Salt Lick Poems - Poems about Salt Lick

...Divinity’s Pew The truth stands in contrast to only itself Once mentioned eternal when thought and then felt It lives in the ether past fortune or fame Conscripted by conscience no praise a......

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...The lake surfaces between mammoth bones. The valley once was a bowl for giant daisies and the conifer roots of a deepening sky. Wind-blown ripples feed the open mouths of minnows, the small wav......

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...I sense her in the phantom light of a closed eye. Behind a fallen lid cave shadows dance. I taste an interiority --- a sap mingled with a salt-lick of self. I sense her in the phantom light o......

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...A scarlet tanager sits primly on the rail Of the new fence erected near the meadow, He eyes me stroll as I take in every detail The path to the woodland is rather narrow, Infrequent......

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...Taking my first summer stroll in the meadow, I marveled at the new growth and flowers The sun was shining full blast, not a single shadow My mind rummaged through its ivory towers. Wi......

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...Salt lick temptation lures that dangle, camouflaged darkness masks and blinds Easily captured when most attracted, flypaper memories —trap and bind (The New Room: November, 2021)......

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...I hate salt for the sake of my cake That is sodium-rich by the baker's mistake And the syrup I poured That I never ignored Is more salty still Then a fish with a sword I like sugar and spice ......

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...Like Silent Laughter David J Walker I can still feel the cold water Cool my tanned skin usually drenched in the sweat of a hoe handle and the hot summer sun The above ground steel tank fil......

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...We can’t afford no tree this year. We spent it all on dog, and feed. We got enough to buy birdseed, and a salt block for the deer. We scattered seed out on the snow like freckles, footprints, ......

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...Like Silent Laughter David J Walker I can still feel the cold water Cool my tanned skin in the hot summer sun The above-ground steel tank meant to Quench the thirst of cattle The salt li......

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...He'd glimpse her, the peripheral life of her; she lived in the corner of his eye. She passed-by, her face and form - tidal, a tug on his shore. Perhaps she was salt for his blood, spice for n......

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... You keep colorfully saying those hateful things to me, repeatedly all the time Then you say that you didn’t mean it You was just funning Pulling my leg with your teeth That sabert......

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... When the bronze-skinned, silver tongue surfer came smoothly yacht cruising at year’s end All the island ladies, at the cabana house welcoming party, mosh pit fell in ... Fell in l......

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...1. Red Mesa Dreamscapes The sun spreads its red light on the mesas, Those ancient sentinels, those fractured bones of the Earth Scattered outposts that ri......

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...Playing off your intent, writhing as you plunder within the dank dampness, the wanton wave spray painting effigies like Pollack pole axed in delight my pelvis rises… With hands full of Adonis’s mo......

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