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February 01, 2022

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To JoAnne on Our 20th Anniversary

August 13, 2022

To Jo Anne on July 22, 2009 Our 20 th Anniversary By Teak Kilmer When I am with you, I am When I am not with you I think of you and I am I see you in the garden my heart lifts. I am happy for you you tend and weed me too I rub you when you hurt make dinners; remove the trash even when I am scarcely present because these and more are due you no matter the wage A thought of you propels me I am with you and I am

Cruise Diary

August 31, 2021

Cruise Diary By Teak Kilmer This is the first poem I ever wrote (Nov. 1996) - beyond greeting cards. A friend had given me “Writing Down the Bones” years earlier. On this Royal Caribbean cruise, I started reading it; began a poetic diary; read this part of same at the amateur competition; was stunned at the degree of positive audience response and sold fourteen copies @ $15. The first person offered me $100 for a copy: I told him that was too much as I would offer it for less to others. He stuffed $50 into my shirt pocket and said that he would not pay me any less. He then offered to support my wife and me on his dude ranch, so that I could focus just on poetry writing. My wife didn’t want to leave Minnesota because her family is here which I supported, but I sure missed a chance. Of snorkeling I’ll begin this cruising journalese with fish in coats of many colors and personalities floating in the water to the rhythm of the ...

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 ...

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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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