Long Logger Poems

*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 odor.
After painting the room red, he then redd it up and read...

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           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 chamber of commerce, barrooms and boards of directors, the known...

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I might be able to bring an end to all of the world’s turmoil and strife,
Because I think that I have stumbled upon the one true meaning of life.

It seems it all began a long...

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Last call for alcohol, embargo 
              on the cargo headed for Fargo? 
         ...

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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 would show...

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...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 entire...

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A Renga for Poetry Soup:


Meander

Time and the river
Endless silver morning
Autumn leaves float by

Shimmering streaming mountains
Pines swaying in constant winds

Morning mirror
Another gray hair
Ah! the wind of time

Spring's last daffodil
Plucked for a dinner paty

Diamond blue fragments
Reflecting off...

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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, Paul Bunyan (with...

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Let me say that the family involved still tend the grave to this day;
 
There in the brook, face down he lay;
While the log train slowly continued on its way.
When he fell, he had hit...

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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
Is only to me
Bigger box to...

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Tomorrow’s history makers
Future record breakers
Are the infants of this day
They should be taught well
In order to lead the way

They should be taken forward
In the fear of God 
By the responsible one’s above them
Ye parents, guardians...

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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 tame

When my body seeks to...

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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 brew...

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Do you ever ire of being a logger                           ...

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The Minstrel
Sweet opiate flavour from the minstrel’s voice,
Will lure the depth of emotion to waft allure.
This same melody will strip the kingdoms astir.
When the singer decides to singe our creases in sinuous,
The last time you...

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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 difference ,
I hoped to get...

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Partnachklamme
The most beautiful place


Above the Bavarian resort town of Garmisch-Partenkirchen,
There winds a country road which leads to the Partnach gorge.

Hikers are passed by less hearty tourists transported in hay wagons.

On the left side of the...

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Touch wood Baby! wish you a happy new year,
Blowing cheerful cacophony in your ear.
Fling aside the sadistic sorrow my dear,
Let us clear from your mind, the infertile fear.
Life is not a cuban cigar,
As time passes...

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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,
Lunch is a place mid-stream--...

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Ten doggone years I've sawed your trees.
I quit. I'll saw my own darn z's.
I'm done with blood and sweat and tears;
I've sawed your trees ten doggone years.

Right out that door I'm marching on.
No use to...

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Ways, means? 
My shopping list? 
My billfold; my bank card? 
There seems to be inadequacies’ 
somewhere.

Today 
the sun is bright. 
I need to cut my grass 
but the sun is so bright today 
I can’t.

from...

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Just like football I am passionate for my team
When we score a goal the fans faces beam
Bellows from the stadium like a echo bouncing from the ball
When the other side score our echos gravely fall
Wild...

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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 mind bugs
‘cuz sooner or later
they will...

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For external use only-
enter the dragon and the spore.
The mold.
Allergen and Alopecia.
enter the giant ceramic logger and the ballad of the
blown fuse.

This is the outtage of power

interim

buds begin to flower and birds breed where
apple blossoms...

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