Best Forager Poems

...a flower I am not
a contest I do not enter
I am a free spirit to share the world
of knowledge and a life for a moment
the wrench of eyes dropping tears
a nose to smell the wonder of bloom
as th......

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...I am jumping on a trampoline doing a waltz of wrapping nothing
and an explanation will come handy to explain the I do not care
the christmas tree of like better the thanks giving not involving

b......

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...Idolized by pharaohs, monarchs and kings;
Bird of the wetlands, marshes and swamps.
Interesting forager with long bill and stilted long legs;
Sacred icon of the dynasties of yore.......

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...The things we bury within our mind
like a ravenous forager returning a find
all the cracks between our multiple side
along with the secrets we try to hide
drowning in illusory shames false tide

resp......

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...Imagine me the creature in broad daylight 
with green metallic crest
as I flaunt a copper plumage wild and free
whilst feathering my nest
native of the Himalayan range I scale
the sun drenched m......

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...Death is Not the Living’s Fear


Is there life before the dying
Or preparation for the end?
Solitary gauntlet dash
Predetermined dust and ash?
Leveraged buyout of a soul
Darkened light of fin......

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...I am the hawk, the falcon, the eagle
circling the skies, swooping with the winds
that roar through gold and carmine canyons.
I soar to hunt, to pursue, to feed.
Gliding on ageless current......

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...The moveable feast
Free food for the  forager
Weeds for the foolish

Nettles that sting you
are nettles that can  feed you
Praise the forest fare

Flowers to fauna
mother nature’s larders fu......

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...UTOPIA
Land of endless time
Dreams of infinite range
Sweet, succulent, fine
A city without age

UTOPIA
Shinning in expansive glory
A lighthouse for weary souls,
Rid of war’s flashing gory,
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...Bloody leftist a wrist tuck crat!

Fingers of left hand cried freedom,
detached themselves and declared
mutiny gesticulating thumb thing
awful, than furiously haughtily
prancing, skittering, zi......

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...A final song to sing
Life is getting hard
Not a thing you can do 
Day dreaming
Thinking of what tomorrow may bring you
One more song to sing

Voice of an asylum forager
Choice to become a cul......

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    A lonely scarecrow in the meadow
      never stopped a forager

    So when the sun shined down on them
      myriad wildflowers adored her
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...bird feeder pole snapped in two
suet cakes gone-border collies barking
large furry forager departed- sated
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...I want to taste the new ruffled orange mushrooms Lilly Watt said.
they are known as “chicken of the woods” on oak trees not dead.
shaggy ink caps were jealous, as were bioluminescent blues.
faerie......

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...Without food 
Means to change station
As go the dying poor in document 
So must I

The forager 
Origin of contempt
Translation of bureaucrat 

My headaches not for information

This and th......

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