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A list of Essential Reads -- START HERE

August 09, 2022

Essential Reads TeakthePoetTree.blogspot.com These are some of the entries in my blog, ones that are a good overview and a good place to start to see if you are interested in reading more. There are many humorous, meaningful, fascinating and even gut wrenching stories, poems, philosophical aphorisms, jokes and much more. Enjoy! First Read: INTRO AND THEN START WITH: The Words then Meditation Home More Jokes and Stuff Epitaph Minnesota Seasons Push Mower Amusements Ireland Ode to the Fart Pant-ing; or My Genes have the Blues Somewhere there is a Boy Peanut Butter and Bacon The Puntiff St. Valentine’s Card The Fats of Life Topsy Turvey Hi Dad Flowers Airy Nothings PERHAPS THE REASON I WAS BORN, THE FOLLOWING: Spiritual Etymology Cleverisms-A Collection Cruise Diary Eight Eight Eighty Eight Cinnamon Battery Soap I Am I Will Miss You My Prayer My Tub Muses, Quotes Nina Simone

Minnesota Seasons

September 17, 2021

MINNESOTA SEASONS By Teak Kilmer Spring Sprang Sprung I’m glad I have a lung. The nose too is convenient, As in Spring’s air I swoon obedient. Summer Wummer Woo The air’s too hot to moo. But if I go soak my head I might not fall down dead. Fall Faller Fallest Trees vie to see who’s baldest. Birds…take a powder For Louisiana chowder. Winter Wander Wonder Ya gotta wonder did God blunder, But “no”, says he, Mr. G “Winter’s to be grateful for the other three”.

The Fats of Life

June 04, 2021

The Fats of Life By: Teak Kilmer Circa 2004 I love fats: marinated, mesquite chip, char-broiled juicy, thick, porterhouse steaks, ketchup soaked, dripping burgers and oozing fries, Coho salmon floating in white sauce Fats Waller ─ now that was one jive cat stompin’ music, rhythms spiraling heavenward melodies, harmonies and euphonies, stirred and stirring the innocent caramel and whipping cream soaked chocolate amaretto cheese cake ice creams marbled with dancing flavors aroma and color therapies of Crayolas jumping out’ their box in groups of sixty-four, greasing my coloring book lipstick ─ the one crayon remaining to my allowance soothing me with memory, intimacy and promise organic extra virgin olive oil drenching onioned and herbed, whole grain French sourdough OH, AND ... BUTTER ... pooled in toe-curling-flavored red kuri ( oh, my God! ) squash fatty tissue gathered lovingly in nice places on my sweetie Fats Domino who “Ain’...

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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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