Long Underbrush Poems

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"I am a painter and my eyes are the paint brushes I had if I look up with my open eye I see the Horizon I see the clouds to be continued
Oh shutter as I...

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              The Night Soil Man

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		Nothing sticks to-get-her like turds
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Bruce

A lumbering man, 
audibly achily, stepped to the
floor’s center.
Had there been a spotlight, he’d’a shone.

His arms unfurled.
His hips spun.
His soles, silent
as he padded here,
then twisted to place a foot there.

A phoenix swooped, festooned in fire’s...

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Suspended in perpetual animation
There is a light at the end of the tunnel
From hours of travel though inches gained
Spewed forth from the bowels of existence I stand
Before me lies the road

Like a pond turned solid...

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Arriving at the reserve by nightfall Arlis had to rest before hiking to the spot he had hidden the bike.He felt warm and light headed which concerned him. He drank the last few ounces of...

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Enter beside the hollow log mailbox.
Here the road leads through a profusion of leafy damp shadows.
Wild ferns are the underbrush
where Fairy Wrens flit from the slightest presence.
This driveway winds by towering bush gums flanked
on the...

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You've stumbled off the righteous path, into the hushed
Wilderness of the unknown, beware for salvation's sake,
Go back nomad; travel not these paths of no return.
But nay this is the domain of the shades, little is
The...

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A seed in the wind
By Charlie E Thomas Jr.


Having fallen from a fruitful tree of love and bliss: I'm a seed in the wind, waiting to be held by the soft soils of 
the earth....

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He moves quickly through the underbrush
I follow close behind, pushing
Briars cautiously with a hand prepared 
To let go hastily and a throat
Holding onto a shudder in response
To the graze of the briar against
Soft, naked skin

He...

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What do I do, my soul inquires, abandoned in the shadow of the moment,
When the call to move forward is incessantly declared wrong.
My options are as hazy as dreams shattered at the dawn of day,
My...

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"Ennui Sets In”

Whenever pen is placed
Between purloined phalanges,
When my mind unfolds and tears along the seams,
I know it’s time to move my thoughts,
Through the underground;
That dark crusty void
Of dreary dreams diminished,
Where loose hell raisers floss...

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Fairies pirouette through the dew drops.
A duet of crickets fills the forest with a mist upon the lane.
Sunlight sprays sporadic patterns of light upon the trees.
The rhythm of spring jumps from trunk to trunk.

She passes...

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They’ve always been there, unaware
When I felt lonely, lost, longing
For the presence of the light’s caress,
Softly unfolding beyond the azure
Skies, whispering joy over my soul, into
Shimmering that twinkles, above
In the skies and below, in my...

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In the Dark I stand motionless
Staring across the moonlit landscape
We are together but I am alone
My thoughts consume me
The silence and isolation comforts me
My heart quickens as the music starts
A solitary howl piercing the night...

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In a weightless state of tranquility, 
paraphrasing relentless thoughts of motion 
in my head into words, which 'til now 
have laid dormant in unsung verse, waiting
for you to shine brightly upon them. 

Freshly painted impressions...

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Lady liberty, hold your flame light high, 
Beware the path thy cross, in the wild undiscovered
Wilderness of the U.S.A.
For it is here a fierce native predator,  
Stalks the rocky ranges bad lands,
Behold the American...

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I love to hike straight down the hill
And stroll along the bottom.
Bottom

It’s nice to do it in the spring,
But best of all is autumn.
Autumn

In fall, the colors, sudden, turn
From green to yellow, red;
The foliage is...

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A creature, a creature of the trees but the trees are Long Gone
The underling of the underbrush is under orders. Not to go to Long Gone
Not to fear because Long Gone are any places better...

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Picking black raspberries
Wading through briars and underbrush
Knowing that there are snakes and spiders and such

Blue stained fingers capture the white lie
That laughs from lips dry, thirsty
For a sense of fluid feelings drizzling on naked skin

Drained...

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Paradise                                  ...

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LA CHUPACABRA

In the thickets green, it waits, hunched
On all fours.
Leering, its piercing eyes set aglow,
By passing cars headlights.
Slowly, the creature moves, almost
Without a sound.
Creeping across the road towards
Its quarry, and salivating.
It's a sharp-toothed critter, the...

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The man made his way through the deep underbrush
The snow pelted against his face and thick fur coat
The forest quickly turned from brown to white
Snow kept on at a steady pace and he had to...

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Glistening like a mirror
The turbulent waters stilled
Reflecting insects skittering
The call of a whippoorwill

Subtle riffles across the pond
Caused by a summer breeze,
A magical movement close to the edge
Caused me to stop and freeze

For their approached a...

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