden away,

all they want is a parcel of land to look after their needs, but hey,

that's not possible, 'cause where will the local council get their tax,

with the community, living off the land, growing food and chopping wood with an axe,

the need and usage of government-owned services would become minute,

living simply and within your skills of the land, renewables used, an abundance of fruit,

food preserved in many forms, jams and chutneys, frozen meat,

enough food to last year-round to survive through winter, or in the heat,

the food produced off the land, tending the garden, and grown for nutrition,

the most important for life and health also said to aid in remission.

off grid homesteaders, don't need to take the flack,

with health as the focus, working outdoors to provide, lowering the need for prozac,
comments from shallow minded people need not be said,

the power of community, working together, I want to spread,

to include children in the transition, of conserving nature and our wildlife,

 

the tranquil setting amongst the seasons, watching the stars, that's my type of nightlife.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is my first time sharing my poetry, (after a few friends encouraged me that I should) please be kind and send your thoughts.

Also all words are opinions of myself in the modern world that we live in. 

This is not meant to cause offense, harm, upset to anyone, and if it does please understand that is not my intention.

 

Many thanks,

Share the Dream

Ugonna Wachuku

 

Day breaks in on us slowly.
Today's journey through life
will be full of riddles and
hope.

 

Life will surely bring new
suprises and strange shadows.

 

Shadows of this new day
will certainly accompany
us through inspiring village
paths and forests.

 

On our way to the farm,
new meaning to life will
be found.

 

Ancestral footprints will
be followed on our way to
plant hopeful crops for tthe
coming harvest.

 

Whether there will be a
harvest, we cannot tell.
The world have changed so
much since grandpa and
grandma were children
in the family.

 

Then, our ancestors could
smell good weather and
refreshing rain. Now, we
smell cyclones, nuclear
pollution and destructive
rain filled with the flaming
scent of this global warming.

 

Anyway, my friends, we are
headed for the farm:

 

We must plant our crops
for the coming harvest.
We have good hope for
humanity.

 

We have bountiful, fresh
dreams and love for human-
kind's survival.

 

Our dreams are real and
worthy enough to go round
the earth with love and
brotherhood.

 

Come, my love.
Come, mankind.
Share the dream
of my soul.

 

Cape of Good Hope
darling, share our
dream of a bountiful
new harvest and healing
for humanity.

 

Come, my friends.
Walk with us through
ancestral village paths
to the farm of hope
and love unchained.

 

Come, all of you
who will:

 

Walk
with
us,
this
new
day!
!
!
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Share the Dream 

~ Critiques/Comments ~ 

 

Mona Omar

monao3@yahoo.com

lets all share the dream of happiness ,peace and love 

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Helen Schmidt

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Ugonna,  This is a lovely poem of hope and dreams of making the world a better place.  Would that these dreams come true!  Best regards, Helen 

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Amy Riberdy

winnowillwhite@hotmail.com

A poem filled with hope for the beauty of the old world to survive in spite of the destructive nature of a modern life that threatens to destroy the beauty of the land & a way of life..  Amy 

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Misty Lackey

countrygal_cc@yahoo.com

for some reason I could see this poem on a huge flag or on a huge blue sky for the whole world to see feelings that set free the mind on todays nature and world.. 

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michelle

mobakeng@yahoo.com

Bonjour(Swiss) Ugonna,  As I read your poem, I thought about those who did not make it to another day, following the attacks on New York twin towers and on the Pentagone.  Yes each day is a day of hope even if the changing world around us threatens to rob us of our subsistence, loved ones and hope.  Each day is a new beginning not only for us but also for the coming generations.  We have to pass on the dream unless we die.  This poem is fitting for such time as this.  Thank you  Michelle 

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Deborah Russell

sellwein@hotmail.com

For some reason one of my favourite books comes to mind, "The Good Earth", by Pearl S. Buck. A book which still lends passages to my mind, years after reading it for the second time. Of course I would like to think that most of us do 'keep the dream' of green pastures close to our hearts. Again the form of the last three stanzas is a goblet. And the wine flows freely dripping from the stem. An inspirational image! 

