Lodge Poems - Poems about Lodge

(A sad lone voice whispers) My old love Loved shaking her crow blacked hair As old daydreams tumbled around her Like autumn leaves in the air On any given day or night Dreams of divinity Of God and light Like the first thing you see when you close your eyes at night Temporal spaces filled with familiar faces Crooning like...

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YEW TREE LODGE - Story poem When I was young we had a local witch, or so they said. Meg Reid at Yew Tree Lodge. That’s the legend we were fed The lodge was dark and forbidding, away from the street light’s glare. Surrounded by gnarled old yew trees, weirdly shaped and bare. They’d been there for two hundred...

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The month May had brought the hottest summer early Decided to go to our village cottage. ...

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That’s’ what they do in Theo’s lodge: All sorts of wrong papers forge; There every nosing cop dodge, Who’d rogues from hideouts disgorge… In Theo’s lodge would hoodlums surge, Sweet crime at all times their urge; There, new forms of it emerge; When ‘This Sin and 'That' they merge… So, from Theo’s lodge start Crime Purge: From the Brown Brick ‘Hoodlums’ scourge A crushing...

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old men use fancy titles lodge night...

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Sparkling, scorching sandy sea stones Slaving steaming sweaty, silky skin....

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Something was igniting between us. At first I fought off the flames because I know what it feels like when the air gets too much and I wasn’t ready to be choked again. So I held my breath for as long as I could, but even I couldn’t deny that this fire was becoming indistinguishable So I took...

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neglected once lamented now graffiti scrawled: faded respectability of yesteryear and outdated taste: now. litter-strewn, dusty cold & musty sepia...

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Giraffes at Animal Kingdom Lodge A great, long neck had a tall giraffe; And when I did see made me laugh; Bent to drink, Each neck link, Always causing me to crack in half. Jim Horn Just got back home after 7 nights at Animal Kingdom Lodge at Disneyworld....

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I sat there in the Buffalo Seat   To hear from Spirits from which I seek   Knowledge, wisdom & forgiveness of sins   When I bared my soul to let them in      Rocks, Water. In the dark sweating it out   Before my insides scream and shout   The first door opened blinding my eyes   But when they spoke I was not surprised      More Rocks, Water. In...

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(A little poem written at a research station) Adventurous cottagers challenge blue waters They feel as homely as the gulls screaming ‘mine!’ With white sails they traverse the great blue horizon Expanses of Canadian beauty – a shrine. The waves they come crashing on limestone beaches, With crustacean fossils from eons ago, While people keep trodding and paying no mind, They step over...

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At dusk the Native and I Went into the woods to gather Sticks for starting the fire For baptizing the sacred stones. One limb I found inhabited With crawling insects; The Native said, "Put that one back. Somebody lives there." I realized I was a guest Of the Natives and the woods....

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The lodge its had its moments A real mix of good and bad I can't pretend that leaving there Didn't really make me sad Departments everyday is tough But you try give it your all Then football on a Wednesday That's if we have a ball The house is full of personalities Respect it is a must But...

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Still night broken by call of soul owl watching over the lodge of my father's brother. The next world awaits my uncle. His walking clothes prepared. His feather oiled to a brave sheen. Knife freshly sharpened in beaded sheath. He calls to owl. I'm ready. The women begin the journey chant. My father dances with joy tears. 3/30/14...

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In somewhere in Sure you have candy fabric lodge Factory for the love Within lips you supply syrup, love taste With flavor of red And sweet strawberry That chocolate scent Is that calls of the heart That Breast of apricot sunny Ripe and finest fruits of the summer In fair duel with affection Look to attention Hazel eyes honey jar And they know how to jog my heart And...

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