http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/forums/14 en-us Copyright 2006, Yuku feeds@yuku.com (FeedMaster) webmaster@yuku.com (WebMaster) Wed, 05 Nov 2003 10:36:19 GMT Yuku Feeds 1.0 http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 60 http://static.yuku.com//feed/bypass/images/button-yuku.png http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/forums/14 Yuku - free hosted forums and profiles 88 31 {pics-1.1 "http://www.icra.org/ratingsv02.html" l gen true for "http://yuku.com" r (nz 1 vz 1 lz 1 oz 1 cz 1 ) "http://www.rsac.org/ratingsv01.html" l gen true for "http://yuku.com" r (n 0 s 0 v 0 l 0 )) Search Domain q http://yuku.com/search/direct/ http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/885/t/Days-Of-Autumn.html They bring back such sweet memories
The smell of wood smoke from a fire
Lit to chase off the early morning chill

Running o'r the hills and hollows
Feet swishing through the new fallen leaves
As me and old Jude chase Mr. Ringtail

Woooo hound!

Across Gartman's orchard, over toward Pretty Water lake
Down a creek bed, dark from the over hanging trees
Bare limbs like goastly hands reaching up in worship the... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (gardnercarson) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/885 Wed, 29 Oct 2003 19:36:12 GMT http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/886/t/God-s-Chariot.html Watching falling stars shoot across the sky
I remember Grandma telling me that they were god's Chariots
Sent to take an angel home

Just before she died, she sent me outside
To watch for the chariot that would take her home
I asked if I could go with her
She said, "No! The chariot only had room for one."
But she would be waiting at the station
When my chariot arrived

I must have sat there for two hours... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (gardnercarson) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/886 Tue, 28 Oct 2003 20:31:56 GMT http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/887/t/Monday-Morning-Gossip.html Just as the sky begin to lighten with the dawn
Then quickly moved around to the west

I had just stepped out on my front porch
With a cup of coffe to welcome the sunrise
When I heard it

Two Cardinals were telling
How Mr. Squirrel had spent the night in a different tree
I wondered what all the barking and fussing
Going on in the hickory tree was about

Mr. and Mrs. Bluejay wer fussing as usual
While the teenage... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (gardnercarson) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/887 Sun, 21 Sep 2003 16:57:11 GMT http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/888/t/Creepy-Crawlers-Dedicated-to-my-wife-Janice-gave-me-the-sub.html Creepy Crawlers everywhere
On the ceiling, on the floor, in the atic, the basement, on the wall
Do I have them in my hair?
How I hate them one and all

Snakes and lizards, spiders and bugs
Snails, and slippery slimy slugs
I see them in my sleep, I think I feel something on my feet

Cockroaches throw me into a tizzy
Snakes and spiders, make me feel faint and dizzy
My husband thinks I'm silly
I ask you;... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (gardnercarson) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/888 Mon, 04 Aug 2003 17:50:14 GMT http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/889/t/Cookies-and-Milk.html I went to see my Grandma, and found my favorite puppy had died
Grandma took me up into her lap
Dried my tears on the corner of her apron
She put a plate of cookies and a pitcher of milk on the table
Said the world always looks brighter after cookies and milk
So we sat there and talked and even laughed until they both were empty

When I was ten my best friend, Cindy had to move away because her daddy was out of work
Mamma... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (gardnercarson) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/889 Wed, 09 Jul 2003 16:36:26 GMT http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/890/t/To-mark-and-the-other-moderators-The-Ghost-Crow-.html Filled with a great hunger
Searching, hunting, scratching and pecking
Down the Superhighway he sores
Eyes ever alert

There, something catches his eye
And old friend has returned
With a knowing heart he is sure this will assuage his hunger
For he has fed on her food before

After feeding and toasting the host
He is still not satisfied
So again he sores on his great white wings
Quickly he begins... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (gardnercarson) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/890 Wed, 25 Jun 2003 15:20:05 GMT http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/891/t/Everybody-Has-One.html Be he or she, old or young
There is no barrier of race or creed
No land is exempt
East or West, Artic or Antarctic

They never wear out
In fact they seem to grow bigger and bigger
The more they are used
Ownership is often claimed by more than one
Though they be on opposite sides of the ocean

They're not hard to find
And new ones are born every day
Some are handed down from generation to generation
Those that have them... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (gardnercarson) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/891 Wed, 09 Apr 2003 18:28:03 GMT http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/892/t/Melody-Of-The-Night.html That has been cleansed by a gentle rain
The wind has calmed to a cooling breeze
With coffee cup in hand I step out on the porch
To listen to Mother Nature's production of the opera

A chorus of tree frogs opens the program
Chirping in perfect harmony
Ones starts in the corner of the yard
Answered by one over by the well
Perhaps Romeo and Juliet
Others start to join; in one's and two's
Until the night is... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (gardnercarson) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/892 Sat, 01 Mar 2003 11:24:03 GMT http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/893/t/Good-Morning-Charlie.html Sets and watches as children and adults
Travel to school and work
I don't know if he is counting cars
Or just enjoys the waves and greetings

His warm brown eyes belie his age
As told by the gray hair on his face
Rain or shine he is there five days a week
Only on the coldest days does he wear a coat

