Best Sawing Poems

Sawing Firewood For My Dad, Again

"Saw them logs boys, saw them logs
 heat for the kitchen, heat for the halls
Winter is going to be so...

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(for Virginia Woolf)

She wanted to buy some flowers but drowned Herself instead,
drifting along the ebbing flow of time, with warm
water cracking Her slim figure and...

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Sawing logs, one after another
Into two feet lengths
Just for the specific purpose
Of standing them up on the ground
Awaiting the iron axe
That will create a comforting
Roaring...

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She told the police, Please help me
My husband is missing you see
First he was there, then he was gone
And I don't know where he could...

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SUMMERTIME
 
Summertimes are spent in the orchard of apples and pears
The old wooden rope swing; all frayed, from over the years

Hazy days in the summer...

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Do not take revenge, my friends,
but leave room for God’s wrath,
for it is written: “It is mine to avenge.
I will repay,” says the Lord. 

Romans...

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He never once mentioned the pressure of his blood
or his Mam
I found dead on the floor

his Dad’s cancer
or his younger brother
not once, during the best...

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At crushing depths 
Titanic rests 
Rusticles- like red ice 
hang from her corpse 
[the excrement of 
fathoms deep bacteria] 
And now technology
[ undreamed of when...

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Dad, I’m sitting here by the fire wishing you were here.
We’ve been cleaning in the yard, and you love this time of year.

The huge red...

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Grandpa was a jolly fellow so talented and so wise.
He could plant a row of corn as straight as the arrow flies!
He was a very...

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I cried for them this afternoon
Knew them since the matinee started
Saw them fall in love
At first sight, the world stopped
Everything was silent at the sight...

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chipping and hacking
sawing and sanding 
this is the life of a creator 
these are his sounds
a cacophony of hustle and bustle 
a primal link to...

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**** life

.          bodies  faking , minus  hearts, forbidding ,
     ...

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Five days a week I get out of bed holler, "Get UP!!"
Get your book bag; brush your teeth!
Saturday I say no alarm, no calls just...

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Luke was building a tree house
He was building it all by himself
A rusty old hammer, several bent nails
And wood that used to be someone’s shelf

We...

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