Best Sawn Poems

Just days ago golden grasses waved in the stronger breeze of late summer, a preview of the autumn winds to come. The clover and alfalfa...

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He gave her a Rose what else could he do
her bands so tied a one way avenue
though not Red nor White or hard to find...

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Dear swollen-trunk maple, deemed 
diseased by the saw-happy tree guy, 
you who have stood silently, supposedly 
slipping your ailment through your roots 
to the neighboring...

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.    It mars the sage, erect and proud
     Beneath a hood of purple clouds...    ...

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He whittled away
A very large branch
That in 6,000 days
Was part of his ranch

Yet not just the branch
Or a tree or two
He whittled a forest
Full, through...

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??Wisdom of Solomon 13:11 KJVAAE??
[11]  Now a carpenter that felleth timber, after he hath sawn down a tree meet for the purpose, and taken...

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~ Believe And Trust ~
( Sonnette )


Believe each day
On God always trust
The Lord is great, just
Gives love, hope each day 

In sunshine or rain
Worship Lord...

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There is a place where deserts bloom and loving is the law
Where miracles are commonplace and sorrows come to fall

When desires flower amidst the fields...

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Miles that I have gone,
The things that I have known,
Some things that their beauty can be seen even in the 
dawn,
Mostly on earth plants that...

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The old man and his grandson viewed 
A barren bladeless ground. 
When to his left the young lad's eye 
Saw bleached bones scattered 'round. 
'Twas...

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A bit of a strange person who lived quietly even secretly
none of his neighbours really knew him except to nod in passing
he would scurry by...

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Second Quiz with even broader hints for blind poets

The Princess Anna stood
   arms half-akimbo
   at the scrawny edge of the receding...

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The road to my backyard is long and straight
Evergreen trees abound and provide welcome shade
Home to myriad birds, butterflies and the bees
Last summer their branches...

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 45

Sound the gongs Blow the trumpets Let pigeons soar
The most well-kept secret’s about to be sawn
At last Great...

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"Midnight to 3.33, Morning Kills"



He said, 
“Go to where the poets go
Love rolls wet and sways
Intensity wraps itself inside out
and somersaults its legs backward
to open...

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