Balsa Poems - Poems about Balsa

... Erlenkönig knelt to the ground, his urge to destroy Reginn was strong but he knew it was one or the other. Rid yourself of Reginn or stop this coup. He chose to stop the take over and reached ......Read the rest...

...Joe is an old, withered tiger. Stripes of balsa wood and matches walking in a burning ring of hellfire His shameless tamers snapping whips. From deep blue state shadows to keep afloat the lates......Read the rest...

...My balsa wood float rides ripple and wave My bait unappealing today Fingers frostbitten but I shall be brave As I try to catch something to weigh The cormorant seems to be doing okay The seagu......Read the rest...

...Lightning’s flash, shows me where to hide, when the thunder comes. Tell me, which is more devine, the radiant curve, or the simple line? In the land of Balsa, the elders know not to hind ......Read the rest...

...Monster Trees Monster trees reaching down through insane skies like spiders, They see something coming in the green benign stretches, We are the onion ring bearers wearing dark-day secrets. We......Read the rest...

...Toys of Yesteryear Some of you have seen these. Simple, beautiful toys. Played on the living room carpet. Sometimes on our knees. Some right on an oil clothed kitchen table. No hang ups ab......Read the rest...

...I used to like to go up into the attic when I was a young child. I was alone up there, away from authority, able to explore that dark quiet world at my leisure. My cousin Corky, he was 10 years olde......Read the rest...

...Garden of Zen, showers of cherry blossoms dance pink on champagne air. Taste of sunshine new on the tongue, winter’s bleak falling away, ides of March blow deep breath, morning songs perch......Read the rest...

...Life on a death bed Bending boughs of flaxen curls Loose tendrils frame and swirl In the wind and rain Liquid snakes stain Your cheeks Black streaks A masterpiece in mixed media of life and......Read the rest...

...single malt sanity, sanitized, ionized, with a little communion salt. sprinkle replace, sprinkle to taste, sprinkle with haste to the holy face. yet still ground balsa wood icons perf......Read the rest...

..."I Would Be....WOOD" "Knock On Me!" or more correct "Knock On WOOD!" You've probably said that and rapped your knuckles against me while saying it! I know you've knocked on me many times in y......Read the rest...

...A work in progress is a wonder No wonder God loves us so In Baalalala the natives make gods From ivory soap You can never be too clean on Sundays Deities come in all shapes and sizes Pocket Je......Read the rest...

...NOW AND THEN Tell me how you know it's now by lines across an old man's brow? Before it came, it’s come and went. A wispy trail, a non- event. Found within or found without It always s......Read the rest...

...MY MODEL PLANE Way back, when I was 12 years old, I built a model airplane with my Dad, It was a great experience, but most of all, We spent some time together, and for that I was glad. The ......Read the rest...

...At the water’s edge I stood. Oh my heart was invigorated to see the soft ripples in the water. There was a warm breeze that also moved my hair. I felt the Lord’s presence all around me. I......Read the rest...