Best Carvers Poems

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...

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Sand carvers paintings
engulfed in magic circles
mandala symbols








(My very first attempt at haiku)...

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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...

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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)...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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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...

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A thousand fair suitors all stab at your heart, 
those poets of movement and jockeys of art. 
The high-volume vendors who hustle romance, 
splashing their...

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