Long Ash tree Poems

The word Wyrd is Old English and means 'destiny'. From the same root comes Urd, one of the Norns, and the Germanic words Werth, Warth, and Wurth, which mean 'become'. The root word means 'to...

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AntiPoem 31 “Rita Montero”

(Poet’s instruction: Kindly play “Ay, Mama Inez” 
by Rita Montero while reading this AntiPoem)

a red trolley finds Ebbets Field behind a pigtown ditch
significant hotdogs and burnt singles melt into the pitch
Jackie Robinson...

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My Secret Garden 

I unlatch the gate to my secret garden
Take a step on the emerald green grass beneath my bare feet
As I breathe in the early morning scents 
I watch the orange rays rise...

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In the middle of Asgard, where the Gods and Goddesses live, is Yggdrasil by name, the tree of life is its fame. The eternal green Ash tree, the branches stretching out over all the nine...

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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 and through

For this man and knife
Both aptly named, Jack
Had spent...

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Me and Ben were fresh-scrubbed farm boys
Come to Wyoming fer the thrill,
We had twenty dollars twixt us,
But knew we’d climb the highest hill.

Then Ben got suckered in card games
And I spent the rest on bar...

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There is happy ado on the old farmstead as Yuletide draws nigh.
Wondrous things to savor as gales blow and snow begins to fly!
The tempest rages for days - they will surely be snowbound,
But a blazing...

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When I look up at the pristine Colorado sky,
And see flocks of Canadian geese on the fly,
And watch squirrels hide their winter's fare in a secret cache,
Then I know that once again a glorious autumn...

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Beneath stars twinkling 
Sophia and Christ flew down 
In the form of birds 
In the form of large vultures 
Vultures filled with grace 
Vultures from the Great Mountains 
The Mountains of Snow 
They both perched...

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I buried my dog today,
Again,
For the third time.

I had named him Zombie, a puppy with green eyes and wild grey fur, staring at me from the dog pound cage.
First time, when he was two years...

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Blackbird sitting in the dead ash tree;
He's the only blackbird I can see.
Stare,
Blackbird, I will stare;
Something about you pertains to me.

The brightest spring I've ever seen:
Blossoms white as milk, or cream.
I never thought the grass,...

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Goldie, my peculiar but beloved cat,
has certain affectations --
she prefers, most times, her own society
and shuns her housemates.
But, sometimes, she cuddles
or will join the others
to laze around -- in the living room,
the dining room, a...

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A Story of the Unsung. 

Man, horse and cart wait at the railway station, picking up wares
 and delivering them to local shops. Every July the man and horse 
go on holiday to the country...

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Feeling good, finally free, guess it includes the spirit
The spirit of freedom encompassing, engulfing
memories follow through with their usual routine
but they only serve as motivation this time
to be the best possible outcome the past wants...

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The Ash has died, bare-branched 
Throughout this summer. 
Odin's gallows, Dreamin' Tree,
Died back like every other.

Though autumn leaves begin their fall
Bare Ash stands like a Christmas tree
Embraced, entwined, adorned 
With greening from another. 

Wisteria's bine...

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the room smelt of the pinks overflowing in the black glass vase
embodied with the human sweat that such sex embroiled
striven all over the room were the delicate but torn white undergarments
she had been lured to...

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When the nighttime dims 
And the leaves glow gold
When the world seems magical to me
We’ll stare through the limbs
Of a century old,
Proud, defiant ash tree

You turn
The light catches your face
Your smile delves into my soul
You...

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eleven thoughts on the eleventh day.

January
white crunch blankets 
bare bones clack
as wolfwinds wander.

sun
absentee landlord
mummified in clouds
sheds white lint.

snow angels
line our street
wearing little  children feet.

now begins
time stilled days
stretching into distant Spring.

sound cuts the air
shattering
ice filled...

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An Ash tree tumbled down last winter,
it is only a wooden effigy now,
branched still,
limbs askew,
leftover as a lingering image
of one hour of violence.

It was a head-storm, it got into
the marrow of things,
wolf-winds tore at its...

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Mark me quick and nothing more
take what you will from this life you tore
I will not let you stay and have your little way
it's too cruel to let you have your nasty little say
you leer...

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This ash tree stands at the center of the universe.
Its roots are drenched in blood 
where hidden souls have fought for the throne
or maybe they are fighting still
though the land has been reclaimed.

This ash tree...

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Tsongsul

A Korean drink called Tsongsul
Translates as “Feces Wine”
Not listed in the guide books
But locals say it’s fine
We asked a local vendor
“Could I make this at home?”
The vendor said “it’s possible
I make my very own
I bake...

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Five trees grow high above
Which time does not blow
The cold wind is empty
The sun’s heat is zilch
Their green gems never fall

One is an ash tree
One is an oak tree
One is a maple tree
Two are great...

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I'm well aware the streets aren't paved with gold
yet I still tread upon all forlorn roads,
not wise enough to see what I am told,
expecting much anew at each crossroads.

I long knew that grass is no...

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Fighting with his ghosts,
intimate dirt,
disseminating pain
he was going home.

Finding a panic room
in pectorals, for numbness of toes,
lifting the door of burden
in dying vision,

his father comes in daylight
of old age, climbing the stairs
of bones, swaying
like an...

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