Short Boreal Poems

Boreal forest
Alaskan kindergarten,
Grizzly bear cubs play...

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I vanquish giants with gruff hammer - Thor tough like mom's fried liver














Monoku composed August 28, 2020...

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Aspens reaching skeletal fingers skyward
Grow the ancient boreal midnight mountain
reaching rooted primacy given taken
glorious prayer...

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Snow
angels
angling for
recognition
on bitter, boreal, barren landscapes
devoid of showy leaf or berry bud,
eagerly wait
thawing winds
to spread
wings....

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wind
arctic
boreal
tatting across
whitened landscapes Chantilly with frore lace 
and snowy-stiff satin brocade cutting
defining the
raw winter’s
scalloped
edge...

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Of burning sight, we grow the flora,
From dancing light of my aurora.
A stunted garden, met with showers,
Brought to bloom, bouquet of flowers.

In casting passion, bright the sky,
Of green and blue we share an eye.
The way of stars and trees alike,
Through boreal we join and hike....

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Variscite and seraphinite scythes slice the upper spheres with precision,
As their blades rub their rainbow ribbons in the boreal breeze,
Their surgical incisions of incandescent crystals cauterize the carnelian excisions,
Letting breathe once more the solar winds which whistle in its throaty wheeze....

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Never had the chance
To rain in the sultry sun
Or burn in the rain

"Poof" in the pudding
Spoon leaving fretful fingers
For chocolate bliss

Playing fiddles to dance
Smoking toes join the hot sand
Bringing joy to the prance

Arctic spice is keen
Warming the polar bear bliss
Biting the boreal kiss...

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Cinnabar remittance ailerons squall federal cobblestones. Lank alpine squint modest. Nectarine grimace, cloys toothsome.
Coiffure chain rod composure anemic, primogeniture Swedish cotton murk optics

Rodeo riding maiden broadcaster network metaverse falconry. Boreal voyages legalese.
Simper treacle blanched anecdotally. Goofy balm, beardless tease, healthy as a horse, real bee knees....

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Thrice a summer aphrodisia snickered in my face
Yesteryear the fog of boreal passion surfaced across my window frame
Omnifarious passions are surfacing
The insignificance of homosapiens stood the test of time
Life molests all of us, maul us, then sing us to sleep
Spiraling through dimensions decorated with brothels and strip clubs
Aging with the grains of pebble stones
Aphrodisia is a tourist...

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at the edge of Boreal Forest sits a cabin we built ourselves in 1986
the deck became enormous because my man always gets carried away
Big John does everything in excess, going overboard on every project
We relax here a few times a year in the summer, enjoying the lake
Some say they have seen Sasquatch but we never have
I looked for Nessie for a while, but discovered she is in the Great Lakes...

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I dream of journeys to contemplate
of driving alone on a lined snow-laden road
with no destination
of gliding through the wilderness on a train
its whistle a haunting sound
over bridges with deep water moving beneath
and boreal trees all around
of flying in a diminutive airplane over the ocean
with no land to observe
lost in the blue
listening to every creaking sound
of floating in a sailboat across the sea
seeking my true north in tranquility...

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NEGLECTED    BEAUTY

Beauty-mica granite sidewalks shining 
Fontanka and Moika  Canals  like Venice boreal
Boats  flopping, tourist cameras aligning
Gold-domed  architecture monumental 
Kazan cathedral  needing  facelift, declining





Notes :

(SPB = Saint  Petersburg,  Russia )
Almost all sidewalks in SPB  are granite
There are many canals in SPB, and these two are more famous than others
Kazan is only one of several lovely cathedrals in SPB...

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The world keeps turning,
The sun keeps rising,
Cold wind blows from over the horizon,
Blows across the planet to smite me.

Getting dressed this a.m. in the boreal dark
I heard an AM station from Chicago---
Driving to work in the arctic morning
I listened to a song about Brooklyn---

After another fight with her last night,
A fight whose icy silent echoes shadow me yet,
I look out a half blinded window
At a sky whose shade of blue there is no word for
And despair...

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winter winds quiver

winter winds quiver
 when ice mists ride on torrents ~
  cloudy vesper veils

solstice zephyrs glaze
 meadows with crystal glitter ~
  vanilla moons rise

raw breath of evening
 bare boughs wear rough coats of bark ~
  lavender twilights

flurries of wild gales
 whistle through silent hollows ~
  blue plaintive paeans

boreal shadows
 fly on brumaled errant wings ~
  tangled berry canes

12-12-22
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