Some men go through a forest and see no firewood.
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Though you live near a forest, do not waste firewood.
Not all the trees in the forest make good firewood.
Us And Our Dreams
we have enough
firewood
to feed a fire
for our
long night
together
now we must
sleep and dream
about firewood
still?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Firewood House
living on a firewood
house one gets to understand well
the essence of conflagration
a spark
a flint if taken for granted
can cause
what you do not expect to happen at all
so do not ever talk about
a matchbox
or even a candlelight
it will be too dangerous
to dream about you
you're hot
and flaming
and you may want a light
after a tryst
i guess once is enough
of you
the firewood house is about to burn itself
and soon i will be
lying helpless along the road
enough
of this ash
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A22 God Commands Abraham to Offer Isaac
One day, God tested Abraham.
He called, 'Oh Abraham.'
And he answered, 'Here I'm'
An offering, God asked him.
'At Moriah, there's a mountain.
To its top, you take your son,
And offer him as sacrifice to me.
Let this be my command to thee.'
The next day morning, Abraham loaded,
Onto his donkey logs of firewood;
With two servants and his one son,
He went to the place God-chosen.
He ordered his servants to stay
With donkey, some distance away;
He walked upto the place,
Meant for the sacrifice.
With knife and firewood,
To that spot, Isaac, he led.
On the way, his son enquired,
'Where’s the lamb to be offered? '
'My son, ' so Abraham replied,
'That God will provide.'
When they reached the spot,
An altar Abraham built.
O’er the altar, he loaded,
The firewood carried.
He tied his son and placed
Him on the firewood.
He raised the knife,
To take his son's life;
But an Angel came,
And said, 'Don't hurt him.'
'God knows you honour,
And obey Him forever,
By offering your only son,
Late in your life, who was born.'
The Lord showed a ram
Stuck in a bush to Abraham
Who caught hold of it.
As sacrificial offer, he burnt it.
By Abraham this place was named,
As one meaning, 'God provides'.
As a holy place, it’s now famed
For its sanctity, where God resides!
Again the Lord told,
'Your descendants in the world,
Will be as many as the stars,
And sands in the seashores.'
'You offered me your son,
Despite being your only one;
I'll bless you richly
For your obedience surely.'
poem by Simple Simon
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Poetic Co -existence
when i write
there you are, you read
and i do not demand much
if you comment
when you write
i read yours too, and you do not demand much
if i copy your lines
and put them inside my heart
for that is the only
towards a symbiosis
of our mutual poetics
like cigar to my lips
like strawberry candy to my tongue
like rib from my side
like bed to my body
like mouth to my finger
like thighs to my
strong hands
like firewood to my
forest nights
like tent to my rain
like moon to my
winter roof.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Green Roads
The green roads that end in the forest
Are strewn with white goose feathers this June,
Life marks left behind by someone gone to the forest
To show his track. But he has never come back.
Down each green road a cottage looks at the forest.
Round one the nettle towers; two are bathed in flowers.
An old man along the green road to the forest
Strays from one, from another a child alone.
In the thicket bordering the forest,
All day long a thrush twiddles his song.
It is old, but the trees are young in the forest,
All but one like a castle keep, in the middle deep.
That oak saw the ages pass in the forest:
They were a host, but their memories are lost,
For the tree is dead: all things forget the forest
Excepting perhaps me, when now I see
The old man, the child, the goose feathers at the edge of the forest,
And hear all day long the thrush repeat his song.
poem by Edward Thomas
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The magic forest
At the Bois de Boulogne lies magic
Magic that cannot be evitable
Magic that lures people into the evergreen forest
In the forest, soft earth is like a comfy bed
Meadows of grass are green sheets for the bed
If you happen to lie down on the bed
The sunlight hugs your body gently like a mother
Your eyes are heavy weights, unable to keep your eyes open
You fall into the sweetest dream as time goes by…
Night walked into the forest as day walked out of the forest
The pale moon is like a glass eye of a witch staring at you
The dark magic falls into the forest
Lusty monsters fill the magic forest
And the magic forest falls asleep…
Concrete Forest
Gang banging
Street banging
Concrete Forest—
People dying
Children crying
Bullets flying
No remorse for the fallen—
Crack smoking
Prostitute selling
Cops stinging
Benefactors of trouble times—
Blood
Guts—inside body parts
Cultivate the Concrete Forest—
I see a mother kneeling
A priest praying
A child victimize—a father convicted
All within the Concrete Forest—
Sirens blowing
Lights flashing
Someone else dying
In the Concrete Forest—
Mercy on us
Compassion for us
Deliver us
From the Concrete Forest—
Restore our hope
Destroy the trepidation
Breathe life back into Concrete Forest—
It is time to go
My time is gone
My nightmares—relinquished
Within the Concrete Forest—
No more worrisome days
No more stressful nights
Freedom has come to me
In the Concrete Forest—
My freedom is now
Your comes later
But, not in this Concrete Forest—
Written by
Gregory E Upshaw
poem by Gregory Upshaw
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In The Forest
By the sacred grove, where the waters flow
We will come and go, in the forest
In the summer rain, we will meet again
We will learn the code of the ancient ones
In the forest
By the waterfall, I will hold you in my arms
We will meet again by the leafy glade
In the shade of the forest
With your long robes on, we will surely roam
By the ancient roads, I will take you home
To the forest
In the forest, in the forest
In the forest, in the forest
With your long robes on, we will surely roam
By the ancient roads, I will take you home again
To the forest
Satisfy the soul baby
Birds sing all day long of the mother lode
We can let it roll, in the forest
With your long robes on
I know where youre coming from
By the big oak tree youve gotta come and go with me
In the forest, in the forest
In the forest, in the forest
By the waterfall
I will hold you in my arms, and we will meet again
By the leafy shade, in the, in the forest
Satisfy the soul
Birds sing all day long of the mother lode
We can surely let it roll, in the forest
With your long robes on
I know where youre coming from
We will surely roam, down by the ancient roads
song performed by by Van Morrison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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One with more firewood than you, has more ash than you.
What is now top of the mast, will be firewood soon.
Burn one day's gathering of firewood on the same day.
An axe with rio handle does not split firewood.
Chop your own firewood and it will warm you twice.
Widow's Lament
It's not quite cold enough
to go borrow some firewood
from the neighbors.
poem by Richard Brautigan
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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