Best Carvers Poems

Sand carvers paintings
engulfed in magic circles
mandala symbols








(My very first attempt at haiku)...

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Skeletal garden stalks rattle, shivering,
long leaved arms rustle in the wind,
bony fingers snap in rhythm 
to October’s haunting song;
they gather as shadowy hillside wraiths,
spectral companions for Ichabod Crane.

Summer shudders,
scattering abundant harvest corn,
thick as hoar frost, 
squirreled away in darkened dens by scurrying rodents,
tasty treats against...

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The life in the wood will be revealed by the wood carver.
Chipped away with chisel and mallet; wood displays its secrets.
Wood carvers release the spirits trapped within the wood.

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Upon bitterly cold dawning hours of one January 2000 day
the Harns family desperately sought a place to live – “hay
there” Nelson Swartley (an independent realtor) 
politely responded bringing unwelcome news viz our sos re lay
informing us (myself the missus, and two young toddlers –
daughters begotten...

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If you have a dragon, a great furnace he makes.
belching his fire can heat your entire place.
But, there is one problem, non initially foreseen;
you see dragons, like people, have their own dreams.

We’ve hired a new dragon and now I will tell,
the story of a dragon,...

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A Sitka Sunset

Mute wind chimes on the Totem Trail
 Ring through purple mists in
Platinum testimony to evergreens adorned in dusk
And leftovers from raindrops splashing from totem beaks,
Cedar poles rise from dense fogs
Of myths and warriors and family lore
Shrouding thunderbirds in legends as day retreats.

Life cycles...

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There was a time so carefree we were.
Time we had more than enough!
A blue sky meant a sunny day.
Our eyes with merry would dance 
Thinking of another day in a cave;
A fascinating world compared 
To the insipid one we lived.

There was a time so carefree...

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MYSTERIOUS HABITATS


Wonderful is the monument Tajmahal
It buries mysterious human track mole
It bears the memory of a love that compelled
To activate many to shed blood in sweat
It casts the reminiscence of a love forced
To shed blood and to jail in, his true owner


Mysterious trends of trapping...

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CHOP SHOP

The Villages at Carver ate
Four tires and a steering wheel
Their hunger pangs would not abate
So they acquired plans to steal
 A screwdriver
And a wrench too
A steel hammer
Golf carts unscrew
The Villages at Carver hide
Its many parts in a chop shop
As golfers exercise their stride
Wiping balled...

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The life in the wood will be revealed by the wood carver.
Chipped away with chisel and mallet; wood displays its secrets.
Wood carvers release the spirits trapped within the wood....

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Would the real “Matthew Scott Harris” please stand up!

Yo...over here in Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
all the other ones (that follow below)...
them guys imposters I write – every ƒµ©**** one.

Curiosity and discretion 
got the better part of me valor
as mined fingers typed Matthew Scott Harris 
(quite some time,...

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To make his jack-o-lantern,
My husband wields a knife
And carves a slightly scary face
To make it come to life.

It isn’t sketched or plotted;
Just some time is all he needs
And before he’s even finished,
I have roasted all the seeds.

My son’s approach is different
For the face is deftly...

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With chisels, carvers
Chip away bits and pieces
Sinewy fibre;
What emerges from the wood
Is the essence of its soul....

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The nobility, the priesthood,
The common, the slaves
A life's journey fixed,
Elected for life or
Passed from father to son.

Omens, divinations,
Predictions, reading future
They were skilled mathematicians,
Historians, keepers of knowledge
Recorded details in codices.

Books of fig bark paper
Mayans wrote, kept count
Of Sun's path, tracked Venus
With surprising Accuracy,
Marked zenith twined with...

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Thanks to the poets who love my words
Meaning in their eggs fly like birds
The snake may suckle slurping in delight
But give them time to be feathered by light

We brotherhood carvers in the tongue
Let your muse break joy this time to live among
The unslithered past of...

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