Short Cabin Poems
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Bam
into
the limber
(i meant lumber)
he plow'd his wedge
Bam
A little house on the prairie
Was home to a virgin fairy
She lived with an elf
Who played with himself
All the way from Tipperary
Her eyes see clouds above the ridge
As if she soon might cross that bridge
But its a scam
She just wants jam
(The bathroom scales are by the fridge)
deer hunter's cabin
left naked in former woods...
miles_strip cleared of trees
Not sure that this qualifies as a true Haiku
Deep in the pine woods,
Small glass panes reflect
Warmth of a stone hearth.
Dust motes rise slow;
Cabin smells of sap.
Winter's world outside.
Shadows depressed along silent walls;
Loneliness aches where sunlight fails.
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Row, row and sing,
Rest, rest and listening.
We’ll listen to the lullaby of a siren’s voice.
We’ll hear the ambience
Of the night’s silence.
Walk, walk and talk,
Stand, stand and be proud.
Whoever has cabin fever, hold up your hands
Can't hold up mine, cause I'm typing and can't
Never lived in a cabin
Assumed no distractions
But must make allowances for wielding an ax
chawbacon cabin
keen rustic and ramble shack
alone in the woods
alive at one time
home to large spider webs now
and some ugly rats
alone and quite sad
discarded and disheveled
feeling kind of lost
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Bam
into
the tender
(i meant timber)
he plow'd hiz wedge
Bam
Who would want to build a cabin in the woods
Realizing we're competing with 7 billion sharing the goods
A cabin in obscurity
Doesn't provide security
Too many could take advantage, these human wolves
whisp of wind on rained ruined skin.
hail of stone on cabin wood thin.
death of day as the moon laughs loud.
accompanied by it's star encrusted shroud.
howl of humility spares my spirit and feeds my under nourished mind.
*Inspired by a painting I did.
The cabin sits on the edge of pond ground
Golden hues in the sky reflect all around
Where the pines and birch surround
Calm water, stillness and peace are found
Heidi Sands
2/28/26
(C)opyright
American naturalist, essayist, philosopher, poet, teacher and transcendentalist.
He pursued spiritual growth through denial of worldly pleasures and simple living.
He left society to live apart in a small cabin as one of the first hippies to exist.
Last Wednesday afternoon,
When I left my tomb,
There was a letter at the door-
Pentagram stamped,
Madame Rapoza's scrawl:
"When we last met,
Your heart was in the woods
And my cabin bare,
But how can I tell your fortune,
without you there?"
To be continued...
In a simple cabin, deep in the hills
Rain sprinkles against a roof of tin
Lulling softly, the voice it stills
Breathing joy, psalms flow within
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Through a hole I see
Moon and sea beauty collide
Inspiring my heart.
Chilled right by my side
I can now hear the waves sound
Hurling its spree.
Mountain at my left
Standing like pyramid
Bringing rays of hope.
Full moon is hiding
Behind cumulus thick cloud
Beauty shy my eyes.
A new neighbor has moved in
On the country place
How do I know, I saw him
Check out the space
It is a small cedar cabin
Above the grassy lawn
There food is plentiful again
Each day a chorus at dawn
He is secretive and quiet
Slips in and out his door
Gathers bugs for their diet
Dew for their water source
Dusted shelves
cobweb lanterns
weak floors tell tales
of those who walked.
Rusted nails
explain no answers
his wooden
frail,
rustic box.
(so he burned it)
"Leave this planet
you darkened cabin.
spare this old man his sanity!"
He burned his past
smoke carried it vast.
off to heaven
to the Old Man's family.
In my mind- I recall a place beautiful in winter,
a log cabin nestled deep in the isolated woods.
Father, took us to this wonderland at Christmas,
decorated inside and outside with lights and a tree.
A snowy retreat that only exists now in my memories,
yet, I only need close my eyes and I am there again.
In my heart there sits a cabin
It's waiting there for you
To come and live inside it
It's big enough for two
In my heart there sits a cabin
It's empty as of now
But it will wait for you my love
As will I, I vow
In my heart there sits a cabin
It's comfy and it's warm
And it will keep us cozy
Through every big snowstorm
a million years ago
yet seems like yesterday
memories of a winter cabin
on fresh snowy sundays
dad orchestrating
heavenly aromas
of coffee percolating
and toast on wood stove
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Can't go out
Weather won't permit
Too cold, too wet, too slippy
Dressed up warm
I clean and cook
And wash and iron and polish
Listen to the radio
Despair at the news
Hum to the music
Escape from the world
Enter boredom
Slowly at first
Then snaking into the psyche
Banging with frustration
Screaming at the world
I wan't to explode
Form:
Sun sets quick in fields now green
Soon bronze shafts to be set free
Cabin two hundred years old
Falling down ghost memories untold
Mountain top hide out
Once proud view stout
Miles away forests can be seen
Here one blessed scene
Crop of rock stand tall
Nature away could fall
My heart my soul
Stories untold
Home long ago
Few only know
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Without light
Gold will
Not
Glisten
Without hers
Turgid fupa
‘Tatched
Az molded
Clay
Unto
Hern thicks
did i mention
‘Bout the gold
*Glistening*
"regard not the
scop
the bard iz the
punctilious
carnivore"
hm