Best Timber Poems
Mary Jo's from the country, a real backwoods lass
Chops wood like a lumberjack they're not in her class
When Tot yells timber
You'd better be limber
Better run, don't stand there like a silly old ass
© Jack Ellison 2015
The Cross is our crutch: we are lamed and maimed,
Crippling sin in our soul,
Defiled and scourged, our faith defamed,
Golgotha our gloried goal.
The Cross is a bludgeon for smiting down
Death in his sable gown.
It’s Roman-hewn and Jesus-borne,
Encircled with blood-flecked thorn.
The topic for today, “will we have a mild winter?”
Will we race through winter with the speed of a sprinter
Will spring come early
For me and my girlie
Or need to go into the woods and chop down more timber
© Jack Ellison 2015
I am a tree
in a forest of many
petrified
people use me
for shade, warmth
to remember the moment
as they carve their names
upon my soul
Kindling they say
for I've no family
the forest is dense
and yet I stand lonely
I am ready
my final act
to perserve mankind
where art thou Paul Bunyon
Timber Wolves
Charging Through The Snow
In Search Of Prey
Eyes gazed upon the truth
That coin so well disguised
A tongue of dissent whipped
The Poet’s word un-prized
A sacred heart of timber;
With embers in ashes set apart;
So consumed in words torn apart
And burning into red embers.
Though big boys shed no tears
So in mine own eyes look never,
With words of fervor I'll never tire.
My wooden heart consumed over
So give me quill pen to draw pictures
Of this passionate desire that
Sets ablaze the oak of my heart.
Wooden ashtray holds a glimmer
Leaving my heart on fire.
Turned into so hot red embers
Is a sacred marple heart ablaze
Hot cruise under waters so vast.
Oak burning hot in the inward
Where fire cracks in silent whispers
Turning hardwood into charcoal so black
That will ever and over start a new fire.
So doused is the heart of timber
In petrol and set on fire!!!
if a tree fell - in
the forest - I wonder if
you could hear the sound ?
Tribute To
Our Timberland
The Cross is our crutch: we are lamed and maimed,
Crippling sin in our soul,
Defiled and scourged, our faith defamed,
Golgotha our gloried goal.
The Cross is a bludgeon for smiting down
Death in his sable gown.
It’s Roman-hewn and Jesus-borne,
Encircled with blood-flecked thorn.
Midday late July
Black walnuts touch the sky
Timber Creek in dry
By Robb A. Kopp
windy winter night
trees swaying to stake their ground ~
timber aftermath
Myriads of golden flickering leaves dance,
Glinting reminders of coming circumstance.
Stately spruces preside as they have done before
with certain reserve, they know what’s in-store.
A hearty clear stream, shares stories from on high
with any who will listen, as it babbles by.
Stands of birch trees closely huddled together,
Warmly blanket their feet, determined to weather.
Mossy damp scents with forest aromas convey
An urgent message to all that snow is on its way.
Succulent cranberries and wild blueberries abound,
Last minute snacks for hungry bears around.
Still there are a great many bare larders to fill,
Burrows to protect; from the coming hard chill.
Indeed, there is much work so much to prepare,
As night prompts morning with moist brisk air.
And at full moonrise, in a deep cobalt sky,
Wolves will once again recite lonely cries.
dark with oaks
time fell back -
six o’clock midnight
11/10/2022
Autumn day's goldenrays seap through heaven's gentle blues
Shading, tangled leaves fire colors,autumn's unfallen few
It's flowered clearings...calming and pleasant...devine solacessence
Timeless...moments exploring its sacred charm
pretty gravitation...to paradise unharmed
White shadow cloves grow where sunlight's veiled and nocturnalight's paled
Glowing starbright's velvetine leaves and pedals bloom untamed
thirsting autumn rain
Their thorned roots baring gifts...fragrant oils and compost soil
Blue flowered grass and tangleweed clash
Through summer, autumn and winter past
Summer harvest splendor
Contrasts harsh winters
Snow white timber casting felt cloves...aged old
Sunburnt...autumnal colors shown...ocher, tangerine and gold
Bleed through summer's shading taragon cloves
Bare timber stretching skyward yearn summer's goldencrystal rays
As autumn's fallen decays
Autumn is summer's present and decorative essence
Night's cosmic silence instills meditative solace
Night keepers lit candled lanterned votives
As cloaking black air grew colder & starless eve progressed,silence its essence
Morning frost forcasts winter's presence
Autumn day’s pale grays hide as daylight crystallized
Crimson flowered plains and timber leaves bled crystal-rouge morning rain
Saturates plush carpeting where leaves collage
Beneath this camouflage
Sparse olive grass , black mud , clay tender and slick
Conceals impressions of travelers’ past presence
Clever color coordination , the eyes’ pleasure and autumn’s sacred essence
Plush red shades
Graced canvas mirrors , contrast heaven’s gentle grays
Stirring air untethers , bright floating pedals, light as cardinal feathers
falling ground ward settle
Leaves, red as rose pedals
Cast into floral meadows
Dusk’s gradient rays... citrus-crystal , rust-amber fade
Scarlet-tangerine , pepper-red , green ,ocher-rouge , and vermilion-nectarine
Covers winding trails which narrowed and vanished where sunlight paled
Timber silhouettes , lost definition in eve’s dark veil
Autumn timber’s radiant splendor, observant eyes remember
Preserved on treasured canvas paintings and mirroring photographs
Sacred mementos , windows into autumn’s past.