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Gail Henderson

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beautiful words it is amazing  

when i read this poem it was  

like the words were flowing  

of the pages great work keep it up.

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2002-07-10 02:29:24  

 

Adele Smith

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This poem shows that sometimes we don't know what life can bring us. Only with Hope and understanding does we seem to move forward in life. keep up the great work

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2003-06-01 15:38:59   

 

Ruth Lovejoy

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I really feel your heart in this piece! An outstanding one!

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2008-01-13 15:32:22 

 

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Bring in the Sheaves

Ugonna Wachuku  

 

With love for the earth's rural poor in unwavering support of the crucially essential mission and work of CIAT: International Center for Tropical Agriculture: Science to Cultivate Change: http://ciat.cgiar.org and FAO: Food and Agriculture Organization of the United Nations: http://www.fao.org + IFAD: International Fund for Agricultural Development: http://www.ifad.org 

 

Through blue, cloudless skies,

 

I see rainbows and stars drawing

 

glorious patterns and planting

 

flowers with nature's sweet scent.

 

 

Beautiful hearts and loving souls

 

gather to tell the story of the

 

rain. The rainbow is there to tell

 

this love story from heaven. The

 

farm will bloom forever with 

 

fertile rain from these clouds

 

in celebration of the world's 

 

rural poor and those of us 

 

living in hunger-striken 

 

shadows of life and wounded

 

hope bleeding.

 

 

Inspiring smell from earth's soil

 

meet me on this journey to

 

welcoming farmlands of home.

 

I see grandma's handsome hand

 

sowing seeds for new life.

 

I warmly view mummy's caring

 

hand cultivating corn seeds, cassava

 

and yam tubers for our earth's

 

rural poor. With gladness, I 

 

remember CIAT's, IFAD's and FAO's 

 

crucial mission and work throughtout our 

 

yearning world of poverty and hunger!

 

 

I see heavenly hearts beating for

 

the new harvest when these seeds

 

come to life with my love for

 

these poor of the earth; these

 

rural hearts of beauty longing

 

for healthy abundance and fertile

 

renewal of their earth's barreness.

 

 

For these beloved rural poor, CIAT's, 

 

IFAD's and FAO's bounties abound. 

 

Grandma's seeds are sown. Mummy's 

 

handsome harvest is real. And through 

 

the loving lushness of my weeping 

 

heart on green pastures, and fruitful 

 

meadow sea shores, joyful, refreshing 

 

rain is given from heaven's heart to 

 

our tearful earth's rural poor made 

 

whole in heaven's unfathomable 

 

abundance forever.

 

 

There is a glad song echoing

 

throughout the galaxy; far beyond

 

the simple skies we know. This harvest

 

will renew humanity. This coming harvest

 

will teach us love and brotherhood. This

 

harvest will be a new beginning if we

 

wish it deep down CIAT's, IFAD's 

 

and FAO's systems; deep down 

 

humanity's heart of cultivated love 

 

and sustainable survival on rural 

 

landscapes and agricultural lands 

 

waiting to be made fertile and 

 

humbly rich for the good of our 

 

enchanting earth's rural poor.

 

 

For these beloved rural poor of our cute,

 

yearning earth, CIAT's, IFAD's and 

 

FAO's bounties, experience and 

 

knowledge of poverty eradication 

 

and science of cultivation are made 

 

available with care and unwavering 

 

love embodied in humaneness:

 

 

Then, humkind, CIAT, IFAD, FAO, 

 

grandma, mummy, me, let us go forth 

 

and bring in the sheaves for our 

 

beautiful earth's beloved rural poor. 

 

We must go now: 

 

 

As we bring in the sheaves, let us share

 

this new breath of love and oneness. Bring

 

in the sheaves. Bring in the soothing sheaves.

