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August 10, 2021

MY BREATH

By Teak Kilmer

My breath deceives me

every night

but every morn

I brush it bright

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Spiritual Etymology

February 03, 2022

Spiritual Etymology by Teak Kilmer Pythagoras discovered God through the amazing orderliness of the Universe proven in mathematics. An early proof for me is what lies hidden in language . One day I discovered (without cover, to reveal) the true essence of the word Universe (see description below) and thus began my quest to explore word origins and my elation at their once intended wonder. Note how the ancients viewed the world, how spiritually they experienced it, how much more forgiving and beautiful their experience and how we have reduced the concepts of our religious and spiritual terms, made blessings into mundane and even sometimes punitive, fear, guilt-ridden and controlling concepts. One of these concepts is the concept of dogma. One day, I looked at the word dogma , and it seemed to be struggling to get my attention. I had never had this happen before. I looked at the word carefully and diligently, and I realized that dogma spelled backwards is “Am God” ; theref

The Words

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The Words By Teak Kilmer Circa 2008 I love the way the words are strung about the neck of my mind ─ like ladies in waiting that but moments before stood mute “Did I hear you speak,” I seem to say. “Is it time to play?” Oh, words, oh lovely words ─ my gratitude, my dance you made me love you and, indeed, I was born to love you thus in my heart I pledge to you forever … room and board

Why Frogs?

May 03, 2022

Why Frogs? By Teak Kilmer August 3 rd 2002 Frogs don’t fly, don’t sing, don’t do much of anything ... except to croak and peep and when scared, they leap sit on fronds on lilly ponds but frogs don’t fly, don’t sing don’t do much of anything ... save grow their webby toes sidelong snare yucky bugs with their tongue-tongs that are longer than most drinking songs and other frogs of whom they’re fond to they’ll snuggle-up and bond ... but frogs don’t fly, don’t sing don’t do much of anything... except do frog kicks to exercise deep in water, then they rise in purple, green and red some are even blonde it’s said but frogs don’t fly, don’t sing don’t do much of anything ... yet pose on covers of greeting cards for which on my visa I may charge and hereon write poems like this and wish you oodles of birthday bliss HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Mabel Grandpa Teak I wrote this on the i

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Teak: My name is Teak Kilmer, well really, it's Thalas Garadus Groospeck Macelious Quackenbush Michael Meiers Kilmer Jr. (and that's the reason I’m an alcoholic). Truth be told, these are more names than are on my birth certificate, but I grew up believing these were all my names (a joke my family played on me). I really am an addict and have emotion sickness from trauma and genetics. My life has been a wild but challenging ride. I have accomplished much, met nearly 50 famous people, and have a plethora of amazing stories. I'm also an observer of life, a poet, writer, copy editor, amateur 'spiritual' etymologist, fine furniture artist, former and co-founder of the Minnesota Woodworkers' Guild (now second largest in the nation), reformer of the American massage equipment industry from basically nearly junk quality to having maybe the best equipment anywhere. At age 15, in 1956, I successfully began a civil rights movement in my high school fraternity. In 1957, I formed and directed the Dacey Family Charity to replace my fraternity brother's home that burned down and was not insured. This intro is continued on my blog titled: An Intro -Teak the Poet Tree.

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