Best Calve Poems

** What’s Torn **

What’s been torn off or away may be
a recurring theme — of dreams or memory —
that nags, popping up unexpectedly
to recall or, for dear losses, again grieve…

The things thieved 
from life — as divinely conceied,
like the Amazon forest’s trees — 
don’t leave,...

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Brought back from the world of fantasies 
By the 8’o clock warning device
Raised up undesirably at a lazy pace
Retrieving the welcoming hateful whole day race. 

Jaded by the whole day lecture and ruined by assignments
Projects got to be compiled and pending PPTs
Next week’s above mentioned...

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Winter sulks, dying slow in stark stillness
while chiffon hues shyly peek into sight
a lace of buds bloom, banishing chillness
as resurrection of colors delight.

Can you hear trees laugh as new leaves spring forth?
See fields of wildflowers wake up and smile?
Can you bask in sweet scents wafting...

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I was a nascent virgin stream
Born to glabrous mountain king
On the unflinching love his dream
The dark damsel of sky he fling.

On her rapture and cry I grown
Broken the rules with fickle friends
Freely flown as my growing brawn
Smoothing curves of fine couthy bends.

One day I reached...

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Had we but oil enough and gas,
All welfare bill would easily pass,
And we’d be spending hard, I bet,
Without incurring any debt.
You, on the Moon, would keep your bees
And tend to Martian refugees;
And I would sleep all day, in mirth,
Upon the lap of Mother Earth.
And I...

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Spring

	Ah, spring is in the air.  The time when Mother Nature renews herself. 
The loving arms of the sun and the tears of the clouds bring forth the little green 
shoots of promise.  The little animals have preformed their dances of renewal 
and...

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At 27,123 pounds, Gertrude was at her finest, and friskiest weight.
She said to everyone she met, “Hey, I weigh over a ton, isn’t this terrifically great?”
The other dragons were jealous, as weight in their kingdom is the best thing to have.
She ate two good-looking, Texas...

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My life would not be worth living
So I open the gate
My life is made to be giving
It can never be to late

I want to give to you
Something I have made
As something made is true
This love you cannot trade

To give you all I have
Is something I...

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Long ago
when the Buffalo
first began their endless journey

North to South
East to West

We shared 
a heart 
and we were
One Spirit.

Together 
we lead the people
as great warriors,
healers and keepers 
of the stories.

We made out shirts
and we danced the dance
of the ghosts.

We could not stop 
their bullets,
but this...

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In Alaska, running loose
Are grizzlies, caribou and moose.
Eagles soar and whales cavort
And salmon fishing is a sport.

Glaciers calve and mountains rise,
Scenery to mesmerize.
Sadly, now, for tourist folk
The air is filled with thick gray smoke.

I am starting on a tour;
Don't know what will be in store,
But...

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I don’t want any strife
None in my life
Perilous it would be
I would hate to see
The fear I would have
Cutting deep in my calve
Crying an option negative
For strife could shiv
My sacred heart
Forever impart
Don’t hate me
For being me
And freeing myself
From disbelief
I would fall apart
Losing my heart
From the...

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GIVE UNTO THE LORD

Give unto the Lord you mighty
Give unto the Lord glory and strenght
Give unto the Lord the glory due, His name
The voice of the Lord is upon the waters

Worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness
The voice of the Lord is in the...

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We approached the Hubbard Glacier,
More than seventy miles long,
And we watched it calve and listened
To its snap-pop-crackle song.

As chunks of ice broke free and fell
(That's calving) we could hear
The glacier pop and crackle
Very loud and very clear.

Occasionally, underwater 
Pieces broke off, too
And they popped up...

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There's nothing like a pressured toot
to get you out of bed.
The moving sheets, the rustled beat;
of flatulance ahead.

That very sign that life goes on
despite the time you have.
Where waiting on the sun to shine
might mean a death through calve.

And hope is an illusion
of a sleep...

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I
There are lines we recall from literature
As in escaping "by the skin of my teeth"
That we owe to the bible, in this case, to Job
(not "job", a Biblical Book by that name, chapter 19)

II
Psalm 29 today, as we close 2019, offers
A few other literary familiars,...

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