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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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

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

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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...

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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...

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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...

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