Some greet him with a; "Hi Charlie"
Others offer a handshake
Some of the children stop and chat for... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (gardnercarson) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/893 Thu, 14 Nov 2002 12:44:52 GMT http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/894/t/Chasing-My-Dreams.html Like a butterfly from blossom to blossom
Seeking the sweet nectar of life

I tasted a rose here, a daisy there
A patch of clover comes into view
I am captivated and think I'll stay
In this beautiful meadow
The rest of my days and play

Then on the wind
Comes the cherry trees in bloom
So off I fly
This I must surely try
Alas though providing a intoxicating elixir
The cherry blossom is short lived

Again I take... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (gardnercarson) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/894 Fri, 08 Nov 2002 15:59:04 GMT http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/896/t/This-Time-It-s-To-Late.html Saying, I'm Sorry! I'm Sorry!
Like so many times before
This time it's to late
I can not hear you

With tears running down your cheek
You beg forgiveness
Like so many times before
This time it's to late
I can not forgive you

You follow me out the door
Promising never to do it again
Like so many times before
This time it's to late
You'll never hurt me again

A policeman shakes his head
As he puts of the... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (gardnercarson) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/896 Mon, 26 Aug 2002 12:26:58 GMT http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/899/t/Two-Sips.html The wife she did snip
Was from the bottle ye did tip
Shut your lip
I quickly quip
'Twas only a couple of sips

Aye says she, "I suppose it's true
Ye must give the Devil his due"
Then of course the Lord must have two
And what would your dear departed father do
If ye did not salute him too
Then there is your friend O'Toole

Wife says I,
"Me patience you do truly try
What reason would I have to... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (gardnercarson) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/899 Tue, 23 Jul 2002 20:38:43 GMT http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/898/t/Two-Sips.html The wife she did quip
Was from the bottle ye did tip
Shut your lip
I quickly quip
'Twas only a couple of sips

Aye says she, "I suppose it's true,
Ye must give the Devil his due"
Then of course, the Lord must have two
And what would your dear departed father do
If ye did not salute him too
Then thers your friend, O'toole

Wife says I,
"Me patience you do truly try".
What reason do I have to... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (gardnercarson) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/898 Tue, 23 Jul 2002 20:24:28 GMT http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/900/t/Summer-Rain.html Climbing higher and higher, getting darker and darker
Lightening flashes like the forked tongue of a serpent
As thunder sends sound waves crashing through the air

The breeze becomes a strong wind as the clouds move closer
The smell of rain falling in the Oklahoma dust
Brings joy to our hearts
Even the animals in the corral begin to frolic in anticipation

As the first drops begin to fall
Baby chicks seek... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (gardnercarson) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/900 Thu, 20 Jun 2002 16:16:51 GMT http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/901/t/When-Bare-Feet-Meet.html As a cotton headed boy, dressed in bib overalls
Strolls down a country road, slicing the heads from weed dragons on the side of the road
Eight years old not a thought of the future except for what's for supper

Five hundred miles away
A little girl in a homemade cotton sack dress
Chases crawdads and frogs with her brother in the stream behind her grandmother's farm
Sometimes dreaming of her knight in shinning armour

Both stroll along... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (gardnercarson) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/901 Wed, 12 Jun 2002 18:14:25 GMT http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/895/t/Sacrifice-To-Our-Modern-Way-of-Life.html The corsage she never got to wear

Heading home from the dressmaker
With her new wedding gown

All the excitement and dreams
running through her head
She never saw the light change to red

The tractor trailer driver hurrying home
Had the picture branded on his mind

Of the terrified look on his daughter's face
As the car slammed into the hood

Young love forever lost
A parents' world... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (gardnercarson) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/895 Sat, 08 Jun 2002 11:35:37 GMT http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/897/t/Mouse-In-The-Outhouse.html While visiting the outhouse one day
I was sitting whistling my favorite tune
"When Johnny Comes Marching Home"

Jill came poking her nose out of the, paper box
To see what all the whistling was about
She looked around for a minute
Then ducked back into the box

I gently moved the news papers and catalogs aside
Jill had a nice little bed of chewed paper in one corner
With three little pink mice in... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (gardnercarson) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/897 Tue, 30 Apr 2002 15:13:46 GMT http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/903/t/Worthless-Life.html What caused that first cell to appear
No one knows
Theories abound by the thousands

After millions of years life is wonderfully abundant,
in all it's various forms
Too complicated to comprehend, yet so fragile
A bug races across the floor, instantly squashed

A life gone in a instant of time
That took millions of years to create
Carelessly we scatter poison across fields
Slaughter animals by the millions

Life is treated... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (gardnercarson) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/903 Tue, 23 Apr 2002 05:20:25 GMT http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/904/t/The-Hickory-Tree.html Having nothing to mark the location they place a small golden cross and a hickory nut... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (gardnercarson) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/904 Thu, 18 Apr 2002 19:34:23 GMT http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/905/t/I-Believe-At-Least-I-Think-I-Do-.html At least I don't think I do

I do not believe in ghosts
At least I don't think I do

I do not believe in life after death
At least I don't think I do

I do believe in things I see
At least I think I do

I do believe in what I hear
At least I think I do

I do believe in what I feel
At least I think I do

Lately some strange things have been happening
That make me question what I believe

Last night i sat... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (gardnercarson) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/905 Sun, 14 Apr 2002 14:29:22 GMT