Best Chain Saw Poems

I am Tim
I am Tim
Tim I am
That Tim-I-am!
That Tim-I-am!

I do not like
that Tim-I-am!
Do you like
green eggs and ham?
I do not like them,
Tim-I-am.
I do not like
green eggs and ham.

CUT CUT CUT.....That's Dr Seuss's Green Eggs and Ham....now why did I start writing that...Oh I know must...

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A short walk from the road
you are deep in forest. 
Tall mountain ash form 
pillars that hold up space 
and keep a cathedral 
of shade within its walls.
High overhead, a canopy
of leaves curtain the sky 
in prayerful whispers.

Tree ferns crowd a gully
where fallen giants bridge
a...

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Remember the story 
of Billy Goats Gruff?
The troll under the bridge,
and all of that stuff?
If you liked that old story
it's all good and well,
but it isn't at all 
the troll tale I will tell.

Now, Trolius Troll 
was a timorous soul;
A more timid troll
you never shall...

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The Old Oak Tree

For thirty-three years she’s been standing there,
With all her majestic beauty, without a care.
From a tiny seedling I had planted her,
The years rolled by swiftly, like a blur.

The decision was made, she must come down,
The old oak tree looked stately wearing her...

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Villanelle: The only game solution to the human condition

The only game solution to the human condition
“Don’t nobody move a muscle” and hold your breath
Stop having sex with the opposite sex in motion

In a billion years men will pass babies with their motion
And suffragettes will be...

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Shana Aubrey Harris – 
 whose existence begat by dada and da mama; aye
revel your bursting at figurative seams viz maturation, and know by
chatting over telephone, your aura, charisma, 
   and persona finds me blinking back tear ducts 
   ready to...

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The cedar towered above the shingled roof,
Its tapered branches hiding squirrels and birds
until the day when Hugo swept the hills
uprooting poplars, whipping wind-wilted
leaves against the parlor window.
The cedar fell, its prodigious bulk
flattened against the sodden earth.
For years it lay along the gravel drive.
The neighbor though...

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There he is sitting atop my favorite comforter and upon my king-sized beige recliner. He thinks he is the king of the universe, my little dog named Sunny. He often rests there for hours and most days you can't ignore the chain-saw sound coming from...

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We have gone to the Kruger Park, and are now back,
All roads there are paved,
But for adventure, you can drive along very doable
Sand roads, the crocodile river runs parallel to
These sand roads and if you are lucky you can spot 
Hippos Or Crocs, which we...

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The sun's savage fingers have penetrated
the calving sheets of ice, delving deeply 
beneath the blankets of the frozen surface.

And the oceans, bruised mauve and swollen 
like a pregnant whore, rail against the rocks
of man's kingdoms with their bowels ripped 
open by bleached coral and rising...

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Christmases and Christmases ago down where the Camelias grow
There was a family whose money was low__not so much cash flow

'Twas the day before Christmas Eve and they didn't have their Christmas tree
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the tulip tree tosses petals
to the dying maple tree
tree cutting men and chain saw converse
leaving stumps ...of words
a twitching, gray squirrel cusses....

the tulip tree has lost its mate...

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one hour alone
motionless in bath water...
mirrored on water
is the sun of a childhood
reflected in ripples of time

I see my father
a chain saw, a pile of wood
mother is sewing
patches on the family jeans....
swirling quickly, down the drain

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Carrie Richards   (spiritual)





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Non descript hedge rows sculpted into ornamental animal 
via botanical artist wielding pruning shears and chain saw 
carved, limned and sculpted with wrist wrought voila uber
prestidigitatiously head turning botanical picturesque Sun
kist animals at an exhibition transformed miraculously via 
Te Deum divine fist bumping, whence realistic...

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He used to hunt and fish
Shoot the bull with ease
But now he has Huntington's Disease

He could cut a right of way
For the Rural Electric Company
With chain saw and saw blade
Now he can't even feed himself
For he has Huntington's Disease

He advanced up to line-man
Learning all about...

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