Long Woodpile Poems

Preparations for 'Luau' (LOU-ow) or a Hawaiian Party-like event, for a church Luau, would be a 'Ho'ike' (hoe-'E-kay). The hunters will tie the hind legs of whatever animal will go into an 'i'mu' (E'-moo), which...

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Long before you were born, long before your great grandfather was born, in the time when magic was approximately eight times more plentiful than it is today, there lived a family in the remote part...

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There were no gold medals to pin
and no starters gun to begin
but for sure we were out to win
               the Baptism...

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Who were you today, 
at your best moments?

Grouchy hermit
already missing quality dream times
and rhythms
when chimes greet pre-light's crust frosty dawn,
to get Yang, then Yin, up and out of our sangha,
ready to enter their own daytime...

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In a vehicle, once more this month. Though not going as far as the palm trees, my stomach’s lurching left and right. The baby’s alright! He coos from time to time as we weave through...

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There is a woodpile in my in-laws’ cellar, and some coal, but other rumored things also.
And it has been there a long time since anyone tripped down these broken concrete steps.
Maybe twenty or thirty years;...

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The escape commenced.
The endless drive from middleclass suburbia
ala Levittown; across hill and dale,
packed in a 1947 black beauty
of a Lincoln Continental; to the land of Peyton Place 
and Steven King; Maine.

Lemon up and tangerine down,...

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Abandoned


The house, it leans far to the right
But it still looked determined to continue its fight
Against time and weather and gravities pull
Only dreams of the days when it’s windows were full
Of clean clear glass and...

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Earlier than usual, for the pigs have broken free from their pen,
We are allowed to quit the milking because someone must get them.
The excitement of getting to be with her sets us to a run
But...

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The tail upon the broken glass
          darkness surrounds a haunted soul
    An eclipse rents the stolen mans home
     ...

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I never expected you to come to Australia first
Still with the appearance that I am familiar 
I must travel across the ocean back and forth
And you? I wonder how could you come here?

I saw you...

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Fires burning, burning bright.
Not for warmth or even light.                        
Burning flesh seared...

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A paradise is what enters my mind
When I reflect upon my dear estate

A soft bed and breakfast it imitates
Warm, cozy, and filled with precious antiques

Named for the turquoise dragonflies we love
But they are not the...

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In our valley, often called the hardest month
              breathes  the fickle month of February,

When even the most beautiful of snowfalls
 ...

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So much of beauty has come and gone
and never known its own worth
in farm and field in whitewashed barns
in the raucous music of the rooster.

Poorer are we for the loss of harrow and ax
the woodpile...

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Mind like an acrobat
She sways precariously back 
and forth with the constant influx of travelers
Who never seem to stay more than a night
Part with their cynical phrases
And compare her to a trapeze

She is the calico...

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