Best Lodge In Poems

When hard times come they sit a spell,
Like kin folk come to stay
A-packin' troubles, pets an' kids
That always get ‘n your way.
It's drought an' flood,...

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the moon swoons in enfolding arms of sky -
a glassed-out world I cannot touch,

seen through pain and this pane
my four sycamores, sick to the core...

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Their mere weapon was their forbidden courage, hands barren with  no armaments, no ammunitions, marching towards the proud valley of death, dedication born from...

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Ghosts of the Sun Dance

1. The Path

A quest dating back through our history
Surpassing the flesh, a spiritual path
Human endurance, road to mystery
Dark trail winding through...

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His  poems live deep down in the wood
down in an olde hunting lodge
They are brown as the bears head that 
hangs on the wall
brown...

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It's summer, and sunlight's syrup pours sweet into afternoon.
We've come to the bungalow's cemetery
to pick over bones of bygone days;
touch time's tender skin, lay flowers...

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Now is all there is: warm petals of promises
Evergreen; my hopes unfolding flower-fresh,
Waking as from sleep-shawled earth.

Bringing you the crystal-crush tears of
Endings, transmuting dawn-wept moments...

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Inside Old House by cujo-chan


As this old house crumbles slowly to dust,
I humbly polish the prominent rust, 
and more aware of my mortality,
I search for...

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We have taken all anxiety
into our dreams
cruel, unfathomable acts 
lodge into our fascia, as pain

Part of a raging beast, 
oozing out of control
helpless cells, imbued...

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Parable of the Seed

“10 He said, “The knowledge of the secrets of the kingdom of God has been given to you, but to others I...

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Rite Of Passage
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My Walk to Remember

My father takes my hand,
   tucks it in...

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Wise Grandfather Shaman, 
I am pure of Heart,
I bathe beneath the Moon, 
and dry beneath the Sun,
I listen to the Wind,
I run with the Deer,
I...

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In the quietude of morning, I write
rise early, pen in hand - a rite
though words sometimes stick and lodge there
in a brain cell - so...

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My feet are cold; my tiredness lingers;
My back aches from stooping so low.
Dampened by the frigid water below,
I breathed warmth into my numbing fingers.
Again, I...

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It’s raining. . . . again.

As I set at the key board not saying a word.
I feel like a muted, silly old . . ....

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