Best Staffs Poems

Fare waits upon the table— hard and fluid kind:
three glasses filled with golden liquid, shards of ice;
another two- the amber-colored flow, defined
and clear, no ice,...

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The libertine flails his torches
Burning staffs in his hands aglow
Golden sparks from the kindle beseech you
To dance on flames that he throws
For he is a...

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As they loomed through the sacred grove,
With staffs of Oak and Mistletoe,
Casting Oghams to the wind,
These men are wise with strength within.

They know the secrets...

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(This poem is political satire; 
don't read if you think you may 
be offended. No truth in any of it, 
considered by many to be...

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"I Would Be....WOOD"


   "Knock On Me!" or more correct "Knock On WOOD!" You've probably said that and rapped your knuckles against me while...

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A staff is more than handhold, its worn
to the grasp, trust in what fell down from above.

The llama's sure foothold fits like our staffs
in the...

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“A Man with a Big Heart “                  ...

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I see people moving, but going nowhere
I see people moving with their hands thrown in the air
I see people moving but they have nothing to...

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Three Forty Five Connection


Wednesday afternoon? I don’t remember
Technology---helper drives me crazy
Not a magic mirror you brought me
Yesterday afternoon? I don’t remember 
Seeing each other, both...

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Sam woke up all excited, his first circle would take place tonight,
He saw Crimson Fire sat deep into mediation, still as a rock
and noticed the...

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I hear the music calling me
From the smooth and shiny rows of keys
The ebony and ivory
And all the melodies between
‘Come!’ it says, ‘And play a...

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What's In A Name
    (Heritage, Proudly Honored)


From ancient lineage comes my last name
Brave warriors that drank strong ale, spilled blood.
Some were letters...

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Note:  All lines in this heap are from failed sonnets that I tried to stack without having any two consecutive lines come from the...

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Soundscape Strata

Did Bach know to what end
his harvest of melodies-in-parallel would become?

Scholars agonize

Was creation of counterpoint
musical destiny
a hybrid fruit of beauty
knowing no boundary
bewildering those of...

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There once was a sage man named Rasputin,
With filthy beards, and wore cross made of tin.
While preaching his holy crafts,
He met the queen and her...

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