Best North Poems

In riming realms 
of crystal contemplations -
frozen water-vapor meditations
and chilled flutes 
filled with zodiacal-light musings 
of ancient cosmic dust 
dancing in the arms of Sol..

windswept operatic reveries
rise and fall
as her stirring soprano
tickled by the chanting of icicle chimes
gathers momentum
in strengthening sprays
of frosted musical notes adrift...

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Storm
                       Coming
                     Air...

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Native American people had  a set rule of living
The men hunted and protected
The women, cook, child mind and made clothing
To maintain both was an accomplishment.

The man when it's time to forage for food
Got ready their spears, arrows, bows and knives
These were the tools of...

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NORTH STAR
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Fidelity:

The north star of the soul 

That 

Helps the heart navigate 

Over 

The turbulent waters of temptations 

And

Through the perilous reefs of lust  

Towards

The serene shores of happiness, 

But 

Often unobserved remains by the many,

For

It is hidden behind the clouds of ...

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FORGOTTEN NORTH



My Grief is fog
The sea is wild

Head winds are still
And I am lost.

I turn to land.
The rocks too sharp.
I have no map
The road is gone.

Biting Rocks
Bleeding feet.
Burning Ice floes
   follow me
In blinding void
 I am lost.

The compass twirls
And East turns West.

The sky...

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North of sixty, you see the cold. 
Big skies, and short days told. 
Forests shrink, past big river. 
Listen closely, hear them shiver.
Bison wild, roam free here.
Timber wolf run, moon light clear.

North of sixty, black raven flies. 
Wise old bird, wing spread skies.
Mountains roll, to...

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There was a venturous gent
Who travelled the earth’s extent
But at the North Pole
It took quite a toll
Deciphering their accent

It started when he heard elves
Discussing amongst themselves
Saying: ‘le’s make oys
For he girls and boys
And pu all his suff on shelves’

Then said: ‘beer wear warm bandannas
Visiing Monreal...

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The first time we met I knew that you were the one,
one gaze into your eyes and I was done;
I was in love,
oh, your smile was like the bright sun;
your voice like sweet music.

You liked to talk and I do too-  we would debate,
our...

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I was talking to my solitary self again, grumbling how life held no adventure,
And my parrot, Cherry, often echoed me, as moon echoes golden splendors.

She'd ruffle her feathers and preen, as she perched redly upon my shoulder,
As the sun perches redly in the mahogany west,...

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Our friendship has always been my North Star 
The guide to everything out there 
And when we lost touch 
I lost my compass

I sealed the wound with fire 
And trudged on with desire
Trying to recreate what we had 
The effortless close bond, over time becoming...

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Oh to touch your body just one more time
Two parts of your anatomy I have in mind
A bit south of your neck
And north of your knees by heck
These couple of places are absolutely sublime...

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MAGNETIC NORTH

A house misses you.
You don’t live there now.
It’s delighted to see you.
It pulls you to it’s curb.

A house misses you.
You happen by.
That dark window,
knows your outside.

That house misses you!
There are the violets.
Once grown in a window.
They are now, long gone.

You glance at the path.
Your...

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Wolf of the north, I heard you howl
In the stillness of last night.
I heard you prowling around my door
On feet so soft and quiet.
Your frosty breath fell on my lawn
And turned the green to white.
Wolf of the north, I heard you howl
In the stillness of...

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Just as bees squeeze like watermelon seeds
Spit across apricot fields
My wife and I on Friday
Join the lines of highways up north

Pulled by hilltops to the Leelanau blue sky

Where lakes stir in the wind at the citrus rims
Of wine valleys below
And cherry orchards blossom in row...

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an hour before docking
it was ice cold and freezing
as the vessel, like scissors
cut clean through the swell

and the ship’s horn then sounded
and woke those still sleeping
startling the standing
and the seagulls as well

and the door opened outwards
on a windswept and dark deck
as a lighthouse and headland...

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