Best Wooden Poems

wooden sea- rafts float
  
     as the hardest beads

        the mildest prayers

offer layered dahlias

   for Holy Queen's regatta




~ Dedicated to Our Lady of Fatima's 90th Anniversary
 POTD/POTW
~ For Richard Lamoreaux's Poem...

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In the far away island on desolate seashore
You build your desire castle of dream sands
You protect the fragile niche
From the breaking waves rolling to reach you  
They can’t churn the sandy abode
Made by insular lonely people.

Your windows are closed to the sunny sky
Shrouded by...

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"There was an old cemetery 
in that fence row.
Thirty some graves I've heard;
no record of it at the court house."

The neighbor pointed past 
the corn rows, 
Round Up sterile,
to posts askew 
like aged teeth;
broken wire pulled down by sod,
prickly with random barbs 
and wild roses.

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From the mountain's peak; the wooden flutes sound
the lamas leap and the water falls-- clear,
mindful, the wind's play on the Quechua's ground. 

The majesty of the Andes astounds
for from behind the clouds, the peaks reappear.  
From the mountain's peak; the wooden flutes sound.

Like great...

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(An invented ghost tale)

A tale was told how centuries ago
at one old wooden bridge, there had occurred
a tragedy, for led there by some foe,
three children, by his scythe, were massacred.

It plagued my mind what drove him to this act;
how evil could prevail and not atone!
So...

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Sat on top of High Lonesome Hill
It would scream, cry, lacked grease and oil
The lonely sound as the mountain wind would blow
Pumped ice cold water, thirsty cows would drink their fill
In the summer time, the Sun would boil
Still pumping even in the snow

Built out of...

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   "The Wooden Cradle"

a white wooden empty cradle, I wait in the nursery room
for the smell of baby fragrance to illuminate sleeping bloom
years have escalated, still sounds of silence hurt my ears
for all I hear are tender sobs from a Mother's broken tears.

I...

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The old wooden bench with the high back
Carefully covered with a soft cushion
Drew her to come, sit, enjoy this morn's slack
And view the fog as it covered Orion

The bench held her in its arms many days
Her books and glasses felt comfortable lying there
On afternoons a...

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Moses began with blood on wood, the lamb to slaughter went,
Not until the birth of Christ, the significant intent.
Upon the cross with hands held high, the nails biting through his wrists,
Yet never once upon the cross my Saviour did resist.
Unto the maiden at the foot,...

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Quiet and still now.
The swing occasionally catches the air.
The tire never moves. 
There’s no one there to care.
The jungle gym beside it is played with by squirrels.
The sand box below holds creatures quiet and shy.
Tiny plastic men are lost in the sand deep below.
A metal...

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Contemplating atop the “Great Wall,” was Neruda comparing similarities of this and “Machu 
Picchu?”  Was there more commonality beyond stonemasons craft? High stone walls ancient 
cities, “great walls,” lesser ones (Berlin) are designated barriers between peoples/ideologies 
for protection. Long standing cultural isolation results. 

Constructing...

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Wooden window creaks -
Tree branch swing hanging lowly 
Peeking sun thaws snow...

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Wooden toy or boy
Pinocchio tells no lies
A real boy who cries...

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I want to tell you a story that will not end with the glory,
Of a good friendship gone gory, come on drink the drink from my flask. 
You have backstabbed me through my worst, so come on now, do quench your thirst,
And to be buzzed,...

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Comes a time of unbreaking
what's broken
maybe broken to the point
a thing can't be fixed
ever
forever
severed.   

To be sure prayers can find a home
but not when a divine plan's mark
is missed
yet must insist
with clenched fist 
I resist.

A simple woodcarver, be
like Mister Geppetto
fend off a life...

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