Timber Poems - Poems about Timber

There is a door no one speaks of. It is not built of stone, nor carved in the timber of old houses, but hidden deep in the marrow of the world where beginnings were never written, only uttered once by a voice that no longer is. Its wood does not creak, it sighs, like an old woman who’s forgotten why she still...

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The fall is a tremor; its song - weaves past trees to listening animals. Earth hears every - echo, from leaves scattered by fate - to bones - turned hollow reeds - that surrender their cadence. The ancients bark louder - echoing the wisdom, of the cosmos: that - life is not a possession but a resonance, a frequency that harmonizes...

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Timber had heard about the old froggie frost king In the middle of winter he heard his croak sing. “Ribbit and Kribbit, Fribbit, Fruity Frau Fling I can grand giant wishes, if your notions you bring.” Timber pulled his injured arm out of the sling. “Please, sir, can you fix my poor broken arm wing?” Froggie frost king rose out of...

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makes saddle poems a timber lumber person as bad charge comments...

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dark with oaks time fell back - six o’clock midnight 11/10/2022...

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windy winter night trees swaying to stake their ground ~ timber aftermath...

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An abundant woods runs along the boundary of the manor house....

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The feeling followers to feeling; F ines flourishly fabulously fortnightly funulously, finally flies timber; Failing feels like trees they fall; 10/9/20 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020...

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Timber growing up the mountain roots in silver and gold soil The Indian Queen Mining Company lines shafts of western red cedar, Westerner views hoodoos Painted Desert traveling to mine’s branch Pony express rushes by galloping, “Wow!” Just to see her. Apple dumpling served hot Western Steakhouse flair Tasty yummy dessert warm sunset shows American west, Stagecoach roars by, gold...

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Eyes gazed upon the truth That coin so well disguised A tongue of dissent whipped The Poet’s word un-prized...

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distant yet close friends the timber wolf and the moon - rendezvous at dusk Date written: 03/03/2020...

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Effervescentess as the flowers are crying As the wind blows through the valleys The grass is moving dancing in the breeze so are the flowers Clouds bump each other producing rain the rain showers Over gust abandoned nest of the droplets of tears From the angels eyes from their face they're crying Woe is me,...

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Where did you go little Joe? I see the seasons and I fear the change. and in my life I think it,s time for rearranging. Time to take things slow Where did you go little Joe? The timber wolf howls in the pine he knows the seasons and it's time to die. My life's been empty; more then you could know Where did you go little Joe? I pray and...

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I Saw Timber Saw With my natural eye I saw a tree that stood rather so very tall; “To clear my way of passage timbers was cut with sharpen saws” 8/24/18 written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018...

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A sacred heart of timber; With embers in ashes set apart; So consumed in words torn apart And burning into red embers. Though big boys shed no tears So in mine own eyes look never, With words of fervor I'll never tire. My wooden heart consumed over So give me quill pen to draw pictures Of this passionate desire that Sets ablaze the oak of...

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