Short Forestry Poems

      It's black before dawn.
      Sitting here, feeding a fawn.
      Fish in a river, spawn.


               6/11/2021


          Rhymed Senryu


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the woods in despair
evergreens and cuckoo clocks
i’m lost in Grimm fairy tales

in black forestry
cherries, chocolate ganache
dessert to die for

1/21/2023...

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The Holly tree
stands tall and green
on this crisp autumn day.

Proud and pleased
with rich red jewels
so freely on display.

Surely the most ravishing
tree in the forestry,

on this crisp autumn day....

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A tree just fell in the forest, who cut a big one
Own up, the forestry officials are coming undone
We must protect our forests
Make sure they remain gorgeous
Letting one go is deadly to trees both old and young...

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Leaving the train left us rattled 
braising sounds abruptly heightened 
my senses measured completely
beneath sullen moments within 
quiet calmness thee essence of

Arlington cemetery the hidden forestry 
catering to tiny mounds and trees 
industrial findings nestled crawdads 
flew out sparingly creating winged mesh 
emptiness covered in insects flesh...

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AFRICA WAS BETTER
Signs of fantasy
Creeping me into ecstasy
Sad signs of destruction
Sinking me by pollution
Signs of good forestry with herbs that cure
Destroyed by fallacy
No way by natural creation
That stings this destruction
To make selfish currency
For our literacy
We sink into destruction.

Africa was better and fine
When greed had not come to dine....

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I thought I was dying
But my mind was lying
So I must stop worrying
And I must stop crying

I must start jumping with glory
Because tomorrow they will all be sorry
They will all be packed in a lorry
And it will end like a fairy tale story

They will all be far than the forestry
And happily I will celebrate the victory
Very soon everything will be history
And this just a haunted piece of poetry...

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A ballad for Franz Dolp

His exercise was forestry
His initiative was art.

He painted his forest in trees,
composing four seasons of song.

He searched his right balance of trees
revising rhythms for harmony's poem,
Mothers of Deep Rich Women.

A writer of therapeutic forests
written in trees with good roots.

Franz was a poet 
rebuilding with forests,
artisan trees 
forming long-healing words....

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Forestry Service and Bureau of Land Management 
 I don't know, maybe this year, you do your damn job?!

Maybe this year, you anticipate the obvious trend of massive fires? 

Do you think fire lines are out of the question? Equipment pre loaded in quadrants, with watch-towers and water for extreme dry conditions?

Follow the windA**holes !-!Maybe the royal pisssTheCitizens 
are taking 
can hit you on the way out....

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The wind brushes her red mane wild and untamed, lifting her gown
A trance sweeps and sways her figure while bright orbs surround her
Transported to other realms where forestry scenes blend far away 
A wistful lean body revealed thru a sheer dress, she is lifted into thin air
As she twirls around to celestial sounds, with spirits she dances free
In this pipe dream phantasy I imagined it were me, on this blissful day...

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To read and write sentiments which you and i have constructed,
wraps my heart in embroidered cloth, 
similar to those Yeats spoke so fondly of.

It is as if those letters send me on a path of happiness, 
which leads to a different world, 
full of grins both childish and passionate, 
but never sinister. 

A world created by you, and only you,
of which you used words and letters to create. 
And this world is watched over, 
by sea blue eyes filled with dense and magical forestry....

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I have come to find my haven in the thicket of night 
after I've pocketed the sun and shared with it its light 
The intricate pattern of a flower reminds me of God's lace 
and here in this forestry of wild, I am never out of place 

Reveling in the beauty of silence I admire wordless wild
and love the symmetry of nature for its utterly compiled 
There is a quiet place I love to go where all the flowers grow   
and there I am content to wait, for Eastern winds to blow....

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