Poetry is a life-long odyssey...sort of like, getting on a wood-craft, sailing off toward the horizon, praying one is dealing with round notes and not flats. The poetic heart floats and sinks with every lyrical journey.
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I’m scared stiff of being old and wooden. In fact I’m petrified!
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"We all begin as winners in the race to fertilize. So we've all been the recipients of the most coveted prize... life. " -Crystol Woods :)
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He wooed with words and voice only...while she sensed the missing heart.
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"A house is made with wood, stone or bricks. A happy home is made with love."
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Trust the fall yet be sure that you will catch you. Glide along with the wind yet be sure that you will swoop down when you desire.
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Even in a small space you can mimic a magical flowering woodland with stepping stones and a variety of wildflowers.
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With nothing left to lose and all to gain, we sailed our wooden ships down tear filled streams.
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People in Hollywood, love em or hate em, gotta give them for being so good in acting, they've fooled even themselves.
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The imagination will take you for miles,
But these souls were just behind the wood.
The imagination is all just for the smiles.
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In this ordinary swoon
as I pass from life to death,
I feel no heat from the cold, pale moon;
I feel no sympathy for breath.
Who I am and why I came,
I do not know; nor does it matter.
The end of every man’s the same
and every god’s as mad as a hatter.
I do not fear the letting go;
I only fear the clinging on
to hope when there’s no hope, although
I lift my face to the blazing sun
and feel the greater intensity
of the wilder inferno within me.
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I found among the elms
something like the sound of your voice,
something like the aftermath of love itself
after the lightning strikes,
when the startled wind shrieks...
a gored-out wound in wood,
love’s pale memento mori—
that livid white scar...
('Memento Mori' by Michael R. Burch)
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'Hurry Honey' Statement..." miss - miss - mam - 'MISS MADAM' woo, just your statement, not a manifesto, please -please"
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Despite what commentators say nobody is ever saved by the woodwork in football, hitting the post or bar means you missed the target.
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Train*
Laid far*
Upon tracks*
He tried backwoods*
Cork*
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The elephants at the zoo, lumbering in their cells, like deadwood floating downstream, where the mouth is closed.
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there will always be a few bad apples!
"If you shake a rotting tree to remove the bad apples, you may knock down the whole tree!"
"It's hard to remove the apples with worms when the tree is infested with wood-eating bugs!"
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There are redwoods here. I come to endear. The forest leaves tear. When one tree disappear. Backwoods to the top tier. All with wee Shakespeare
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To me personally, to mention a beautifully complex Universe without the credit of a Creator is the equivalent to mentioning a beautiful wooden cottage found in the woods without the credit of a builder.
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Despite what commentators say nobody is ever saved by the woodwork in football, hitting the post or bar means you missed the target.
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Truth is a surgeon's scalpel, the brush that cards the wool, the balances of Justice's scales.
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I believe trees feel pain cause I heard one Fall in the woods just yesterday.
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What I find is that I know of a women from my past, I think, a member of the poetry community here infiltrating my poems with comments. It's funny. She writes under the guise of different accounts ... I call them wooden ducks... she says oh, oh, your poem is so good. Fake praise, I think. She throws me a 7. I laugh. We're cats and dogs.
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I think nations need to look from a place of co operation rather than confrontation if the children of the future are to inherit a better world.
Mike Wood
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"Good gravy on a goldfish!" Ruby Jeanette Woods
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I can't speak fore every won, nor wood I ever wish too. But I'm hear two testify: Auto-correct will knot harm yew.
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A block of wood is only of good value when it's dry and hard.
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i was born under jamun tree in deep lovely woods
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