Best Whittle Poems

The Spit & Whittle Club
As remembered: by Miracle Man
3-21-2020

As a kid it was always town on Saturday,
horses and wagons dotted our main street.
 Tied to...

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This morning I wrote a poem
about a yellow heart 
pining for red fusion,
in a desperate attempt
to shake the fruit
that never 

falls

And tonight I am alone
without...

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You are the wild flower in my palm
With no stem to keep you anchored to this covetous earth
You are the fragile thing I dare not...

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Together we would whittle sticks while chewing juicy gum

We would find a place to rest beside a river green and wide

The skies were blue, and...

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Wings of fear flutter nightly in my heart,
a terror-taunt haunt that whittles my thought;
the brutish fist bruise-blackening heart-art -
my past-smashed man, wars in your head...

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The folded corners and wrinkled pages
of catalogs that were tattered and ripped
From the first of October until late in December
we drooled,
we fawned,
we lusted, 
we swooned...

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As fathers go, I used to say, I thought he was alright
 took the work wherever he could and kept our fire alight.
 Brylcreem hair...

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For those who are following this story, here is the next installment. If this is your first time reading, please read the first one and...

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Cans to kick, Sticks to whittle
Blow that jug, or saw that fiddle
Roll up your jeans,Go grab your pole
Wade right in, to the old fishin' hole
If...

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No,you hold the chicken
you hold the duck
you hold the baby;
I'll drive the truck!

  You bring the corn bread
I'll bring the wine
we'll go to Mamas'
and...

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May reading and reflecting remain ever in style
  The length of our days to whittle and while...

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MIRROR

so profane
looking me over
head to toe

a counselor
no - a judge
i’m ashamed

you shriek
infinitesimal fragments
fall to the floor
quite mad

i’m stuffed into this tiny dress
no one can tell...

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1.
My grapefruit tanned
toothpicks
bow above
the five-day flattened
spot
in an olive shag carpet
tracing grandpa Leo's 
blueprint,
with one encapsulated
toe –
this is the femur, this is
the head,
this is the fist,...

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He whittled away
A very large branch
That in 6,000 days
Was part of his ranch

Yet not just the branch
Or a tree or two
He whittled a forest
Full, through...

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The Whittlers

The stately county courthouse was their usual meeting place,
a columned Greek Revival, and a lovely public space.
They sat upon their benches under lofty pecan...

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