Portage Poems - Poems about Portage

...The world is a sea of gigantic aquarium Of immeasurable acreage; With eclectic species of humans: Coal, Amber, Snow and Bronze; 365 score days in the whale's gut, Junketing from Kolkata, Kalama......

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...I The friend in the deli of the Piggly Wiggly in Lodi show me her nails strikes up conversations when I come back to town for a second week of work. I tell her about the work on utility lin......

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...No Anchor for Rancor Wounded the ship of my soul, With tattered sails, Heels up in malevolence, Venom puffs out the jib In leeward grudges of tactless spite On a pointless reach Heading up......

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...The Portage There is this distance between the lakes, Through which the waters race. Such is the land elevation difference, Too treacherous for a canoeist to paddle, And so must travers......

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... weighing curds and whey the spider spied, her courage curdled, ran away ---------- another alliterative haiku for you......

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...I trace a path between the rocks, jagged cold and grey that whip the waves into a froth; tea-like tannin stain Is this a place that we can pass, safe, Or should we stay? For rapids, falls, and t......

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...Bring green barges for the winching, heft a portage of willowy thrones for the wind thrummers, gild each gap with dewy vines. A droning in the leaf shelters,......

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...A droning time with its honeycombed eyes; lives grown beyond their husks. Bring green barges for the winching of the awakening, portage willowy thrones to the wind thrummers, gild each gap with......

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...THE WAILING CRY OF MAMA AFRICA. Who shall I tell this story Who will heal this injured glory We were like Jack and Jim We climbed the hills together Like a cock poured hot water M......

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...Cherry paddle you carved a few years ago. Short portages in with good trail, except for One boggy bit to breed mosquitoes. Mosquito repellent for said boggy bit. No motorboats after first portage......

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...LICKING WOUNDS Lulling the bye and bye In dreams that oozed and wept with the regret Of unfinished business In the portage veiled with the drift of confusion Sustained by the envisioned memo......

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...My picture perfect woman---view Blue is the color of your eyes; While tender are your legs; Your beauty is ever wonderful; As your smile gleams past the haze; The sun now rises on your hea......

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...The Castle On White Otter Lake That rustic, old log castle Stands facing the lake. Built by hand, by one man To acknowledge his presence, In a changing world, he felt He could not part......

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...twists and turns of serpentine. perfumes that emanate from time to time, through a wall of quietus-trees. perils in the doubting waters, amidst the anaconda, caiman, and piranha. perhaps, afte......

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...A hot and summer evening breeze In jest tickled the napping bees Incandescent, of floating musk Shadows like dancing glow at dusk. Hugging pine trees from branch to branch Down on the grass ga......

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