Maine Poems

Coast of Maine

A QUIET RETREAT: PART ONE
I retreated to the edge of Maine, 
To a beachside estate where thoughts remain 
Unsettled, swirling with cloud and tide 
A love poem’s seed buried deep inside. 
A heart that longs, a mind at war, 
For she I love loves me more 
She is bound to another, so the battle stays

Dawnland Testimony

Honorable Members of the Mainiac Judiciary Committee

I hold gratitude for you, and for the Wabanaki Tribe of indigenous wisdom, on whose land we deeply listen for this opportunity to address this Committee with a healthy democracy agenda.

My name is Mother Eartha, a wildly undomesticated Peace Warrior, and I am here on behalf of Maine's Unitarian-Universalist

Ode to the Largest Lakes of Maine

Moosehead, mother of Maine’s many lakes
fed by Moose River’s flowing tears.
Overlooked by Kineo’s cliffs,
with Kennebec you share your gifts.

Sebago Lake, your bowels deep
with waters fresh, quench Portland’s thirst.
Headwater for Presumpscot’s course
which for many towns was a life source.

Chesuncook Lake, you are the source
of hydropower’s natural force
and from your bounteous water store  
you serve when

The Magnificent Mountains of Maine

The Magnificent Mountains of Maine 

Mount Katahdin, Maine’s tallest peak
beckons to those who challenge seek.
and to the dare-devilish kind,
White Cap Mountain will blow their mind.

Though not among Maine’s tallest peaks
Mount Cadillac is one to seek.
Mount Desert Island’s jewel rare
This is the place to stand and stare.

Tumbledown Mountain steals the show
for those who mountain climbing know.
To

NOELLE COTTAGE MAINE

   Noelle Cottage straddles ledges of grey,
   Extending into waters of Casio Bay,
   Along Small Point’s shoreline of Atlantic Ocean,
   Observing forest, sky, and ocean devotion.

   Feathered fliers: Osprey, Sea Gull, and Eagle,
   Their diet all favorites and everything legal,
   Overhead

12 Days of Christmas From Maine

On the first day of Christmas my hubby gave to me
A large whoopie pie

On the Second day of Christmas my hubby gave to me
Two fishing poles and a large whoopie pie

On the third day of Christmas my hubby gave to me
Three Stephen King books, two fishing poles and
a large whoopie pie

On the fourth day of

Horn Horrible Maine Haiku

Horn Horrible Maine Haiku

when he would take aim
kill became terrible game
had received the blame

never gave a hoot
to death some people did shoot
would wear a brown boot

cannot bring them back
love and mental skills did lack
he had blown his stack

heard them when they bowl
their life away killer stole
death out he did dole

a sad song was sung
dying breath

Bar Harbor

Bar Harbor 

Bah Habah is how they say it in Maine.
The cool summer breezes wash over the town.
Sailboats ride at rest waiting patiently at their moorings.
Lobstah fishermen load their traps, hoping for a prize haul.
Ospreys and seals vie for the best fish.
Acadia National Park beckons bikers and hikers.
Icy waters from the Labrador Current will chill

Maine Coon Cat

Maine Coon Cat
stands at dining table
checking my plate

Maine Chance

A young man who said he was broke
Went begging the streets for a smoke
But this was a pain
For he was in Maine
Where everyone there is quite woke

A Conversation With Amos On a Bench By the Limerick Bandstand

"Howdy Amos”, “Howdy Seth” as Amos points to the empty seat 
Next to him on the bench by the Limerick Town Bandstand.
Amos t’aint much for words but he’s a pretty good pointer.
“Whatcha doing, Amos?” “Sittin’”.
Did I say Amos t’aint much for words?
However, it seems that Amos likes to sit on the bench during the shift

Watching Amos Plowing With Horses

“Howdy Amos”, “Howdy Seth”, without a glance.
Amos t’aint much for words as he stares straight ahead
His gaze as straight as his furrows.
Amos is what you might call a “deep thinker”.
I watch as he bounces up and down on the plow hitch
The bells on his mighty Percherons jingling with each practiced step
As they perform their timeworn

Together, On a Carriage Road

Two who are one together in love,
On a carriage road in the woods of Maine.

The day was filled with sunshine,
The air was cool and sweet.
It was a fine, wondrous spring day in Maine,
On an old carriage road
That wound through the woods of Acadia in the shadow of Cadillac,
As strong and enduring as the love of

Beaver Stick,,,, ,, Maine

*******************   Beaver Stick


                   Pointed on both ends
                   the sweet parts have been eaten
    

Heat,,,, Winter ,, Maine

..............    Heat 

     pine maple and old oak
           sticks for the woodstove
     the flame is my life


     GINSU-KNIFE   EASTPORT , MAINE   USA

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