Best Hemlocks Poems

(for: them who are ever there!)

these branches and roots
that cord to the grave ancients
should be free from man’s swords!
both oracle and priest held for days …

I 
Your voice speaks in the silence of the night
To the deep still shady earth
That once held a great zest...

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Moby Dick, geometry, physics.
Study every subject everyday.
Homework is an indicator of future success.
Success is not necessarily happiness but it helps.
Freedom is to formulate your own definition of success.
Happiness is an imaginary tree, its own reward, and a fact.
Facts and fiction may be memorialized in memos...

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~Enchantment~ 
(Free Verse) 

  
Colored glasses spinning light, 
From tulips blooming very bright. 
Bedding glorious beauty past, 
As you smiled at me so glad 

Blessed Grace by the Most High, 
Zephyr flowers opened wide, 
Callas lilies graciously stood, 
As Shakespeare rhymed so well 

Skilled...

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Diving into the depths of dams of disdain,
Scaling the seas, searching for success, 
To prove the truth along with the pain 
We endured and the challenges we have slain. 

When they see us devouring safe hemlocks; 
They portray pale and puzzled perceptions, 
Glancing at the...

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Boulders glisten in snowy mounts
Roving ravens circle over the valley
Employing intuition to snatch prey
Amuck is their fear of starvation
Tall peaks don't offer anything
Hemlocks hide the Alpine swifts
Tucked in branches for survival
Above clouds shiver in mid noon
Khaki sun still has a faded shine 
Indicative is the...

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In spring sunlight won't 
penetrate the dense forest,
while the redwoods grieve...


Their flat, sharp leaves are 
dull, a shimmering luster  
gives them full life again...


The oaks suffocate,
their new branches can't spread out:
their wish suppressed... 
 

Moss-covered hemlocks
thrive, clinging to a vain hope:
no birds' song they...

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Underneath the looming hemlocks,
the incline makes each step a strain,
up sandy earth and broken stone,
but I see sunlight up ahead.

Emerge upon a high ridgeline,
underfoot now is all bedrock,
scraggle pines peak through its big cracks,
throw shadows, the squirrels chitter…

The hot gaze of my favorite star
bounces off...

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Spilled.
.
Spilled an ocean of hurt and anguish
Over my lost formative years
When my lonely betrayed heart 
So full of pain couldn’t take no more pain
And burst into acid burning tears
.
The frightened unloved inner child
That never saw the sun
And never learned to smile
And who crawled on broken...

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The spotless swaps are filled with bright hemlocks
Slaloms brighten the looming metal fence
Footsteps ring in the darkness of airlocks 
The spotless swaps are filled with bright hemlocks
Under a load of plants, gates groan and shock
A moment when nothing pleased your senses
The spotless swaps are filled...

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Your world collapses    A name shies of comeback
breaks the water for bare bones     unaligned   you
hunker down for the happenings   didnot fit

in the shoes of black magic    it was a damned
reversal ...

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Your world collapses    A name shies of comeback
breaks the water for bare bones     unaligned   you
hunker down for the happenings   didnot fit

in the shoes of black magic    it was a damned
reversal ...

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Thoughts honed to a razor’s edge
The dictionary and thesaurus be my whetstones
Set atop my stalwart quadrupedal aide
Pulverized hemlocks be my stationary cohort
A hewn cedar be cylindrical partner in rhyme
A sooty viscous slurry be my workmate
The milky sap of the arborist companion be my reviser
Time; unlimited;...

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The thorny bush of resentment enwraps my heart and soul,
Suppressing the blooms of joy that try to spread their petals;
Like hemlocks, nightshades, castor beans, and oleander knolls,
It poisons my pure environs blemishing fine fettles...!

I'm enraged, often, my inner equilibrium gone,
I am imprisoned in the jail...

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Two faces; two juxtaposed deportments; two qualities;
On one hand, past pains; on the other, future jollities
Janus, the Roman god of progress and dualities
Dwells with keys of the door, gate, and threshold formalities

I have it. Each one has. One is true. The other is false.
Safe like...

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