Best Walking Stick Poems

A old tree branch that had fallen to the ground
                 Polished it up, mended all the cracks, looking good as new
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"Louis!",she calls out.
Yes,ironically I am the namesake.
A signboard-Please don't hurt me.I'm blind.

"Are you lost in thought again?
You and your stupid world!"
My stupid world.
I see her bite her tongue in my mind.
A smile on my lips.

"I am so happy today!
Won't you ask why?"
"Need I?"
Laughter.Sameness.Bliss.
Such conversations are...

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A rich and monied man,
He is the village headman,
Poor his kindness to his fellow village men,
If one dies from his village he takes no pain,
He sends his walking stick in the hands of his servant,
But fails to walk letting his stick to do the work,...

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Slender branching twig
Swaying on summer morning--
Stick insect waiting.


Written 9/4/2017 for Chris D. Aechtner's Premiere haiku contest II...

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There are no months as beautiful as early summer months wild flowers make the headlines,
Leaning heavy on my old worn hazel wood stick walking to a wooded meadow out of breath,
Clusters of Primrose and large patches of Blue Bells chat with clumps of Spring Violets,
As...

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Walking Stick

Drifting thoughts roll 
Through my mind
Full of rhythmic tones
Pulsing in eternal rhyme 

Arriving in scattered words
A trove of jewels glimmering
Floating before me as rare birds 
 Basking, I begin shimmering

Picking out each golden word
Carefully placing them on paper
Choice nibbles of songs unheard 
Safe from...

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Loyal companion carved from a sturdy oak.
This eternal gratitude will never be revoked.
You've been there for me more then
some human folk.
I think I may be in love with you and that is no joke.
Please stay by my side until the day I croak,
if perchance we...

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My Walking Stick size 6 foot.
My trusty old walking stick. 
It helps me walk with my sore hip. 
I like to call it my magic staff. 
If trouble comes I will use my staff to kick some ass.
My staff does many things. 
It helps me...

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My body has explained to me
That for walking it would better be
To use the aid of a cane or walking stick
So my wooden elephant cane does the trick

Its open handle sets upon
The mighty back of an elephant strong
His trunk lifted up with talent
Helps me stride...

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Take away my blind walking stick, been stuck with it way too long, Pedals of love, unwraps  in my heart, I see light approaching swiftly inside my heart piercing through my eyes, thought miracles ended in the Bible, draw closer the world,  miracle...

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