Best Creekside Poems

A secluded cabin
fail-safe  into a mountain side -
Oh, so high, one feels
they can attain and adjoin the clouds

A pallet of goose-down feathers, veiled
by a hand sewn comfortor
and a spiderlike, dusty canopy - 
a paradise for lovers

A perfect weekend -
paired with a bubbly jacuzzi
awaiting after...

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I am the vampire, is this thing on?
As I said I'm merely a pawn.
NOW you're recording? I am the vam--oh bother it all!
Must we do this in the bathroom stall?
Wolfman took the girl, anyway.
He's always out for the stray.
What was I doing?
Taking a coffin nap,...

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through a mud stained field
and thickets galore
mountaintops blue in the haze
walked through hayfield stubble
with a damp, faithful dog

I am anticipating Halloween
but thoughts dissolve quickly
in fields and forest hues
indian summer is over
litters of leaves all around

we pass a dead coyote
the white dog pays no mind
there's no...

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Melanie, where is she ???

My patience has reached a ceiling.
Much too heavy is this feeling

I get when I get no consideration.
Your total lack of appreciation

breaks my troubled heart
with each and every new start

I become in evolved in.
These journeys, what sin.

I feel that I have reached...

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When walls crumble down
And dreams lay strewn and scattered
Remember our place
Deep in the mountain forest
Through the sharp-thorned brush
A meadow creekside
Times like this our shelter built
Roof for our gardens
Fresh flowing water nearbye
Wildflowers in Spring
Bountiful summer veggies
Fireside in Winter
I'll meet you there my true love
If God parts...

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We had talked at length for hours, we had held hands


Sharing the innocent intimate touch that matters so very much


We had gone for a walk in the moonlight along the creekside park


Watching as the lights twinkled on the boats in the bay; it was pleasant...

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...The bear returned to his great feast,
and the trigger squeezed on back.
The gun barked, led striking deep,
the bear roared at the attack.

It raced off into the woods,
dashing for a creekside,
but the bullet had rent it’s heart,
it stumbled, fell, and died.

Conner walked up to the bear,
reloading...

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I wish to view an Oct sunrise in my hometown.
Riding a train to class and eating bread brown.
I miss wearing boots in my charming homeland.
Jackets and hats close to the September end.

Home ought to be recalled with love and pride.
Akin street tag and rendezvous by...

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Softly she enters the path into wood
Dressed in summer's white linen, black hat unband
Toddlers follow, these of her motherhood

In bloom today trees ..dogwoods, cottonwood
She carries her butterfly net in hand
Softly she enters the path into wood

Tiny little girls become sisterhood
Drawn to nature are they, bugs,...

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...They were quite faint, most would not have seen them,
just a pattern in how the grass did bend,
from their looks the cowboys seemed unaware,
Connolly decided to move with care.

He knew not what types of cowboys were here,
sometimes ranchers hired those who brought fear,
and if they...

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11/14/20


Girl, look me in my eyes
I'm not like all these other guys
I know, it's a surprise

I'm actually wise
And not what you thought was advertised
Don't worry about it, it's fine
Because I get overlooked every single time

The underdog by design
Due to assumptions of nearly every kind
Judging a...

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They bought a property that was located on a seafront.
It was a beautiful creek that needed a long driveway to gain access to the place where they were going to build.Dong Tao Pollo. the guy siad speaking clearly out of what had been the conversation....

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I gathered broomsage this morning down where the bunnies hide
This patch of chosen broomsage had grown to terrific heights

For it was well watered, down close to the creekside
Bubbling from the ground was a spring as a tide

It was easy to gather for I had my...

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You see that there? That’s Sinter’s Cross,
on the bluff by the stream,
a cross has stood there with his name
since eighteen eighty-three.
That was the year John Sinter fell,
but I’ll not skip ahead,
I’ll do it right and tell the tale
of how the man got dead.

Sinter was a...

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