Long Chipmunks Poems

In recent years I had grown so forgetful, like noon without memory of night.
I forgot special events and sundry items, like books, my phone, or flashlight.

It was turning into a frightful nuisance, like long shadows...

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I find my entertainments close to home
as nothing could be more wildly hilarious
and downright curious
than my own complex teenagers
who sometimes speak
and do their math
about what adds up toward our shared
and independent 
futures.

Then there are cacophonous...

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I was born in everlasting springtime, as happenstance often does to others,
Like natural green halls wherein joy sings, to its wilder sisters and brothers.

I was situated in mellowed sunshine, like a colorful ship on the...

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twelve miles of useless... road 
if you want to call it that
so washed out, rutted, and rocky that
usually you drive around it
three beers to go such a tiny distance
hay meadows across the creek 
always teaming...

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Alligators, Aardvarks; Arctic fox and hare. Also Armadillos and Asses will be there!

Bobcats, Beavers, Boars; One Blue whale will do! Bovines and a Booby (maybe 2)!

Caribou & Camels; *Cavies & a *Coot; Cottontails, Chipmunks, Chinchillas...

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Smaller than a dinosaur, 
But bigger than a bear, 
A boulder’s tucked back in the woods,
Forever, it’s been there.
It’s wondrous in its natural form,
A nursery, home, and den.
You may not notice at first glance,
Come closer,...

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the cemetery is still this Autumn day
as rain falls like kisses of love on my cheeks
to mingle with my tears . . . 
memories have shook the ocean of my sleep
so, I have come to...

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This journey started many years ago,
A Woodland path, I walked it slow,
From the beginning I had a plan,
To venture off into this land,
The road looked endless from where I stood,
I knew it was time to...

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A post from the past.....just trying to put down all the ones I have written but deleted when I left the site for a while......this is almost too long, but I couldn't find which animal...

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Many men came today to look at the old empty house;
I have been guarding that house for many, many years;
They spent quite some time looking at and touching me;
I heard them saying that the house...

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You can see him now, dirty as a horse
that slipped in the mud, planting petunias
with that infamous shamrock thumb

(Irish from his Pop      Appendage from his Mum)

stopping every now - and...

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when I go to the cemetery to visit the tombs of the dead
and I leave the world by stepping through the ornate gate
that leads me on a winding road into the stillness
of scampering squirrels and...

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It feels like daylight is running in front of me with a radiant light brighter than the sea and a truck full of almond piled up in the yard while the chipmunks are shouting from...

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**  For My Dear Dog Dreaming **?

As our most holy Lord  from his 
Luminescent Heaven might wish of us,
We’ve a model for dawns of optimism…As
No matter what occurred
The day or night before,
It is...

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That old faucet leaks. 
Done so for many a year. 
I let it drip in that bowl, 
birds; chipmunks; squirrel and other 
critters come here for a drink. 

This here tree out front? 
Wife and...

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Donald Duck Chancellor of this fowl kingdom 
wearing an upside down smile's raging hypocrite backwards 
this deranged Duck twitters to and fro as his unhinged subjects 
unwittingly applaud him onto a victory march that never...

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Donald Duck Chancellor of this fowl kingdom 
wearing an upside down smile's raging hypocrite backwards 
this deranged Duck twitters to and fro as his unhinged subjects 
unwittingly applaud him onto a victory march that never...

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Her dad had took her camping all her life 
See her dad was a survivalist that moved her and her brother to a new city with his new wife
Every night she cried , cuz when...

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She was buried in Spring . . . 
when green buds were bursting forth,
and the wind was a gentle whisper
and the squirrels and chipmunks played.

Now, the snow has fallen soft and pure,
and he recalls her...

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after my beloved husband died ...
    I visited his tomb often ...  I found comfort being there
      where the birds twittered and chirped
   ...

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Mrs. White, a mother rabbit was screaming for help,
her loud desperate pleas echoed in the forest;
some animals lifted their heads for a moment,
and then, just got back to what they were doing;
but others rushed...

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So I asked my little Kublai with his big sad face
Where are the doggy toys that once litter the place
No chewy ball, no pull rope or bone of cloth
No toy birds or animals how did...

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The towering pine were poised
at the edge of the forest, standing
in all their majesty,
arms locked, heads touching,
speaking in whispers.
They exchanged secrets the wind
stole and scattered.

So began the saga of the woodlands and
man's intrusion with ax...

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I got up this morning with the sun,
Knowing that this day would soon be done.
But I had a few things to do in between,
Like feed the birds, the squirrels, and chipmunks thru the screen.

I have...

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Worshipping in Nature's Sanctuary
by L. Milton Hankins

Johnny-Jump-Ups nestle into the forest floor mosses,
Along with dainty Jack-in-the-Pulpits hiding beneath
The larger fronds of swampy ferns soaking up moisture
From the dew-laden flowering branches of laurel
Where I find myself...

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