Long Unawares Poems

IN THE WILD

Early morning, we go for a drive,
An awesome feeling as we arrive,
At our camp gate which, opens 
At 6 o’clock, 
Now we are in the African bush
Which, will unlock,
Moments that we have missed...

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IN THE WILD 
( Re Post)

Early one morning, we begin our drive,
An awesome feeling as we arrive,
At our camp gate which, opens 
At six o’clock, 
Now we are in the African bush
Which, will unlock,
Moments that...

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CHALLENGE TITLE POETRY CONTEST FOR AUGUST ON POEMHUNTER.COM! 

'WHY DO TURTLES CROSS THE ROAD? '


OK FOLKS! Please choose your favorite poem from those entered here and remember too to give your reasons for your choice....

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"Christmas in the Cathedral of the Forest Deep"




The silent heart is found 
embedded in the 
Cathedral of 
The Forest Deep

The lost jewel
shines in the dark
see the reflection of emerald eyes
endless hazel woods scried

On Christmas Eve
when...

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I remember the beach sand and swing
when you and mother were still something
I remember the ducks in the lake
you held my hand watching their wake
I remember the sheep dogs when the day was through
and the...

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World War II Poems and Holocaust Poems II - Bertolt Brecht



The Burning of the Books
by Bertolt Brecht
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

When the Regime
commanded the unlawful books to be burned, 
teams of dull oxen hauled...

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Sister
Love your brother ALWAYS

If you are older, hold your brother’s hand;
If you’re the same age as he;
Stay within his and God’s plans
Allow him a hand to hold, 
a shoulder to lean on, 
And an ear...

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The bones of winter cracked the ice black, coal black night.
A hoary wind spits frost crystals that dazzle and blur the sight.
Boney fingers of bare deciduous wood, scratch against the eaves
as the stranger's tread crackles...

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I bought an older dresser at an auction late last month, and also snagged what I believe’s a super ancient chair.
Both, I think, are solid oak, and luckily the dresser is nicely trimmed with fancy...

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Last night,
when laid i my head to rest,
dreamt i a dream
dreadful;
I wept,though i was a deep in sleep,
I saw a baobab tree with three branches,
on it lays the colony of three birds of the 
air,
of...

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You are my pest-friend,
As you may not know,
And I deem it my pleasure and privilege
To write this panegyric of you.

Mostly chocolate brown in complexion;
And very rarely, if ever, you produce a freakish white.
In your worldwide...

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Lay down your old ink pen...
Rise from the table...
Push back your chair.
Gather them all up...
Put them out of sight now...
Place them safely in the cupboard 
Bare.
Wrapped in stiff brown paper,
Strung tightly together
With thin white string;
Turn...

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Love like this – it is pure bliss,
Striving to understand, more beautiful than I planned,
Love this amazing – leaves my feelings blazing,
Yearning for forever and always, together we’ll stargaze.
Love so tender – it makes my...

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LETTERS TO MY LOVE
I
My love; it has been a long time since I wrote you a letter
Flowing from the rivers of my heart
A poem of your unfailing love which has halted my soul
And has captured...

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When we are young, we long for tomorrow that                          ...

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———

2016,

Sheep.
Magpie.
Mule deer.
Mustang, colt, mustang...upon the ridge.

Eagle's nest, bald.
Oreo cows, in far field.
Running baby cows.
Sheep.

Felled branch...100 mph winds.
Controlled burn, left quiet;
but not, as it turned out,
without embers enough
to catch to flames
and race up the Sierra,
down the...

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after dark April 26th, 2022

Prometheus bound out the heavens
to strike fear in the hearts of men and women
reminding us mortals how like oxen yoked
(together via a wooden beam forced
to undergo strenuous labor)
unlike most elderly residents...

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Grandad The Superhero

My grandad was a superhero,
You would not think it true,
For now he’s old and very slow,
And he only wears one shoe.

He used to soar across the sky,
Birdman was his name,
But now he can...

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*WHEN I DIED LAST NIGHT*

I never had it that smooth 
That I had to get up bed so cool
Seem like my power-packed so full
Gazing in the sky so blue
The doors  never again squeaked 
And...

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We will truly only see this life when looking at it from the next.

You will only truly feel this poem
when you see through the poorly
written text.

There are things unseen, between
the lines of shadows and light.
Creeping...

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In Soup Creek saloon behind Jenna’s bar
Milt’s holsters and belt and a posthumous star
Are fixed to a plaque to remember him best
There’s a custom made bracket where Milton’s guns rest

The gun barrels cross over Milt’s...

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If ever I have seen angels, it would have been 'the unawares kind'. The kind when angels appear as humans, and I did not know it. God has given them the ability to appear human...

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Just a down a out drifter there sitting on side of the
road. You held a sign, "I'm hungry, please help" you 
seemed to shake with cold.

Some passed by giving coins. Some gave no second thought.
I...

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Now gather around, ye lusty lads, a tale I'll tell to thee
Of jealous Gods, monsters and ill-fated men who sailed the sea.
My tale is set in hoary times when fickle fate was by divine decree.
Then...

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Lizzie Borden Took an Axe

By Elton Camp

Family love often will subside
When there’s property to divide
Old Andy Borden’s second wife
Came to be a cause of much strife

He allowed his two daughters no say
When he began to...

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