Best Forester Poems

"My Life as Poetry"



When the Lotus Eaters at Loon Junction barked
I ignored their confused chicanery
closed the gates behind me

I dropped one tear
in your sedentary ocean
it contained a lifetime

the salt was wasted
on your dead sea
and I used it to flavour

my life as poetry

(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
gvlm
klb, mlb...

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My Environment is my only homely home
That I know. Plants and animals alike love this lovely home.
I love to sit and marvel at the beauties of our beautiful E nvironment,
To see rivers flow freely in the democracy of the environment,
Grass green and as fresh as...

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In Cities in Flight
transformations are chronicled over generations.
It can make us cry
out for the genius occurring
now and in our past. How
the unseen, unknown participant
was made known to himself
through devotion to those outside himself. He
guides his city
into space.

So, the father and the teacher
guide the family and...

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"The female trees tend to make a little more mess in terms of seed production and fruit production, so they would move to male trees, because they aren’t making a mess" said Bill Roesel, a municipal forester in Windsor, Ont. 


awakened by a racket from...

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Come to my side and hold my hand
As we stroll through this maze called life.
I the teacher and you the student can travel side by side.
I see the whole forest 
And you one tree at a time.

Come to my side and hold my hand
As we...

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eap-TREES

The forester protects trees:

in the onslaughts of disease

and the threatening dangers that he sees 

by the sweet of his knees

in the freeze or in the breeze


© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
    January 12, 2010


Inspired by Poetry Soup member contest:  RHYME TIME 	
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He died never having believed,
That sweetheart could betray,
And that sense of the maelstrom of the beast
Could she prevail...

She sated soared,
It sang in his blood inside.
Here only did not know the killer,
What will soon be the light of dawn.

As soon as the beam touched it,
Fell dead......

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At age twenty I had made it to Earls Court.
The rented room was seedily solid
having been for decades
filled with wine and cheap sunlight.

Until then I had not read a thing
apart from: ‘The Ship’ by C.S. Forester
and ‘Arms and the Man’, by G. B. Shaw
both part...

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...The heathen knew not of his approach
until his men exploded out of the hills.
The foe tried to give fight, but siege-lines broke
as Prince Larren pilled up the kills,
they were not a true match for his will.
Chaos descended, the battle now a route,
in the milling madness,...

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This dry winter evening, 
has nothing yet something, 
the clouds all dead, 
the birds all fled, 
the leaves all fell, 
the fruits sent for sell, 
this dry winter evening, 
has nothing yet something! 

Upon the cushion of dead leaves-come sit, 
let your thoughts flow-drown your...

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In 1917 the British and Commonwealth forces attacked
In the Ypres Salient in the corner of Belgium they hacked
Through the Third Battle of Ypres that had been raging away
With the battlefield turning to endless mud that would stay

As the rain fell at Poelkapelle at the Sherwood...

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a cog in the wheel and a log on the fire

of dreams I hallucinate unless the days

are visions of sleepless delusions of truth


its real and surreal when nights close in

I used to be a knight in shining armour

kissing the princess after conquests won


life matured and...

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