Long Creek bed Poems

AND WE ARE STILL HERE…
While beating our drums—singing, dancing
and giving praises to the Most High
for family harvest, peace and love,
we blinked—became victims
of colonial rape—stolen from the womb
of our Motherland; snatched like babes
from their mother’s uterus;...

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The luxuriously full
And richly green trees 
Were in their best form
In this part of the forest.

A spot untouched by
Civilization, possibly never
Treaded on by a human foot.
Until now.  Only the deer had left
Her prints in...

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"The streams are my veins." 


Can you hear the drum beats of fear as do I?
Does the mere sound of these fears make you want to CRY?
You don't want to believe it, and hope it's...

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Quote: Forget injuries, never forget kindnesses. Confucius

A Water Fall is an awesome example of a supernaturally engineered portrait, captured by time and space, and displayed in a living masterful frame. It's inhuman but embraces a...

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There is no part of life mine alone,
If regarding my whole existence.      
What belongs to me is only flesh and bone,
Therefrom this life has subsistence.

Down on the farm I was...

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The fire burned warm and brightly,
    As the little band of wagons were gathered close and their animals were 
tethered tightly.
The ladies sat about preparing meals for the coming day,
  ...

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We've passed it by........so many times 
Along this twisted........ asphalt highway
A sign that's nailed,....... so crudely fashioned
       To peeling bark.......upon the yoke of gnarled, old cottonwood tree.
It marks a...

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Drought's End
                               Frank Halliwell

Past the...

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Somewhere in a dream, 
Serene and blissful from the start
It comes to me again
The two of us in love, and eagerly alone
Breathlessly naive', and blissfully assured
that we would be as one
...that nothing in the world...

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Always did we hear them sing
                             ...

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I’ve been lost for days now, an’ all the country looks the same.
I’ve been walkin’ ‘round in circles, an’ found my footsteps once again.
Me ‘tucker’ bags been empty for, three days an’ there’s this ragin’...

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You've been slithering your way into
my teardrops since I learned how to
2-step to the sounds of hearts breaking.
I've been cutting ties with your ghost 
with every bar tab I've skipped out on;
When I get back...

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I've passed it by, so many times before
While traveling this twisted asphalt highway
That weathered sign, nailed, so crudely fashioned
To peeling bark, upon the yoke 
Of one ancient, gnarled and battered cottonwood tree 

It marks a...

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There is a place I long to be….
A fervent wish......I often see
Where I can close the book, take a breath
Close my eyes….and remember……...............me....
            ...

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“No You”

Caught in a battle of wanting to be alone and wanting to feel how good love can feel
Stuck between what I want to do and asking the woman I love if she would like...

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Like a drug of dependence, this will keep me coming back
out along the Sardine Creek, walking on a wombat track.
I should know every cranny and hurdle in the way,
But secrets of the bush keep arising...

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In the heart of my heart
I cry for you
in the harbor of my despair
I feel your emptiness
a land once yours was lost
stolen by men whose hearts were cold
and whose greed and hate knew no bounds

Prisoners...

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All around looks cruel and starved,
and bleached bones define a stretch
of drought and death that halved
life for that lone, starving wretch.

Mountains have formed a background,
shaped by sporadic storms and rain;
a dry creek bed revives when...

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Dachshunds - Poetry Contest

My Doll, My Dachshund

An old abandoned house in the country, is where we saved our precious hound
Covered in mange, fleas, ticks and whatever deathly smell she had found
I called her name; from...

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I have a cigar box with corners
frayed and lid barely holding on.

Its contents being small things I've 
made and objects that I've found.

An odd-shaped rock, a marble, a feather,
are three of many that lasted well.

But...

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Caressing the mind
And kissing
Glossy, smooth stones
Liquid rippling
Flowing over the bed
Hues of taupe
Sand and charcoal
With hints of lavender
Coloring the emotions
Wistful, willful, warm
Like the flavor
Of a rising storm

Resting on the sand
Brilliant like the sunshine
Glowing in moonlight
Smooth stones
Risking...

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Hidden on a crisp white paper
Tracing itself in the lines of a sketch
Swirling through an artist’s paint

Rustling through the wind-stirred leaves
Weaving through an angel’s hair
Dancing in rainbow hues across the sky.

It chatters cheerily with the...

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Sometimes, I can hear that happy, bubbly brook
bouncing over stones and under the wheel…that giant wheel.
It would drone along groaning a wooden song;
each night luring the brassy sun ever toward a distant skyline
by soft chattering...

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Lived in Tyler when I was ten
And not too far from my home
Was a creek in an open field
I often played there alone

The creek was very low one day
There was a funny mud mound
It made...

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See that old dry creek bed, used to run bank to bank
Lighting, thunder, logs and boulders coming down
Mark my words, they will flow again someday
This time it may go over the bank
Who knows it might...

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