not attention on prison
Someone attentive to durk
like a woodsmen shirt
what a jerk
I got same play anyway
got the same old score
and I do the same old thing
you know me well
you sure as hell pick up on dirt
and you sure as hell know durk
Categories:
woodsmen, 5th grade,
Form: Free verse
Splintered souls are rising
and falling down below
the reasons are not surprising
but the outcome is still a blow
watch out says the woodsmen
blasting out kindled ashes
mistaken are the poor men
blocked by their fiery flashes
cradled are the holy
no less to feel the shame
while the wicked cry out wholly
taking all the blame
failing to find the answers
that lie within the sovereign tale
bewitched by fevered lancers
who quickly heard the bell
to find the stifled sounds
of their departed lives and plans
foregoing spacious bounds
banging in tin cans
black-hole save them that drifted
down roads of darkened sands
who drink the cup they sifted
and flee to more suited lands
Categories:
woodsmen, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
leaf litter
posted each autumn-
tree greetings
trees laid bare
exposed each autumn-
squirrels dreys
treecreeper
on woodland depends-
small copses
tulip trees
rosewood mahogney-
history
monkey trees
evergreen woonders-
enigmas
tinder bark
silver birch paper—
woodsmen know
sycamore
an old invader—
summer shade
proud and tall
not phased by winter—
Norway spruce
the mighty
oaks home to many—
oceans sailed
bare scratches
spring sap sweet tasty—
trees bleed too
winter storm
trees turn to whistles—
squirrels dance
leaf litter
the spoils of autumn—
the trees rest
Categories:
woodsmen, nature,
Form: Haiku
Biko came down from heaven
brought a message from Jesus to impart
the sun comes up every morning in full view of the day
one must be humble enough to bow the knee to pray
I'm a messenger from the most high God
as a beacon of like to a hurting world in need of love
Harken onto me dear woodsmen in your strife
I'll draw waters from heaven for you to quench your thirst
for I was hear with the Timber Wolf basking in nature's sway
fill my beak with fallen residue that fall from ivy dew
Come bask in the vast expanse between space & time
we are all chosen for a purpose from a grand design
Categories:
woodsmen, anger, anxiety, arabic, art,
Form: Free verse
homeless with guns at my side and on my back
armed for the attack of police and high society
woodsmen tired of the built in deceit of a concrete world
eats flesh burnt on a fire I built
wild onions, strawberries, and crayfish
don’t care if the world burns
it isn’t mine to begin
people are cruel, cruel
logs for fuel
fire away fire sticks
a cave woman would be welcome
I have a Bible belt
Categories:
woodsmen, america,
Form: Free verse
Woodsmen Day ( Poem)
Sport using handsaws
With a toothed edge blade
One or two handed sawing
On a woodsmen fair day
Traditional log rolling
Is a lumberjacks technique
Style used in river driving
The illustration is unique
Springboard tree is branchless
With live action you can’t beat
Platform board is dangerous
A risk if you compete
Block ax chopping
Is a loggers sport indeed
Hard on your back swinging
Be careful of your feet
Woodsmen day activities
Is part of the fair you see
I bring it all to my channel
Cause that’s the place to be
By: Doris Anne Beaulieu
At : https://www.youtube.com/user/Viewwithme2
Categories:
woodsmen, adventure, community, culture, encouraging,
Form: ABC
Apart road and trail in gentle grass
a stand of aspen swell the meadow,
shielding gale and storm to pass.
Insulated peace under bough to rest,
beneath the greenery a hidden nest.
A curtain from judgment’s eye,
where the clever woodsmen waits,
as his brethren hike on bye.
Cascading to ear, the raven calls above.
And deer browse as silently as the dove.
This forgotten fortress hides
the weary from distorting turbulence.
And the sparrow, branch to twig slides,
into this sanctuary of the wood.
He pauses, alone, turning dark to good.
Categories:
woodsmen, allegory, nature, tree,
Form: Rhyme
LITTLE PEOPLE II
if you look closely
at the forest of deep green
for a few seconds
you might see little glints
tiny eyes between the leaves
they live to chatter
high-pitched voices barely sound
when mixed with the breeze
and this all for the good
oh what malicious cursing!
some think they are cute
these miniature woodsmen
but like smallest folk
they are petty quarrelsome
and hate everything big
Categories:
woodsmen, father, life, , cute,
Form: Tanka
“Huntin Nuttin”
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
Hush up! We be huntin’
Ain’t seen no nuttin’ yet.
I wont me some muten.
Geet dat dere tree stan' set.
Sho wheel be glad ta see
Dis yers buck a-runnin.
Watch out fer dat dair bee
Stingin' sho ain’t singin’.
Da possum, whire she be?
Over yander. Ya see?
Been dere nelly a week.
Hangin'. Huntin' nuttin'.
Why WE huntin nuttin?
Lez go bi my muten.
Written for Deborah Guzzi’s
“Dialect's Make the World Go Round! Contest.”
Dialect: Southern Back Woodsmen
Categories:
woodsmen, animals, funny, sports
Form: Rhyme
the crunching of frozen leaves
loud at each carefully mistimed step
tells the occasional small sentinels
birds squirrels and small creatures
a larger being is coming through
their alarm filters through ahead
novice woodsmen use bare ground
disturbing less birds alarming more prey
the cold penetrates the wooly layers
sinking into rib bones and upper thighs
his eyelids squint to cover the sockets
as he breathes warmth into his body
spreading it slowly and deliberately in
concentrated effortless habit
he's older now and can't take a stand
for as long as he used to
glasses are needed to aim properly
but where to look is ingrained skill
he has cut right on his rising scent
as he climbs the hardwood hillside
wondering if bigger bucks are left handed
most circle right and he's a meat hunter
a glimpse of white stops all his movement
together they are frozen in time
Categories:
woodsmen, food, nature, seasons,
Form: Bio