Best Clearings Poems

I walk along the old familiar path in the wood of my childhood -
the place that I willingly abandoned  
for the lure of new friends and activities 
that carried me ever farther from my simple carefree days.

Nothing here is quite the same,
and all that...

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Creeping creepy creepers, the crawling trellis
jutting out of everywhere
snaking through country and metropolis
twisting turning in floral bliss
but more like snakes that hiss
But in quietude feign death for self-defense! 

Weeping willows with an unreal surreal sorrow
weeping tears of dew onto the silted furrow.
Perhaps weeping for bretheren...

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I turn to my girl highlighting Mayday is near
A day of spectacle that the whole village views
There's Jesters of folly and Knights without fear
Witnessing lances and jokes, always going askew

To view such we can venture along different ways
We can stroll by the river listening to...

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That Bench

He goes there every day; to that bench in the shade;
Where his shoes have formed small clearings in the gravel;
where his wool sport coat has rubbed smooth the paint.

He goes there every day, to that bench in the shade
where the squirrels eat straight from...

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This day has not seen the sunlight
It feels the night finds no excuses 
For the darkness of this day
I cannot put my mind to bed

       Please.... O God, 
          ...

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down the path of broken promises 
up the stream’s misguided dreams

shoulders burdened crushed and rounded
by all accounts tallied and squared off

countless breaths and tears held back
while chilling fears explode unhinged

tossed plans and schemes to wispy clouds
deep in marshlands of futility hope lies 

armsful of useless...

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Sacred Earths Tiny Dancer

Arise, My Beloved! I say, Arise, My Love!
For you are a Sacred Dancer
In the Great Spirit's grand and glorious ceremony—
A hallowed space where
Ancient mountains spirited stories in stone.

Valleys cradle the songs of hidden streams,
Their banks are a living topiary of green medicine.
Autumn...

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When hearts are heavy, and teardrops start
When days have found the sunlight dim
And night can find no good excuse
For the thunder, or the storms, or the weary and grim...

When I cannot put my mind to bed...
I think of tomorrow, and all of the good things,...

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I plant an image
and it comes up a poem
red, yellow and green.
It has leaves and limbs
and phrases never heard.
I walk around it and touch
it on all sides
realizing the body
is greater than the words.
The body is greater than my thoughts,
and late at night it talks to...

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"Turkey Fowl"
1776: The Eagle, The Dove, or the Turkey?

Great Seal of the United States

What should we choose for a symbol of our new life?

American birth of a nation

Declaration Committee chosen

Midwife of an egg Eagle, Dove, or Turkey

Dr. Benjamin Franklin

Plea a turkey

Truly a noble bird that’s...

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Sunset, quiet, except
for happy birthday to neighbor's child, 
virgo, and all that means, purity
of morality, inability to scheme, 
whatever else the stars dictated.

Woodpecker climbs oak, Connecticut.
Not ten years ago this mountain was
completely forested, untouched
since early arrival of Europeans.
Now my parents' home and others stand
in new...

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Homey eyes of peasant stew
A cozy-colored mossy mew
Stony cottage, snowcheeks bleu
The forest fins for frosted fruits.

The warmest thought speaks crumbly bread
A partridge purr puffs through my head
That grants the grunkest grue a ‘Get!’
To packrat out the paquerettes.

Don’t see the speech I say with sneer
As something...

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The Appalachian Trail is quite a long path.
Not many can go the whole way.
For those not content to do the math
It’s five million strides, so they say.

Most hikers elect to go part of the way.
A distance which can be done rather fast.
They usually walk less...

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No Adjectives
  
No adjectives graced skies of dawn
No crimson, mauve or bronze
Only blankets of fog akin to gloom
Blocking sunlight, singing runes.

Winds on gusts rose up in westerlies
Breath like brooms sweep skies majestically
Danced as a smile – heaven cheering -
Mischief on wings – imps twirl...

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In a domain, now lost in time,
There roamed a minervoo over the land.
With five hairy legs under platelets of rime;
They skidded and skated, they frimmed and they frammed.

But by far the scariest, creature of all,
Was the Trestial, Lambergyl Bruegal.
Standing only one foot, three inches tall;
It...

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