The woodsman has a passed down axe
Ground down and honed for action
The woodsman is not a coward,
And cuts only the trees and the lamb,
And occasionally a Goth or two.
The woodsman doesn't fuck around
He doesn't whine for attention
He lives alone in the woods:
Wipes his ass with prehistoric fern,
Wades into freezing mountain streams
To catch trout bare handed.
The woodsman doesn't think about suicide
Because he's too busy cutting
Into the next challenge
A group of suburban EMO
Sissies camping in the -
- Wrong forest. The woodsman
Strokes his mustache with calloused
hands that only a mother could love.
He adjusts his suspenders, and
Exits his cabin to thin out the
Weak, again, and again, and again
A Grizzly Adams-Ted Bundy
Everyday is a Sunday
For the woodsman.
Author notes
Cutters are like damaged tires, worthless, and BORING
Unless on fire, or careening down the freeway -- Into on coming
traffic.
Written December 9th, 2004
In a list
A contest entry
- Plethera of ideas by ATsGirl 03.
600 points, ended December 10, 2004, 11 entries
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there is one comment up there that has me in freakin stitches laughing... juice just came out my gnoze! ok.. um... like do you know it all or what? hahahahahahhahhahahahahh omg.... ok
getting a grip...
I liked this.. there is a sexy feel to the rough sort of dangerous man... reminds me of my boyfriend lol...
Where is this cabin? I want to visit lol -
Loved callused hands as they would be in the cold elements (also maybe a ref to age). You always have a knack of picking the most obcure choices and turning them into an exclusive genre yet writing in a style which makes me feel i am in the presence of these people/places. This reminded me of the film : the passion of darkly noon (one of my fave films) Its richer than mama's fruit cake and the plates been licked dry.
Elegant and full frontal poetry. (whatever that means it came into my head so i woont repress it).
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Whoa!
What a hunk of horror. This one sent a chill up my spine, and drew more macabre pictures for me than Stephen King (mostly because he takes up a lot of space throwing his stuff in the fire, so to speak).
Possible point of correction: This may be an English/American thing, but on this side of the pond there is no `grinded'. Rather, the word `ground' is used. -
I cut with a dull eraser from Uranus.
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Haha, I like it. Very subtle. Your author comments made me laugh too
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Wood's good! But it's no wonder this woodsman has an attitude. Money might be a bit more pliable to wipe one's astrals with because prehistoric ferns leave little spores behind on one's backside. I know these things... I live in the wildnerness... for real and I'm going to be setting traps now that I know you are doing some weeding.
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I know what you are trying to get at with this, but, I think this is kind if ignorant as well. This poem is written like the author knows everything and everyone else is just an idiot. That is at least, what I took from it.
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Good catch, thanks.
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imaginative
a well-written and thoughtful poem, resonant in its use of language and its implied references to the modrn world we live in...an enjoyable read.
there may be a typo in this following couplet:
The woodsman doesn't think about suicide
Because he's to busy cutting (too busy)
all the best in the contest -
i hope you're a winner,
myron.
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