 

Let us breath from the calm, refreshing wind

 

of this fertile love, for the earth's beautiful,

 

rural poor: Love made real and meaningful in

 

CIAT's, IFAD's and FAO's committed mission 

 

and crucially essential work of enabling our 

 

world's rural poor overcome their poverty 

 

and nutritional deficiency!

 

 

This is the welcoming message I leave

 

with all women and men of goodwill and

 

love this new day in unwavering support

 

and cherishment of CIAT, IFAD's and FAO's 

 

highly essential mission across the world.

 

 

Come! Beloved Humankind:  

 

Join CIAT's  mission now, this day! 

 

Join IFAD's mission this new day! 

 

Join FAO's mission this new dawn! 

 

Let our earth's rural poor overcome

 

their poverty. Let their "levels

 

of nutrition and standards of

 

living" rise with improved 

 

"agricultural productivity" 

 

and nourishing "science to 

 

cultivate" abundantly! 

 

 

Together, as 

 

one, 

 

With 

 

CIAT, 

 

with

 

IFAD,

 

with 

 

FAO, 

 

let us

 

bring 

 

in 

 

the

 

bountiful

 

sheaves

 

for our

 

earth's

 

rural

 

poor.

 

Bring 

 

in 

 

the 

 

s

 

h

 

e

 

a

 

v

 

e

 

s

 

this 

 

new 

 

day 

 

with 

 

CIAT, 

 

IFAD

 

and

 

FAO!

 

!

 

!

 

!

 

Bring in the Sheaves 

~ Critiques/Comments ~    

 

Lesa Gay

lesajg@aol.com

I was raised on a little farm in Iowa.  I know well the smell of freshly turned earth, the busy time of harvest, and the prayers to the Lord for a bountiful harvest.  Thanks for bringing to mind a picture of my childhood.  ~Lesa~

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2002-04-04 15:39:45

Linda M. Medeiros

pudnsis1@aol.com 

 

Ugonna,  

 

As usual, you have outdone yourself. Each of your poems pour out with love, compassion, truth and with your heart's spirit, your words impress deeply into my soul. There are many poor and hungry and if they could use their soil would plant and grow for themselves, but, those of them that destroy and ruin, prevent this. Yes, let all who can share a kernal or morsal do. Let us help each other so that no one starves by the hands of evil. Thank you for sharing. Linda 

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2002-04-08 14:43:57

Helen Schmidt

heljac123@aol.com 

 

Ugonna, 

 

What fervent words pour from your bountiful heart.  This wonderful piece reflects your caring concern and unending hope for the betterment of those less fortunate than you.  I certainly enjoy reading your humanitarian poems, Ugonna; they are wonderful.  

 

Helen

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2002-04-08 16:15:24

Mona Omar

moca124@hotmail.com

dear ugonna a beautiful  poem  full of compassion  planting more seeds of love :)

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2002-04-09 02:33:55

Keith Neal

techpoet82@yahoo.com

 

Another piece that allowed the reader to 

gain visual experience with your words. 

 

The line where you described your mother's 

"handsome" hands is a characteristic I've  

seldomly heard having reference to a woman. 

 

Another eloquent piece from you! 

 

Keith

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2002-04-09 03:46:50

Amy Riberdy

winnowillwhite@hotmail.com

These are such strong words, pouring out with the heart's compassion that is so much a part of the many beautiful poems that you produce. 

 

To take the seed & plant it in the hopes that it will produce the bounty necessary to feed the hungry of the world, is feeling the greatest joy in the many miracles of God.  

 

To imagine that one simple tiny seed can feed so many. And the action of a mother's hand sowing these seeds with tender loving care brings hope to the hearts of all wish for a better tomorrow. 

 

This piece says this & more.... 

 

Well done 

 

Amy

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2002-04-10 13:30:02

Douglas Lazard

dougiebgood@hotmail.com

I will check out IFAD... What a wonderful poem expressing your heartfelt desire for the betterment of mankind! And yes, we must do it through the healing and caring management of dear mother earth!  Like you I can't wait for that better day of love and brotherhood1 

 

Well done my friend! 

