Best Timbered Poems

A quiet fury gathered on Horizon’s distant side.
Its merciless intensity was destined to collide
with unsuspecting entities entombed beneath the ground
all huddled ‘neath a canopy, immune to earthly sound.

The timbered crown held steady 'till it met the tempest thrust.
Though some were felled by Heaven’s flogging, others...

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Far above a timbered valley --
High up on a mountain peak --
The beauty of the day surrounds me
As I listen to the breezes speak.

Serenity caresses my soul --
Gentle winds tune each leaf they touch --
Until a symphony is heard
By senses not attuned to such.

I question...

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There was a barn once painted red
that stood on grandpa's old homestead.
T'was built so very long ago -
a sorry sight. I told him so.

I often, as a boy, had wondered
why it hadn't ever timbered.
I knew the sagging rafters creaked
and roof, with missing shingles, leaked.

I stepped...

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A priest once told me that the lump
on my hand was a ganglion,
a fortress of fat besieged by health.
At last it burst and the hand swelled
like an old man's,
shovel shaped and splayed.

It was her black pan, butcher's meat,
too many eggs; backed up
on a plate like...

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Down deep beneath fathoms icy keep, where deadmen’s
Scream in utter silences aquatic hell, amongst the devils
Graveyard of wreckage's carnage, there exists a ghostly harbor
Of phantom ships!
Anchored are the souls of the undead, and vessels craft for which
These commended rode upon, tethered by chains forged in...

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In the bay of icy mists, the viking ghost ships arrive, sails set full ahead,
Crashing anchors rattle loose, plunging beneath the cold murky surf,
As the hailing horns of the dead, announce to their lord, Odin, that
Valor's courageous have arrived, and wish to enter, the great...

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…the seeds of neo-Nazism are germinating  
Markus Nierth, former mayor of Tröglitz, Germany 2015

Germany’s rock candy windows and cookie like shingles make seeing the oven inside impossible. At first, the obsessive compulsive cleanliness of Nuremberg’s post-WWII streets is a joy. For a child of...

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I remember it well, the house was half timbered
and layered with brick that married the hill
White paint was peeling on the north-western side
and nothing but work would spark much appeal

We were traveling home after a weekend's adventure
without ever knowing we had entered the future 
A...

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Beneath my bark is a whisper stilled in silence,
Scrolled within my rings of age, is a wish waiting
To be answered.
A timeless spark, infused engrain's of wooden pulp,
Legacies promise sense before my birth’s germination,
My special reason for existence.
Warmed by the sun’s rays, cradled by Mother Nature’s
Loving...

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Where frosty flurries flourish
Sailing silver clouds stop,
Driving drips do nourish
Where would-be rains drop

Above a timbered tundra land
Laden lumber under showy snow,
Pretty piles of icy inches expand
Wild winter winds bellow below

A bathing beauty became the birch
And diamond bubbles graced her lap,
Sparkling clean, crested a new perch
Was...

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FREEZE - FRAME  OF   QUEBEC  CITY

Time-capsule towers over  St.  Lawrence:
Heights of Abraham look imperiously down
On the Ile d’Orleans spread over the river,

Chateau Frontenac’s fairytale frivolous turrets, 
Le  Parlement’s  serious severity, 
Antique town with narrow cobbled streets,
Overhanging shoulders...

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You question why I wish to live
In isolation among the wilds,
Forsaking all society gives
And its lure of ventures beguiled?
To answer this I can't decree
In words what lacks simplicity
Instead, why not come with me 
To taste my eccentricities.

Come with me to stand
Atop a snowy mountain's peak
To...

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You rock me wildly
 To the black rhythms of juju music from the radio;
 Drinking horn in hand.
 Not too drunk to tread
 The course of blue, warmth
 And moaning shadows behind batiste curtain.
 Waves crashing beneath your waist beads
 Ripples tickling the reeds of...

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Nestled in a valley in a clearing of large oak,
while sunlight touched but treetops where the baby robins woke,
stood an old abandoned cabin that had seen some better days,
had once seen better fam'lies and had once seen better ways.
A little stream meandered by with water...

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A Leafy Land

      To the North and East, green sloped Downs above
      The Weald* of Kent. Beneath, the Pilgrim’s Way
      Where Monk, traveller and Penitent walked
    ...

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