Long Boreal Poems

Oh look here— behold a dandelion woman
the original wild flower!
I go where I want to go
I grow where I want to grow —
don't matter if   y o u   say no

dandelion wine...

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One leaf falls
holographic illusion
across time the Terminator travels
to shape Sarah Connors' destiny.
Heart attack
a common enough destiny
as common as young men discussing girls' tits.
The Constitution
is the document we refer to, the lodestone
to correct course and not...

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Canada Jays

Four seasons ‘round, Canada jays are found,
Perched in tree branches, safe and sound,
Resting after flying throughout the North,
In the Canadian boreal forests.
Heard and not seen unless it’s their intention
To disturb the silence, making known...

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Alberta, is a province in Canada.  It encompasses mountains, boreal forests,
six hundred lakes, foothills, grassland, parkland, and the Rocky Mountains.
A vast province full of picturesque scenery, fabulous cities, a tourist attraction
with so much...

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Lament

Brooding days,
     Vanquished in the unconnected gloom,
            Shower frost,
Standing watch at dawn to pierce the morning
With an artic tempest,
Swirling ‘cross...

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The Gaspe Peninsula dancing to music only she can hear,
            She starts in the Appalachians of Northern Alabama;
Until she plunges into the sea at...

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Strophe
I
O ancient cedar tree so grand and wise
In BC’s old growth forest ,I found thee
I sat beneath your trunk and asked advice ;
I sensed the presence of  the cedar tree 
II
I  received a...

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SEPTEMBER 19, 2019

We were deep in the forest
on our way to Tupper Lake
It was an early fall morning full of
sunshine and song from a beautiful
Spanish singer whose soulful caress
can cause a tearful recognition that
it’s a...

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I was born in May, my nest was in a hole of an old tree.  Mother had made
the nest warm and cozy with hair, fur, and dead leaves.  I often wondered
where she got...

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"From sea to sea to sea" 

I love my Canada and I am proud to be a Canadian
and share this county with the Aboriginals, French, English
Irish and many other nationalities that create
the intricate tapestry...

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As nights grow long on Lac la Biche, 
the lake it freezes, the snow it falls 
and the wind she always blows. 
Wolves howl through long cold dark,
and prowl neath Aurora's flicker, 
yet fearsome more...

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The heart stops and fight for life ends.
A floating soul no longer fantasies fate. 
A sunset in small steps slipping into infinity 
raucous grief sinking in black funeral cloaks.
Lustre of tears, O loved ones, in...

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I love Canada for her wintry show,
the red-breasted robins in trees;
and fresh fallen white in a wild meadow,
forests caressed by a cold breeze;
serene ice rivers and streams that still flow !

We have aged primeval forests...

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Issue, O Iridescence!
Luminesce on the sly.
Pore over, phosphorescence?
Oh yes, and here is why!

Students of the nebula!
Empire has its cost!
Best to keep it regular?
That or deal of Faust!

Sauced, are ye, wild warriors?
Well, at times it's best.
Lost...

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As I near the stratosphere, I let loose
an untamed, raw rainbow

I pull on the tattered, worn ropes
of my hand-sewn hot-air balloon across
the hidden boreal quarry hill in the north

they rose above the nose
of a furious...

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"In our hands is the future of all wildlife with whom
we share this earth.  They cannot speak so we must."

             ...

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I was born in a cave den with seven other kittens in the Fall,
born blind and helpless but my nose could sense my mom;
all I wanted to do was nestle close and drink her...

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Rose and crimson-hued petals look ethereal
In the pouring chromatic wizardry darkness
Golden silken colors are included in the boreal
Every red drop of a vivid array, cut starkness.

In the pouring chromatic wizardry darkness.
Rejuvenating the gaze of magnificent seawater 
Every...

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WINTER’S    XANADU

Boreal  Venice with canals of ice
Built on  frozen rock and sand
Of the Pleasure Dome, we have  a slice.  
Spires of gilt and  bridges  a ...

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Lines in lightning carved in stone?
Geoglyph, take form.
Mile behind the melee zone?
Keep the soldiers warm.

Bright beside the boreal pole?
Buildings in glass, shine.
Heaven and Hell, thy control!
Doom and Death, we dine!

Trickle, time? Riddle or rhyme?
Boxes, sheath...

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Spring's luster is dewed anew each morning
While Summer moods doom fear of Winter's cost.
'Til Fall, the redness sender gives us warning
That soon Winter's spider redips its web of frost. 

Spring's flower is a sire wolf...

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this chilled ground
cannot carry 
the weight 
of these tears
falling 
from the edges
of downcast eyes
they simply trail
down the slopes
of hills
like cheeks

puddles of sorrow
in cupped hands
hold the warmth
of these wishes
i bring forth

i feel the pierce
of life's thorns
as...

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*
I
am
Christmas
in a fir tree,
I was born wild,
in a boreal forest.
And I never imagined,
that I would end up lit up,
my branches holding decorations.
I was about strength and about courage,
a river flowed past me since I...

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pine, spruce, larch -
     be my witness
as i lead this pack of wolves
across the taiga of existentialism;
   i am the biome of conflicting identities;
   my winters are...

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outside my window

palest of new leaf green
spreads across my boreal forest
covering the sky 
so prominent in winter

I say my forest because 
I know each tree intimately
it belongs to me
as if any human can own
something so...

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