Peace and love ~~~~ Dougie ~~ 

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2002-04-11 06:43:43

Mary Charest

charest67@aol.com

Hi Ugonna, 

Your humanitarian poems really touch me.  I join with you in hope that we can feed the poor and change the world with unwavering love.  This is my constant prayer. 

Love, 

Mary

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2002-04-11 16:13:55

Myra Lochner

myrataal@mweb.co.za 

 

Dear Ugonna ... 

 

Let me try again to post this comment ... it is also on your guest book ... 

 

I love the visual impact of this poem, imitating a pregnant sheaf, ready for the reap.  The beautiful imagery as well as the implicit message of hope and expectation is a typical Uggona style, reflecting a tender heart.  I also love the way in which you reach back to you roots ...  

 

Thank you for inviting me here again.  It is always a pleasure to read your work.  

 

May God bless you and keep you.  

 

Myra 

 

Ps. Ah! The Internet is surrendering to tender touch ... LOL ... here goes ...

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2002-04-12 09:30:33

Donna Allard

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Well Ugonna.. tis a prayer we should all sing, tis a seed we should all plant, tis a hope that should dewll within all souls, on this earth and beyond, the rainbow.  

 

Just a thought :) Donna

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2002-04-12 23:19:50

Farah D

fiffi_d@yahoo.com

Its amazing how much inspiration you bring out with your words..Ugonna. I found this poem powerful and beautiful and at the same touching and sad. All I can say is AMEN..to your words. http://PostPoems.com/members/destiny

 

 

2002-04-14 13:27:24

Lorraine Reutter

nittykiddy@aol.com

Dear Ugonna, once again the your humane compassionate heart is echoed in the walls of this beautiful poem...thankyou once again for sharing ..I will be sure to check out IFAD...Respectfully ...Lorraine

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2002-04-15 10:54:24

Ann-Marie Williamson

hl_angel@lineone.net

well done. Beautifully written and beautifully layed out.  

If only more people could look at things in the same way. 

Keep up the good work.

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2002-04-15 12:27:09

Tim / manatee Marshall

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hi,this gets an A+ from me,keep up the good work

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2002-04-15 13:57:22

Jessica (Cook) Edwards

jedwardscook@charter.net

Thank you for including me in your list of friends.  You write so eloquently of the things you love and I can see clearly that you love your work with the poor.  God bless you and yours and know that you remain in my prayers. 

Jessica

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2002-04-15 20:19:31

Betty Hattersley

silverlining7@talk21.com

Ugonna what a beautiful poem.  So many times I wonder why harvests are poor in the places that need the food.  Yet many others waste or destroy so much.  To see children happy and smiling is a wonderful sight.  These poor people don't ask for much, are always proud and work so hard.  Your words are so deep and true...thank you for being a friend Ugonna...it's an honour to know you. 

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2002-04-17 13:30:59

Adele Smith

adelesmith4@yahoo.com

This is an insparational poem. Can't wait to read more

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2002-04-19 14:30:03

Misty Lackey

countrygal_cc@yahoo.com

Well Written with good style! 

I really am happy now that I have read all of your nice comments on my poetry. you are quiet a talent yourself, 

keep it up, and stay sweet :-) 

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2002-04-19 22:37:14

michelle

mobakeng@yahoo.com

This poem shows that we cannot do things solely on our own and for our own good alone.  Either we are aware of it or not, we need God, men, goodwill and a cooperative nature to provide sun, rain, a good soil in a symphony of love and life. 

 

You have been able to bridge a faceless organisation with real life, a woman sowing seeds, far away in Africa but this could be anywhere in the world where there are the rural poor. 

 

 

2002-05-09 13:08:34

Karyn Indursky

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It's shocking how much love pours from you into all of your work. You really know to deliver not only the scenery, but the tranquil, loving feelings. Then, you even go on to dedicate this and list the links. It's just amazingly beautiful and respectable.

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2003-05-02 11:48:50 

 

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