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Transcending Challenges

Seeing you makes me wonder,
How your life's been doing over.
I hope you're getting better,
In everything, you'll be greater

You're happy that's good,
You seemed to be in a great mood.
It's like the warmth of the firewood,
On that part I understood.

In the future don't be scared,
Always be ready and be prepared.
So that in problems you won't be ensnared,
From

Categories: firewood, analogy,
Form: Dramatic Monologue

Firewood

Let's start ourselves a fire
And I don't mean the kind
That's started up with kindling
I've something else in mind

We'll build it up real slowly
Until we're toasty warm
Who cares what's going on outside 
I want a big snowstorm!!

Each of us a matchstick
We'll strike at the same time
Combine our flames together 
And watch the celsius climb

Our hearths aglow

Categories: firewood, i love you, imagery,
Form: Rhyme

Firewood

I set a fire in your eyes
To keep both of us warm,
You were so cold.
I do not apologize for using
The way I feel about you
For firewood.
I’ll never forget the way you
Made me feel or the way
You quickly ran towards
The burning wood.
To wander the wilderness
In search of that light
That shines from a distance.
Civilization suddenly
Doesn’t seem so

Categories: firewood, feelings, fire, for her,
Form: Free verse

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Northern Signs of Climate Change

Shadows stretching eastward
Setting sun in daylight lost
Fall creeps in on chilly fingers
Grasses matted by morning frost.

Trees comply ablaze with color
Flashing signals in Autumn’s roust
To feathered, clothed, or furry creatures
Storing food or flying south.

Grey fog gauzing upward
Where Canadas vector in the sky
Above dark waters cooled over night
Honkie-talkie as they fly.

Pumpkins glowing orange 
Bundled corn stalks stripped

Categories: firewood, autumn, bird, clothes, education,
Form: Rhyme

I Have Started Using Firewood

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Poet to freely leave Cybercafé,
And at home drink Calming Nescafe…

So, I’ve started using firewood,
Where piles of Good Ones stand have I stood:
On this day the Twenty-First-August 
No shame asking Ant to be My Guest…

But-Gosh!-Cruel Smoke for

Categories: firewood, allusion, anxiety, money, poverty,
Form: Rhyme

Firewood

Overgrowths of arm-post life
Lift upward as my steam-breath
Vanishes thinly into the sky

Cool sweat drips deliberately
As the stacks grow larger
And the sawdust smells and sticks

The wagon-load will wallow obediently
As the frost bites cleanly
Through the still winter dusk

Ash white smoke curls softly
From the cut-stone chimney
Where a portrait of simplicity
Sleeps eternally in my mind

Categories: firewood, appreciation, childhood, growing up,
Form: Free verse

Sustainment

One
Island
In the sun
Unusual
It has no sandy beach or umbrella
Yet it harbors sweet life for I can see
Lush verdant growth
A hillock
Innate
Bield

Categories: firewood, environment, food, green, life,
Form: Tetractys

Firewood

I believe it well

There is fire like hill

Tons and tons of firewood to fill

Why politicians not understand about hell?

Categories: firewood, character, corruption, environment, future,
Form: Blank verse

Chopping

chopping
fall firewood
planning the greenhouse



posted on May 30, 2018

Categories: firewood, autumn, future, life, nature,
Form: Haiku

Firewood

Fire wood

Burning firewood in the hearth,
Bringing  heat and light  to earth,
Seasoned logs piled in the store,
Help to keep you warm in winter.

Categories: firewood, weather,
Form: Verse

Sawing Firewood For My Dad, Again

Sawing Firewood For My Dad, Again

"Saw them logs boys, saw them logs
 heat for the kitchen, heat for the halls
Winter is going to be so very cold,
 so get it done before we all grow old."

Boys, don't gripe, somebody got to do it
 so hurry up and get right on to it
Winter is coming on

Categories: firewood, childhood, family, farm, feelings,
Form: Rhyme

A Young Stacker of Firewood

My father’s timber array arrived on an 
overloaded Diamond Reo flatbed. 
It dumped oak scraps, leafless dead-woods, 
inspiring last metamorphosis to 
warming fires come winter’s weather. 

Empty, truck leaves then heaves 
into a scrubby alley 
squeezing by barely. 
With its narrow fit made 
it disappearing through a backyard gate 
into a cloud of its own

Categories: firewood, life, work,
Form: Free verse