Long Timbered Poems

Imagine with me
if you would be so kind
to assume each relationship with a tree
as iconic,
at least worth the sacred paper
humane scripture is written on
a timbered tree.

Imagine as a Tree
your Yin flowing out and down
nutritional ego's...

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You rock me wildly
 To the black rhythms of juju music from the radio;
 Drinking horn in hand.
 Not too drunk to tread
 The course of blue, warmth
 And moaning shadows behind batiste curtain.
 Waves...

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Down deep beneath fathoms icy keep, where deadmen’s
Scream in utter silences aquatic hell, amongst the devils
Graveyard of wreckage's carnage, there exists a ghostly harbor
Of phantom ships!
Anchored are the souls of the undead, and vessels craft...

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In the bay of icy mists, the viking ghost ships arrive, sails set full ahead,
Crashing anchors rattle loose, plunging beneath the cold murky surf,
As the hailing horns of the dead, announce to their lord, Odin,...

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A priest once told me that the lump
on my hand was a ganglion,
a fortress of fat besieged by health.
At last it burst and the hand swelled
like an old man's,
shovel shaped and splayed.

It was her black...

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the following sloop of words rowed and towed together as they 
came into my periscoptic poop deck with slight emendation 
from thee oar ridge in hull.
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along the atlantic, bruitted by cavalier indiscriminate jerry rigged 
salient...

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Nestled in a valley in a clearing of large oak,
while sunlight touched but treetops where the baby robins woke,
stood an old abandoned cabin that had seen some better days,
had once seen better fam'lies and had...

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SHOT AT…
Yes I went shooting with some city fellows to the Moonie
We got a place to shoot that had the wild pigs
So we are walking through a crop of something green and blooming
When a porker...

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There was a barn once painted red
that stood on grandpa's old homestead.
T'was built so very long ago -
a sorry sight. I told him so.

I often, as a boy, had wondered
why it hadn't ever timbered.
I knew...

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…the seeds of neo-Nazism are germinating  
Markus Nierth, former mayor of Tröglitz, Germany 2015

Germany’s rock candy windows and cookie like shingles make seeing the oven inside impossible. At first, the obsessive compulsive cleanliness of...

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Beneath my bark is a whisper stilled in silence,
Scrolled within my rings of age, is a wish waiting
To be answered.
A timeless spark, infused engrain's of wooden pulp,
Legacies promise sense before my birth’s germination,
My special reason...

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"Too often we don't treasure the value of a moment 
  until it's becomes a memory."          ~ by poet


In a melancholy moment I painted a...

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You question why I wish to live
In isolation among the wilds,
Forsaking all society gives
And its lure of ventures beguiled?
To answer this I can't decree
In words what lacks simplicity
Instead, why not come with me 
To taste...

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I remember it well, the house was half timbered
and layered with brick that married the hill
White paint was peeling on the north-western side
and nothing but work would spark much appeal

We were traveling home after a...

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A fever in the midst of a winter chill;
a shiver in the heat of the summer sun-
For love is not a choice but the kismet
of undeniable passion and kindness.
And that is what love is to...

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"come fluttering words, come drifting words to me...."
                           ...

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Grace Thompson

1894-1917

At the timbered railroad depot,

On lower Philadelphia Street,

Across from the lumber yard and the state school there,

I spent many an erstwhile afternoon,

Sitting and worrying and waiting,

Like an expectant Ceres,

For the returning equinox,

Like an agonizing...

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Moving shadows in the night
Revealed within my path,
Adversity's bridge looms ahead
Beckoning with wrath.

Girders loosed by rust and ruin
Beneath the shifting sands,
Cascading rapids scale the pier
To claim the ones it can.

Calamity waits for all that pass,
Forbidding...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake : Part Thirty-Four

Sea Anne-Anne Queen in between managed to make it to the Chief’s car
Helped by five Robo-Cops she charmed with fine-timbered voice of star
The Chief (C ) feared being...

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Every journey worth its salt has rocky places
Bank to bank filled with frothing white water, 
The economics of avoidance, steering a lean course, 
Avoiding higher peaks that thrill - vouchsafed to others.
Rest days taken during...

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A quiet fury gathered on Horizon’s distant side.
Its merciless intensity was destined to collide
with unsuspecting entities entombed beneath the ground
all huddled ‘neath a canopy, immune to earthly sound.

The timbered crown held steady 'till it met...

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That Dark Day, Our Childhood Castle Was Felled

Deed was dark, day of its felling
deafening that mighty crash!
Tragic this tale of the telling
thoughtless men, acting so rash.

Where rests now, its flying hordes,
winged weary and storm attacked?
Hammer...

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A Leafy Land

      To the North and East, green sloped Downs above
      The Weald* of Kent. Beneath, the Pilgrim’s Way
     ...

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hobbyhorse dreams
                     by odin roark

rocking

just a few minutes more
almost there
remember our primitive forest
kitchen chairs
chrome trunks
yellow...

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Between the reaching shades of tall trees
copper-leafed hillocks’ catch fire,
ghost flames
burnish the slow stealth of evening.

A translucent straw-light
seen only through the thumb hole 
of a painter’s pallet,
or in that late sunlit wash, that blooms 
so...

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