Friday, February 6, 2026

Thing have been different

 In the past few weeks things have changed in me. Big things. All things. Who knows. But my life has been better than most will believe. And my mind seems to have changed as well, the way I see the world and how I communicate with it is changing. So much, in fact, that I am preemptively declaring all discussion as too egotistical to talk about and refuse discussing it further.

The below are letters that popped up on my keyboard and demanded I play whack-a-mole. So I punched keys and these things fell out. It seems the Muse are out and about these days. The Second one is challenging to read and this seems intentional.

No Kings Is Not A Protest Poem

The righteous they scare him.
And boos drown his demon.
He pays for ass wiping.
His lies and his semen.

But listen to him.
Believe what he's saying.
Believe what he's doing.
For Him they are praying.

They give him the power.
They'd make him their King.
They'll call him messiah.
But it all means nothing.

He comes just to use them.
He comes for their worship
He comes for their money.
Their ears filled -his bullshit..

They pay for the privilege
of paying him more.
And he keeps on taking.
We all know the score.

And we know the answers.
Are they're all just for asking.
But you'll get no reply,
from the man who would be King

Kings might be cowards.
Kings might be brave.
They don't follow rules
and take what they crave.

The trick to it all.
Is to heed every call.
To not have a King.
For the good of us all.

We have little voices,
But hear what I'm saying.
Use the voice that they give you.
And don't have a king.

©All rights reserved to David E. Smith
CreeksideFarmOregon@gmail.com


A Novel Poem That.Nobody Will Get

People will peep.
Fighters will fight.
Talkers will talk.
Trees grow.

Seekers must seek
Seer's got to see.
Sorcerers use source.
Rocks do nothing..

Poets don't po.
While Singers do sing.
And Puppies might pup,
And Dogs might do it too.

Truth is from God.
Truth's undeniable
Like beauty and Sadness.
Some gifts you don't want.

It's an open book test.
They furnish the answers.
And right there before you.
You stand in your way.

Every four lines,
you expect to hear rhythm.
But this is strange meter.
Get over yourself.

This isn't about you.
Not part of your story.
Not one of your answers.
Give God the Glory.

God's Grace make this happen.
Informed not conceived.
You got all the answers.
So why did you keep reading?

©All rights reserved to David E. Smith
CreeksideFarmOregon@gmail.com





Thursday, February 5, 2026

A new way to go

 We have decided that it is time to begin activating ourselves in the service of our nation. The current horror show we experience around us requires people of good conscience to act. We are aware of our age and the relatively little difference we can make, but every small act of resistence to evil is part of a bigger picture. 

Today I have closed my Facebook, Twitter (X), Instagram, and other social media accounts because those people running them want to destroy my country in their support of evil doing. I will close my Amazon Prime account too, even though I like it and use it all of the time. We cannot give one more dollar to a company which serves evil. We are not revolutionaries, we hope to save our nation as we have all along. But there needs to be a nation and right now the nations itself is placed on the block by men who have benefitted so much, yet given so little, and now are failing to protect it. Fuck them and anyone who supports them. We are through with staying out of it and there's too much at stake. 

This came to me in a stream of conscious today. I release any copyrights to anyone who wishes to use it.

Ice Out

My muse is so noisy
From God's Lips to my ear.
And now I stand fighting,
without any fear.

For my God is mighty.
I have God's protection.
What you have is simple,
Not a Godly connection.

For my country I fight,
for Red, White, Blue.
For my nation I stand,
and stand against you.

For my nation, my family.
Native born are we all.
Since 1832,
we heeded the call.

We were soldiers then,
as we are soldiers now.
We follow our God.
Never herded like cow.

You follow a madman.
You follow a fool.
You follow him blindly.
You're only his tool.

For he does not love you.
Though he may tell you so.
And when you aren't useful.
He will suddenly go.

For He is not loyal.
And He is not true.
And He's always false.
But expects more from you.

You stand on his bastions.
Carry weapons of hate.
We stand on the streets.
Our numbers more great.

You give him your body.
You give him your soul,
You give him your all,
That's His only goal.

So keep giving freely.
And He'll take it all.
For the shekels he offers
For the shekels you'll fall.

But he lives in safety.
And promises you that.
But he is a devil.
And you wear his hat.

