Best Portage Poems

weighing curds and whey
the spider spied, her courage
curdled, ran away


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another alliterative haiku for you...

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No Anchor for Rancor

Wounded the ship of my soul, 
With tattered sails,
Heels up in malevolence,
Venom puffs out the jib
In leeward grudges of tactless spite
On a...

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The Great Falls of the northern Plains is actually a chain of five seperate waterfalls
varying in height and majesty extending over 12 miles,
they also confirm...

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12 hours of excruciating labor pangs have Sacagawea breathing
into the face of Death,
as she violently shakes her head back and forth, teeth clenched,
sweat boiling and...

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THE ISLANDS OF SAN JUAN - TIMESHARE

[FOLKTALE]

IN A PORTION, A SPELL IS CASTE.
THE PEOPLE ARE CALLED NUGLUMMI.
IN A TRANCE STATE, THEY EAT HONEY AND BEES...

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Images of a mind

A mirage.
A portage

between there
and where

one may find
essence of mind.

The subconscious,
the conscious

may not enter.
Doors do hinder.

B. J. “A ” 2
May 5th 2015...

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A hot and summer evening breeze
In jest tickled the napping bees
Incandescent, of floating musk
Shadows like dancing glow at dusk.

Hugging pine trees from branch to branch
Down...

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The Castle On White Otter Lake

That rustic, old log castle
Stands facing the lake.
Built by hand, by one man
To acknowledge his presence,
In a changing world, he...

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Chapter 9: Portaging Older Dams

Eleven Minnesota dams we had to portage
All without clear use for folks today
But as the Mississippi is a ‘navigable’ river.
Owners are...

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Deliberately provisioned light on our departure,
Bemidji, Minnesota, is our first port of call.
Though eighty miles by river's reckoning, 
This first stretch is an annual competition
That...

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twists and turns of serpentine.
perfumes that emanate from time to time,
through a wall of quietus-trees.
perils in the doubting waters,
amidst the anaconda, caiman, and piranha.

perhaps, after...

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An unkempt man approached me one dark evening
'In pursuit', he said, 'of a favour'
'A drink' he explained, but I was unsure of his meaning
When he...

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LICKING WOUNDS


Lulling the bye and bye
In dreams that oozed and wept with the regret
Of unfinished business
In the portage veiled with the drift of confusion
Sustained by...

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Just one short portage and the park is ours,
Canoe laden down for a one week stay.
At the site in just a matter of hours.
It has...

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THE WAILING CRY OF MAMA AFRICA.
           
Who shall I tell this story
Who will heal this...

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