Timber Poems - Poems about Timber

Timber Rattlesnake

I am a timber rattlesnake
my venom is highly dangerous
I can damage your nervous system
sneakily waiting to strike you with my tongue
lying under a stack of logs as quiet as I can be

The door in between

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

Timber Said The Worm

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

the story of timber

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

Timber Lumber Person

makes saddle poems
a timber lumber person
as bad charge comments

Timber

dark with oaks
time fell back -
six o’clock midnight

11/10/2022

Timber

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

Timber

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

Timber Trees They Fall-

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

Log Ride

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

Crooked Timber

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

The Timber Wolf and the Moon

distant yet close friends

the timber wolf and the moon - 

       rendezvous at dusk



 
Date written: 03/03/2020

Falling Man Liking a Cut Down Timber-

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,

Little Joe

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

I Saw Timber Saw

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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