Best Salt Lick Poems

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 as the dark leaves that fall
silently hiding the salt lick
from fawns who come in
the twilight to call
His poetry growls and...

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A scarlet tanager sits primly on the rail
Of the new fence erected near the meadow,
He eyes me stroll as I take in every detail
The path to the woodland is rather narrow,

Infrequently used, it is rapidly overgrowing
I am brushing against the yellow yarrow,
As hottest of summer...

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                                    Red Mesa Dreamscapes

The sun spreads its red light on...

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When the bronze-skinned, 
silver tongue surfer
came smoothly yacht cruising
at year’s end
All the island ladies,
at the cabana house welcoming party,
mosh pit fell in ... 
Fell in love 
with the cosmopolitan thought
of permanently leaving
Loose their dinghy life from the slow-pace wharf,
and deep dive go fast
romantic adventure sailing
Isle...

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You keep colorfully saying those hateful things to me,
repeatedly all the time
Then you say that you didn’t mean it

You was just funning

Pulling my leg with your teeth
That sabertooth edge
do love biting into my funny bone

Why say those awful racial 
things to me, if you didn’t...

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Taking my first summer stroll in the meadow,
I marveled at the new growth and flowers
The sun was shining full blast, not a single shadow
My mind rummaged through its ivory towers.
Wild carrot and cosmos were in full bloom
Along with larkspur and bright columbine,
Tempting me to pick...

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I hate salt for the sake of my cake
That is sodium-rich by the baker's mistake
And the syrup I poured
That I never ignored
Is more salty still
Then a fish with a sword

I like sugar and spice and everything sweet
For the sake of a snack or the lack...

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We can’t afford no tree this year.
We spent it all on dog, and feed.
We got enough to buy birdseed,
and a salt block for the deer.

We scattered seed out on the snow
like freckles, footprints, and little gifts.
And, ain’t it strange how the spirit lifts
to see the...

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Like Silent Laughter
David J Walker

I can still feel the cold water
Cool my tanned skin usually drenched 
in the sweat of a hoe handle and the
hot summer sun

The above ground steel tank filled from
The creaking efforts of a windmill meant to
Quench the thirst of thirsty cattle...

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Playing off your intent, 
writhing as you plunder 
within the dank dampness,
the wanton wave
spray painting effigies like Pollack
pole axed in delight my pelvis rises…

With hands full of Adonis’s moons
parting the skin of your throat with pearly teeth,
clawing back, ripping wide the broad side
the effigy of...

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Oh, dear hart, you are such a deer, dear.

I know sweets, but it is lonely up here,
at the top.
But never fear
although I have no earthly peer,
no need for you to shed a tear.
I’m sure you could replace me within in a year, or two, or...

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Man becomes a bee
assaulting a rosebud.
Death, do not punish for unlived years
when Budha was sitting inside me.

At center stage a dance begins
wading through salvia and absinthes.
The soil craves for the roots,
lake was not deep enough to sail.

Stem cells resume the debate
tapping the amniotic fluid.
Salt lick...

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He'd glimpse her, the peripheral life of her;
she lived in the corner of his eye.
She passed-by, her face and form - tidal, 
a tug on his shore.

Perhaps she was salt for his blood, spice
for nomadic mitochondria
that carried her silks and perfumes,
salts to his earth
when flesh...

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Like Silent Laughter
David J Walker

I can still feel the cold water
Cool my tanned skin in the hot summer sun

The above-ground steel tank meant to
Quench the thirst of cattle 

The salt lick that became our platform
The young cousins allowed to play 
for an afternoon as children...

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Man becomes a bee
assaulting a rosebud.
Death, do not punish for unlived years
when Budha was sitting inside me.

At center stage a dance begins
wading through salvia and absinthes.
The soil craves for the roots,
lake was not deep enough to sail.

Stem cells resume the debate
tapping the amniotic fluid.
Salt lick...

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