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On lunch, munch, and punch

...And leaving all else,  they debate on lunch.
To one, lunch time was waste, hence, break-less munch.
The other felt, lunch-less
Would no new glory bless
To UK, nor hoary 
Return to old glory,
Lu...

I am a Virgin

...I am a virgin, I have never been touched by a man since I was created.
I have never known  a man, I have never been logged, my features still remain intact.
I am a rainforest based in the Amazon ba...

Trade Winds

...Last call for alcohol, embargo 
              on the cargo headed for Fargo? 
                      Bootlegging articles of? 
                          "ConfederationNow", 
Boot logger, droned Ov...

Likeness Ssenekil: Part 2

...*Image of Many Meanings by KWC.

Likeness ssenekiL: Part 2

(HOMONYMS: Homophones & Homographs)

The batter's foul ball killed a fowl that later caused a foul o...

My Soul's Wish List

...My soul and body have never been good friends
They are in enmity, constantly at logger heads
When my body aspires to have riches and fame
My soul strives those tempestuous desires to t...

Tree Hugger

...
If you’re going to hug trees
you had best wear a shirt
having really long arms
knuckles dragged in dirt
surely won’t do much harm

If you’re going to hug trees
then you’d best not mi...

Life In a Tent - Out of a Suitcase

...I have tasted new lands as I’ve traveled this Earth,
would leave prejudice (often) with dust shoes pick up.
No, not loam like the Dust Bowl knew (God knows our shame),
the clear-cutting of forests...

Verrukkelijke 1903

...Giving a mystical inlander,
far-reaching to fall on dormant,
grip in the wilds of Mount Arjuna.

Trembling fingers,
gently caressed, 
the pile of soil wet, 
as Roombutter melted.

Casuarina ...

Educating Bigfoot, Part Ii

......The bigfoot poked out again the next day
with the little one not that far behind,
came lunch time Julio put out apples,
before each he would stop and make the sign.

He did this for days, an ...

Educating Bigfoot, Part I

...This story begins with Julio Jones,
a logger who worked trees in the Cascades,
never married or had a family,
he was a loner, that just was his way.

Now he was no hermit, by any means,
he woul...

Accountant

...We love to make lists,
To describe, name, number.
How can it have value,
If not on my list.
As logger I stand
Before the green forest,
The numbered trees
Are ones to cut.
The forest cut down
...

Trump Felt Sorry For

...Trump Felt Sorry For

Don't want him around anymore,
But truly for Trump feel sorry for;
Burg in Getty
Being petty;
Committed sins seven and four score.

Trump is definately does looks like a...

The Quandary

...The Quandary

Standing high on the mountain side 
I take in the first breath of morning
It seems so much more refreshing here
Maybe it is the altitude that we are at 

The aroma of my morning ...

You Are

...You are still the one,
I thought you didn't exist,
I thought it was an illusion

Until I met you....
Wow! Who is that, was my thought,
Puzzled for a while I was.

Exchanging our common differ...

Shade

...           Your past, your romantic past, is a shadow. Like all towns, Port Angeles was a combination of rain and clouds, sun and mist, with a c...

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