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...

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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....

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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...

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Timber Wolves

Charging Through The Snow

In Search Of Prey...

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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...

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if a tree fell - in
the forest - I wonder if
you could hear the sound ?








Tribute To
Our Timberland...

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Midday late July
Black walnuts touch the sky
Timber Creek in dry

By Robb A. Kopp...

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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....

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windy winter night
trees swaying to stake their ground ~
timber aftermath...

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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...

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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
      ...

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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’...

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dark with oaks
time fell back -
six o’clock midnight

11/10/2022...

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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...

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Eyes gazed upon the truth
That coin so well disguised 
A tongue of dissent whipped
The Poet’s word un-prized...

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