Best Thicket Poems

It’s an old dog day
when the dragonflies play
and the pines smell sweet
in the Big Thicket heat.

A shallow creek a-runnin’
and the lazy turtles sunnin.’
Soft sand under feet
in the Big Thicket heat.

Cicadas sing and fly
in a raucous lullaby.
A siesta can’t compete
in the Big Thicket heat.

Then night gently...

Continue reading...

I crawl through the thicket

O’er windswept conclusions a’ mist in the air
In fragrance that comes to my heart so aware
Of sundrenched magnolia beneath empty shade
To steal every ounce of your caring displayed
I touch to the heavens a wing and a prayer
Belief in the joy that...

Continue reading...

My trembling feet may venture
Where others dare not go
These fingers touch the blood red thorns
And remind my heart to beat slow

But still the sparrow sings to me
Quietly from the dogwood tree
Echoing across the falling leaves
"Come to me, come to me."...

Continue reading...

I walk into such thicket for such answers
	Life purpose
		For hope of learning nature’s charms
	To find life purpose
		For those days I lay dying
			I hope to not discover—not living
I not want this life to live
	Not to give up.
		Unless it neededly be so
I wanted to remove from life:
	That...

Continue reading...

Blossoming flowers that grow in the thicket of time 
Valentine cards carefully written growing ageless with time   
In loving care with the moon,  
a glowing cupid darts about with spriteful aim   
shooting gold tip arrows full of magic  ...

Continue reading...

As I idled on the grass
I heard a little cricket,
But I could not see him though,
He was somewhere in a thicket.

I found his chirping charming
An engaging chap was he,
But just where he was chirping from,
Was quite a mystery.

Yet I did not search I listened
That was...

Continue reading...

I remember the dance of the Indians 
As we lay behind our thicket fence 
And the rain fell just as they wished

I took your hand, you squeezed and we were there 
Moving bodies flowed like they were meant 
To be together until the bitter end...

Continue reading...

As the burning bush astral signals
impale me all at once
I climb Jacob's ladder before I plummet
running from the siren song
That billows beyond waterfalls and the journeyman's sighs

Its unbearable lying among cranberry leaves
the ivory cuts me to sheaths
Beyond embryonic sheets I cry for a spiritual sleeve
To...

Continue reading...

In the thicket forgotten of deeply anchored thoughts,
Where ideas nest, across time and tailored spaces,
There I stand, guardian of the undimmed realm, the archivist of the flame
That knows not extinguishing in the beating winds of history,
Guarding the pure light that does not fracture from darkness.
Shadow...

Continue reading...

Mama always said “the worlds gonna hurt you”, 
Well mama, 
I don’t want you to know what I’ve been up to. 
Karma, 
Shades of red, 
Words hurdle to my mental. 
Go harder, 
The drugs gossip, 
We never really heard you. 
Never got my guards up,...

Continue reading...

In the thicket of spinning days, where fate weaves deep,
I seek freedom on paths of stars, my wave of hope.
Science tells me to believe in the dance of matter, in the sophism of time's flow,
That I am but a leaf in the wind, a bead...

Continue reading...

From the thistle and vine
From the thicket of thorn
Into the light of the morning    
Out from the briar patch, gone

In a flicker of light
Into the glimmer of dawn
Slipping out at the daybreak
With the rise of the sun

In the ticking of time
From the...

Continue reading...