Short Chainsaws Poems

The orchestral trees
echo sounds of the woodwinds…
and buzz of chainsaws!...

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they're
cutting
down the
last big tree
on my street
unwittingly re
leasing a giant
honey bee as the
buzzing of chainsaws
sting         my          ears...

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We invented the spear, and the mammoths were dead.
Then our flintlocks and muskets filled bison with dread.
Next came chainsaws and oil:
planting bones in the soil.
What new wonders I wonder will spring from our head?...

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The chainsaws are roaring
this Friday morning
dissecting the tree
that meant so much to me.

I counted the rings,
amidst broken things,
over four hundred years,
I count through my tears.

I try to let go,
not let my pain show,
I struggle to sleep
as the great Oak weeps....

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Alive -
The Tree speaks
Through it’s bark.

Truth -
Another death
Among a forest
Of regret.

Listen -
Do you hear the chainsaws?
Do you see the bird’s nest?
Can you breath without air?

Think -
It knows the cure
To our diseases.
Our planet’s Lungs.

Dead -
It can’t tell you
As a Table....

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beware the dark night
         zombies lurk to snatch raw flesh --
      blood oozing on nails


in macabre hours--
     spiked claws  rip heart valves
for howling  carnage


say all your prayers
     before chainsaws rupture heads--
 massacre starts, now



Contest of Tracie: Spooky 'Ku
by nette onclaud...

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I heard them groaning
I heard the chainsaws sawing--
the maples lay dead


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October 16, 2013


Poetry/Senryu/dead maples
Copyright Protected, ID 10-513-335-16
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France


For the Standard contest, Senryu, 
sponsor, Black Eyed Susan, Judged 2013

Honorable Mention...

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i've got something in mind you see
it's going to be about something related to chainsaws you see
i've got ideas in my head for it

but one concern is that this will be a better poem
than the poem i have in my head about chainsaws
which might then mean that 

my notes and thoughts on potential
future poems might be better
than my actual poems

but i read the complete notes & diaries of William Wordsworth
it was crap 
...

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it's cuz i like you just
to spite you sweep you off
your feet bittersweet dirty
broken feet walking paths
unpaved. 
it's cuz i want you that i
taunt you haunt your halls
hidden between shadows 
broken laws chainsaws 
i lick your brain to turn you
insane playing in the rain
fight do not refrain.
it's cuz i understand you 
that i hate you it's too late
to wash the sins sink with
in spread throughout i'm a
mirage dripdrop in your 
drought....

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