Short Arrowhead Poems

vintage home for sale
by original owner-
arrowhead in yard...

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In-pine-sweet air
In humus soil
Is where I rest, away from care,
And trail weary toil.

One morning feathers filled the air,
With wooden shafts that sped
And left this traveler to lie
With poisoned arrowhead....

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In-pine-sweet air
In humus soil
Is where I rest, away from care,
And trail weary toil.

One morning feathers filled the air,
With wooden shafts that sped
And left this traveler to lie
With poisoned arrowhead....

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In-pine-sweet air
In humus soil
Is where I rest, away from care,
And trail weary toil.

One morning feathers filled the air,
With wooden shafts that sped
And left this traveler to lie
With poisoned arrowhead....

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Thus
They flee
Absconding
In guiltless flight
On fattened feathers
A pointed arrowhead
Guided by some hidden force
Returning to their beginnings
Arcing slowly over icy peaks
Circling the history of their valley...

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Good and evil exist like
Two sides of an arrowhead
Like crime and punishment
Mutually support independent industries
A man divided is never whole
Nuclear fascination, molecular fireworks
The atom split, armaments deferred 
Duality rings
Like chains waiting to be broken
Releasing man
Into spiritual adulthood...

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clouds tumble over peaks damp air chews chill skin
fingers grip their bones no retreat or trace of steps
snaking tongues of mist race upwards leaden cloud overhang
two worlds press
hammer hands  nail a tiring flesh 
breath hooked to peril
now grin and yowl  now shout 
a stone arrowhead aimed at nothing and everything
climb on...

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The arrow pierces  
                   
                   
          his
     heart
ruthlessly with the
full-fledged hatred
of the sender;
          the
unsuspecting
innocent victim was
hit by the arrowhead
in the head
     and almost
instantly he fell
with a thud and
became dead—
cold-blooded murder.
                   
                   
       Why!?...

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Such a sorrowful song for death to sing, 
as a father hands to his son,the last gift he'll ever give, 
an arrowhead on a string. 

Such ignorance life can bring, 
never forget who you are, 
honor is more than an arrowhead on a string. 

A man would triumph to become the Warrior King, 
as powerful and pure as the Calling of the Wind, 
he is known by the symbol he bears,an arrowhead on a string....

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Plump, personable, and priggish, she has a propensity for cats.
We call her witch woman for she is followed by vampire bats.
They call out her name, I think it is Personification Per Phats.
I stay away from her broom as she pushes off from Arrowhead Flats.

No one in town runs to put out their plastic welcome mats.
She has a spell book according to my Great Uncle Drats.
Today I saw her riding her broom with a basket full of cats.
They were snarling and growling and kicking those bats....

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