Long Old growth Poems

How might Earth's underground narrative
of a sacred Tree
speak most profoundly
of old growth economic
and political
environmental trauma?

A question I forgot to ask
when I was younger
and more disabled
and WhiteMale monotheistic

How might even Republican Red MotherTrees
avoid secularized Self-serving
by Capitalizing...

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We started slow and old-growth
yet steady.

The Senior Democrats
and Republicans
and Libertarians
and Independents
hosted a Community Integrity budgeting party.

Party favors were ballots
with options for small,
medium,
large,
and extra large service sectors
beginning with agriculture and permaculture support
and ending with zoning and...

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STROKIN’: PART THREE
THE FULLBACK

He was twenty-eight yards and
thirty-two seconds from the end of a career
He had broken several bones, had a permanent
limp, knew the burden of performance to be an
unforgiving weight like the heavy black...

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Our Beloved returns        with a mighty entourage
his banner men ride before him
             they are swifter than...

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Eulogy

Sing eulogy, O wind, 
Crying out the sorrow,
Howling deep within your zephyr,
For branches where you once entwined
Your restless fingers
Into a joyful melody of rustling boughs
In lyric song;
Hear now, as you pass, only memories
Floating on the...

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...When we heard of his loss we took it hard,
at first it was very hard to believe,
and it made me double my efforts to
moderate my own debauchery.

But within a year it all began again,
this time...

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Clearing Out Old Growth
 
Last week I cleared some old growth, ‘parting’ (1) planted in my yard,
An Avocado tree you’d grown from ‘pit’ of eaten fruit.
Tree’s color for your living space! But pots do limit...

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An evening stroll, on Midsummer Night's Eve ,
under the silver light of the horizon moon.

Life that burst among a small acreage,
of old-growth forests, flourished.

A delightful flurry of fireflies, drifting,
twinkle among the foliage, an amazing sight.

Echoing...

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An evening stroll, on a chill night,
under the silver light of the horizon moon. 
Life that burst among a small acreage, 
of old-growth forests, flourished. 

A delightful flurry of fireflies, drifting,
twinkle among the foliage, an...

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On the dreary streets of a quaint but callus steadfast hamlet

A pearl in the bluster carries a handwoven sweet grass basket

The umbrella' d  tinge of the tiny town was opaque and gray

As the girl...

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With women the heart argues, not the mind.
MATTHEW ARNOLD, Merope

1. The stand of old growth Melalucas,  graces the lowlands of our farm.
For over fifty years,  accumulations of leaves have formed small soft islands.

“With...

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Great Grandpa Moses first built the old shack
in the summer on nineteen twenty-three,
thrown up with big logs, hard maple and oak,
it only measured twelve feet by fifteen.

There have been two expansions since those days,
a real...

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I would help the air by blowing smoke 
into outer space. 
Not like the teens who blow it in my face.

Bok Choy!
For the farmer I would bring rain, 
precipitation to wash upon delicious leafy greens.

Oooooh!
I...

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Deep in the woods, nearly three miles back,
far from New York with its tall glass and steel,
on a low ridge that has no proper name,
I stumble on something that feels surreal.

An old-growth forest grove, somehow...

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I love to sit and watch the Roosevelt Elk for hours.  The Roosevelt Elk named for Theodore Roosevelt, it's my favorite animal in the wild.  They are the largest of the four remaining...

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My brother and I walk the south pasture on an early spring day,
The warmth of spring slowly melting, the cold of winter away.
The golds of old growth are broken by the green of new,
And we...

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Old growth forests are a sight to behold             
 Humans wiping them out makes me angry
 Politicos who support this can go to...

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After a long, cold winter, I become anxious for the next season,
Bringing ever longer days, fresh flowers and green grasses,
Colours of every hue imaginable found in the new blooms,
Dried vines and old growth removed from...

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By Sashi.Prabhu(Zeauoxian)	
Trampled lovers  each parted their mutual ways,
Tears for them cause misty sprays.
Cold grew them both,
Love amid them was now an old growth.

Years of tenderness love a garland weaved,
Away their love, trampled hearts now...

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The Roosevelt Elk
The Roosevelt Elk 

A beautiful,  majestic creature, that walks with head up high with pride  that stands as tall as a horse, with a rack of antlers with many points that...

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"Alone is a word without meaning in the forest."
          Robin Wall Kimmerer, "Braiding Sweetgrass"

Old rotting trees,
corrupt degenerating logs,
give birth to more forms of diverse life
than they...

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Magical Scene

There was a rustling in the woods 
Under the arbutus tree canopy,
As I climbed up the lichen covered rocks 
Above the shimmering ocean,
Late afternoon sun streaming down.

I turned to see a doe watching me
With...

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Lover each parted their mutual ways,
Tears for them cause misty sprays.
Cold grew them both,
Love amid them was now an old growth.

Years of tenderness love a garland weaved,
Away their love, parted hearts now bereaved,
Bereft them parted...

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PINE BLOSSOM PAVEMENT

 I never left the soft sunshine,

 reflected across the satin smooth pond, deep in the forest,
 with flowered edges of pink ladyslippers, wild roses and daisies,

 to slope old deer trails...... foraging...

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language can be comprehended when u hear it 
 Words of the consciousness a flash of the human spirit 

Visions in the mind that can be caught 
 A water shed manajerie of thought 


Language...

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