Are You A Poet And Don't Know It ?????

“A Thousand Kisses On Isle Au Haut

On the pier,waves calm,the stars so bright
Sunset,a red glow,no one in sight.
A thousand times you kissed me I know on the beautiful island of Isle au Haut.

In the lean-to so dark,we lay arm in arm
A feeling secure no reason for harm.
A thousand times you kissed me I know, on the beautiful island of Isle au Haut.

The trailways we hiked, such beauty so rare.
On rocks,under trees,you kissed me there.
A thousand times you kissed me I know
On the beautiful island of Isle Au Haut.

Brown eyes with gold fire pierced through my heart,
Such kisses with passion,no ne'er should we part.
A thousand times you kissed me I know
On the beautiful island of Isle Au Haut.

Our last night together when all was so right,
You're arms reached out and held me so tight,
A thousand tims you kissed me I know on the beautiful island of Isle au Haut.

The last kiss good-bye we both did dread
A tear in my eye,what more could be said
A thousand times you kissed me I know on the beautiful island of Isle au Haut.”

“Roses are red,
Violets are black,
I live in Florida,
Where mountains do lack.”

“Where Mountains do Lack
Working with Jack
The Jerk's got his head in a sack!
Suppose I may be WHACK!”

“Suppose I may be WHACK,
But I always got yo back.
Even though I'm a short stack,
Let's go hiking in the 'dacks.”

“Sh1thouse poets when they die
go to a special place in the sky

Where in tribute to their wit
is a monument..of solid sh1t”

“Hiking in the Dacks?
You must be whack!
You been dating Mack?
ACK! ACK! ACK!”

“Nope, been dating Jack,
So cut me some slack
Before I kick you in the crack
And you start to hack!”

“Make me hack?
How 'bout a smack?
I can't stand Jack!
Good in the sack?”

“you layed by Jack?
I tought it was Zack?
did it on your back?
HeII no, I don't rag!”

“In hip-huggers showin' too much crack
Tattooed cheeks.....now THAT is whack
Drop a quarter in the slot and play Jimmy Mack
She'll kick your ass like Billy Jack”

“Your teeth, Jack
Are covered in plaque
Put back on your slacks
You ain't gettin my crack”

“Whoa, now that's randy!”

“Roses are red
violets are blue
some poems rhyme
and some don't.”

“Roses are red
Violets are blue
Carnations are all colors”

“Roses are yellow..in Texas
Violence is red”

“Roses are red
Violets are blue
I use to like dog sh*t
Now I like you”

“They
Asked me how I knew
Raccoon $hit is blue
I of course replied
Someone must have lied
I only tan their hides”

“I awoke in the forest and he was standing there,
Clad only in a breechcloth, his torso bare
Moccasins on his feet, feather in his hair.

His face was dark, sun-pigmented skin,
Face like leather, sculpted by the wind
Piercing eyes, that peered within.

I stood up in awe and then he spoke
"Walk with me and be apprized,
what life was like before we were
civilized."

So, I journeyed with him back to a time
That existed before we were "civilized".
Before electricity, before the car
When nature ruled, and we followed her Law.

We walked through forests, abundant with trees,
with pure water running from mountain fed streams,
and air so pure, it was a pleasure to breathe.
Chlorine and fluoride were chemicals not needed
Because Natures Law by the Elders was heeded.

Into the prairie unbroken by roads,
uncluttered with signs and ugly abodes.
Everywhere roamed Bison, wild and free,
Heads held high in majesty.

Wild flowers painting this breathtaking scene,
Highlighting the carpet, still pristine
I stood in wonder and realized.
The land was fine before we were civilized.

Into the mountains un-blasted and virgin
filled with pines, maples and birches.
Uncut and unsettled, more spiritual than churches.

Elk, moose, wolf, bear, beaver, and deer. Predator and prey each taking heed,
To follow The Mothers laws, and take only what they need.


And then we returned from that time long ago
and it suddenly hit me that "progress" was the foe.
That if we continue to take more than we need
and nature's laws we fail to heed
That sometime in the future we will realize,
That our savagery came from trying to "civilize".

As I turned to the warrior, there was a tear in his eye,
shed for the Mother who was continuing to die.
"Listen to the Mother, hear Her cry, Be not no fast to "civilize".

I stood and watched as he faded away,
and I knew the healing had to begin today.
I pray that others will realize,
the price we pay to "civilize".

Copyright:William Redhawk, 2001”

“I awoke in the forest and he was standing there,
Clad only in a breechcloth, his torso bare
Moccasins on his feet, feather in his hair.

His face was dark, sun-pigmented skin,
Face like leather, sculpted by the wind
Piercing eyes, that peered within.

I stood up in awe and then he spoke
"Walk with me and be apprized,
what life was like before we were
civilized."

So, I journeyed with him back to a time
That existed before we were "civilized".
Before electricity, before the car
When nature ruled, and we followed her Law.

We walked through forests, abundant with trees,
with pure water running from mountain fed streams,
and air so pure, it was a pleasure to breathe.
Chlorine and fluoride were chemicals not needed
Because Natures Law by the Elders was heeded.

Into the prairie unbroken by roads,
uncluttered with signs and ugly abodes.
Everywhere roamed Bison, wild and free,
Heads held high in majesty.

Wild flowers painting this breathtaking scene,
Highlighting the carpet, still pristine
I stood in wonder and realized.
The land was fine before we were civilized.

Into the mountains un-blasted and virgin
filled with pines, maples and birches.
Uncut and unsettled, more spiritual than churches.

Elk, moose, wolf, bear, beaver, and deer.
Predator and prey each taking heed,
To follow The Mothers laws,
and take only what they need.


And then we returned from that time long ago
and it suddenly hit me that "progress" was the foe.
That if we continue to take more than we need
and nature's laws we fail to heed
That sometime in the future we will realize,
That our savagery came from trying to "civilize".

As I turned to the warrior, there was a tear in his eye,
shed for the Mother who was continuing to die.
"Listen to the Mother, hear Her cry,
Be not no fast to "civilize".

I stood and watched as he faded away,
and I knew the healing had to begin today.
I pray that others will realize,
the price we pay to "civilize".”

“Nice poems candyheart and redhawk.

The rest of you guys sound like you're on crack. : )”

“crack?? are you wack??”

“roses are red,
violets are blue,
Im a rotten poet,
Still better then you.

:P”

“You people have too much time on your hands, get a life.”

“Hey Lumberjack..how are ya?

Loooooonely hikerchick?? : )”

“Lighten up, troll”