A hat full of troubles.
You wear it all day.
For life you'll wear it.
You can't get away.

You will be known,
for the damage you do.
But you can leave now.
We give this to you.

He offered you shekels.
And now you're a cog.
If your pockets are empty.
Let him send out his dogs.

He gave you hotels
and restaurant bars.
He told you he'd do this.
He tricked you this far.

But when it all stops.
When he grinds to a halt.
Hotels becomes barracks.
And food without salt.

The sweet and the salty
will go from your diet.
But we have a plan
and you might as well try it.

The plan is so simple.
Go home or just join it.
We are fun people
But can be a riot.

And there you will stand,
with eleven and one.
And there we will stand,
without any gun.

And they will say shoot,
and shoot you just may.
Shoot brothers and sisters.
Shoot children they say.

What names we will call you
the word choices horrid.
And you might not like it.
It might make you torrid.

And you just might want this,
for a fight you are spoiling.
You do something stupid.
And we all will start boiling.

And when all that heat
Gets a just bit all too much.
And you are not sleeping.
And feel out of touch.

Think kindly of people.
The one's you disdain.
And wish to rekindle.
Our old friendship flame.

And we will accept you,
and your weak excuses.
Your claims you were fooled then.
You hope for forgiveness.

And we will accept you
but you followed orders.
We'll bring you to judges.
As His cannon fodders.

And if you can't see
what you read here is true.
Pull the trigger and find out
just who protects who.

For our God is mighty
and our God protecting,
our wives and our children.
while yours will be wailing.

For our fight is righteous.
God calling the tune.
Your god an orange man.
But more the fool you.

You follow him blindly.
Lend ear to his orders.
You pull the triggers.
You cause these disorders.

It's you causing riots.
You offered no peace.
And you stand there thinking.
That you are police.

But you are the person.
Whose doing the wrong.
And when you start singing.
We'll love your sad song.

And when your own family
does leave you behind.
You will cry at their doorstep
for your sin of pride.

It all comes from God
and pride's a great sin.
You are responsible
for the trouble you're in.

Your leaders are guilty
of crimes against us.
And they will sit sadly.
On our prison bus.

Or theymight just flee
to resorts full of plenty.
And leave you behind to
face the wraith of almighty.

And they you might follow,
and stand at their door.
They will smile at you.
But won't offer more.

They'll steal all your money
take your soul then forget it.
And leave you behind,
To face truth unprotected.

You'll know what you know
just as you do right now.
You're cattle to them.
To them only cow.

They will eat you or wear you
without any thought.
They will herd you to slaughter.
And sit on their butt.

They will laugh at the carnage.
They themselves have created.
And call out for more cowboys.
Their hunger not sated.

New cowboys may come.
Cows do what Cows do.
Because cows are just cows.
And now so are you.

These fences you build.
Will soon become walls.
The walls will contain you
if any of us falls.

They rope you and brand you
and put you in stalls
Our God sees our peace.
And break down your walls.

For our judges all know
from where power's derived.
And who is the righteous.
And who must be fried.

You do Satan's bidding
You shit smelling pup.
And we will stand peaceful.
Then cover you up.

And forget who you were.
You're not worth remembering.
And your name will be lost
Your family forgetting.

That they gave you a life.
And a good life no doubt.
They offered you all.
Then you sold us all out.


Monday, February 2, 2026

February 2, 2026 Moving forward again

 We have made some minor progress this year so far. Our plans to do some work in the kitchen has gone forward, but slower than we planned. A typical thing here, the farm has its own schedule and ignores ours.   Lots going on anyway.

Pixie had her pups two days ago, ten beautiful little Basset babies. But toward the end of her pregnancy she got so big that we had to spend quite a bit more time with her. We started taking shifts to cover her care 24/7 and got very little sleep for about a week. Her whelping was pretty quick without any troubles at all. Now we take shifts watching the pups and keeping them cleaned up and safe. Two pups already have a home and the rest usually go pretty quick. We'll have them until at least early April and we can begin sleeping regular schedules in about a week.

The arrival of puppies may allow us the money to finally put in the parking lot project. We gleaned fence fabric for the project years ago and hope to get the fence posts and gates in during April. This graveled and fenced area will finally allow us to get our cars off the street and provide a place for segregating dogs when we need to. Between puppies and dog boarding we spend quite a bit of time on the dog business. Having a parking area will help with having people come around more often as our customer base of visiting Hounds gets a bit bigger. 

This coming week we hope to find time to finish the tile backsplash and then go on to some minor cabinet fixes before painting everything. Some things had to wait after we built the house and finishing the kitchen will take until late Winter at least. But it will be a welcome change.

Our egg sales are brisk. The flock is laying around a dozen eggs a day and we sell almost half of them and we eat the rest. Just as before the eggs sold pay for all the eggs produced. I just wish the business would scale up and add to our income. But it doesn't. Costs rise as quickly as production and the time needed to do the job take time from other projects, so there isn't anything extra to be gained by having a  bigger flock. Small enough to manage, big enough to have really good eggs . . . We'll take it. 

The chickens and ducks are free ranging and their scratching has opened up holes at the bottom of the fence keeping dogs and birds in, so we have had a few escapes in the past month. We have a fix for the problem and fix the holes almost as quikly as they find them. Hounds are good at finding holes in the fence, but easy enough to catch.  Luckily for us there's not too much traffic on the road out front. 

Life goes on apace through a farily warm Winter. There's plenty of rain and plenty of work to do. It seems the world outside is not nearly so nice we want to go out into it much right now, but things will improve. We are hopeful for the future. Today however is something of a drag on the spirit.



Tuesday, January 6, 2026

January 6, 2026 Creekside in the New Year

Creekside Farm stopped trying to sell produce last Summer and stopped selling eggs a bit earlier in the year because investment increases didn't produce sales increases. But we are still planting in the Spring and spent quite a bit of time building a new greenhouse and garden space last year to get restarted in a smaller format. What we are planning is to use the growing plan we had, scaled down to the crops we can make the best use of ourselves. So, many of the same plants, in ones and twos will be planted instead of the fifties and hundreds we did a while ago.  We also rebuilt our flock this past Summer, twelve instead of forty, and so our free ranging girls are giving us about a Dozen eggs a day.

The new greenhouse is about ready for the planting months between March and May. Nothing really grows in our cold dirt until June so our plants will live confortable lives in the new Greenhouse until we can get them into the ground in late May. We will be tilling again this year. No-till gardening works well for making good soil fertility but our soil condition is a bit wild right now. Lots of grass out there.Our soils are every bit as good for composition as they were two years ago and we have perhaps sixty yards of compost for use to get things going. We'll till a bunch of our leaf mold and mature compost into our rows sometime on April and the soils will be very ready in late May.   This year we'll take more steps to put down weed blocking between rows to keep the weeding workload down a bit. We've plenty to do. 

My dream plan is to put in a wooden porch floor this Summer if time and money permit it. We had always envisioned a concrete floor under our wrap around porch roof but the little bit of concrete work we did wasn't really good enough to want a lot more of it. Paying for concrete workers was always out of reach and dry mix concrete is much more expensive now, so we're looking at a wooden porch floor. Wood is quicker and far easier to work with. Until Summer comes we are keeping busy on Winter house projects and it looks like we'll be working in the kitchen this month. This afternoon we found the tile for putting in a backspash over all the counter spaces. We might get to painting in the Kitchen this month, but things here seem to follow their own schedule, and always have. There's always more to do and too little time or money to do them. We only have a few weeks to get things done.

From February through April we will be very busy with a litter of puppies. Pricilla Pixie Stix is having her first litter and is doing very well. We spend a lot of time with our girls, trying to make them comfortable and their pregnancy as easy as we can, but it is still quite a big thing for a dog with such short legs. Lucy had three pups in her first litter and it was fairly easy on her, but most of the time a litter is around eight pups and can go higher. It's a lot of work for everyone and there's only so much you can do to make things easier.

I have always used New Year's Resolutions. Last year I resolved to lose thirty of the pounds I had packed on being depressed. I achieved the goal in August and then went back to eating normally for a few months. This year the goal is another thirty pounds. Weight loss isn't a difficult formula, it's simply not eating when you aren't hungry and eating less when you are. Lots of rice cakes, fewer cookies, hungry all the time, that's the plan. 

Life goes on at Creekside Farm. If anyone needs a garden space to grow food this year, or eggs, give us a call and we'll get you growing.