Teak, The Poet Tree

Topsy Turvey March 19, 2009 … (25 minutes to write) By Teak Kilmer, SEE    A Prompt for Cursive Writer’s Group: Think of Phrases Common, Make Observations Uncommon   Waste not; want not … want is waste late night eating feeds my hazardous waist   If you can’t say anything good, say nothing at all … but you can always say something good   When you are drawing a blank, what colors do you use?   Picture this: a person head over heels…do you have it yet? “Heels over head” would be posture akimbo!   A prisoner is one or thing that im-prisons A prisonee is one incarcerated! Hence describe: “escapee” and “escaper”.   Finish the sequence: tenth, ninth, eighth, seventh, sixth, fiveth , fourth … threeth, twoth, oneth .  Note – we mispronounce “two” (it should be obvious that two does not rhyme with too and neither does to) and “one”, should rhyme with; bone, cone, phone, and stone   War is Hell so why are we so in love with it? War is proof of failure   The penis mightier than the sword Sex

  To Richard Rainbolt ─ Who Helped Me to Ask Only For the Healing of My Perceptions By Teak Kilmer, SEE On the day you left this plane and planet: May 13, 2011     How fitting it is that Richard would be the first in our original Course in Miracles core group to make the passage ; He has always led the way when it comes to passages; He knew them because he loved and lived them and (in soft, calm voice) refrained them reassuringly   I have envied him this and wondered how he got it so completely I realize now as I sit here that I had wanted to ask him how he knew , what made his epiphany become him, but I let distraction get my attention instead of the question that will not be asked   Three decades ago after a Unity Church service, Arne Wasberg followed me to asking Richard to lead a Course in Miracles group on Sunday nights He rejoiced in the offer and the opportunity and in the task, and we basked in his light, his … peace week after week, ye

  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 pain, exhaustion barely do enable   because these and more are due you no matter the wage A thought of you propels me   I am with you and I am    

  To His ‘Wholiness’   The Pun-tiff By Teak Kilmer, SEE November 25, 2017   Our friend Roger was born physically challenged, unable ever to even ride a bike,   but he is a person of marvelous spiritual beauty and a punster extraordinaire.   Know we a one who’s very punny and by this stroke is very funny His talents in this regard hoist all comers by such petard   Pun-tificates does he this lad till no one round him could be sad lifts he one’s spirits, rustles one’s belly turning all about to rosy jelly   As lad, had no skill in such as punting   thus became the class punner which all do know is much more funner He does this art sans pun- or pun-cil … just spews at will from oral enuncils   His utterances disarm with pun-ch and beauty as trippingly he does this humor duty our Roger Curtner: one man pun-demic he thus doberman pun-cher and pun-ny tat we gift aglee   as off they swift him to the pun-itentiary

  To Albe Julius Meiers, A Tribute On His Ninety-First Birthday And A Eulogy That We Get To Watch Him Hear By Teak Kilmer September 12, 2010       Albe has lived life fulfilled, fulfilled of ham and chicken wings two hours taken breakfasting of victuals myriad, bold and bolstering Chewing he could teach to cows, but chew he must to swallow things A cause methinks of his longevity, and since he eats just anything that sates his palette, rich and sweet in amounts bewildering for a man of such shallow verticality and slight of height he brings   Humor fills him too and us in amusements by wit and behaviors oft astonishing hung up in downspouts, bicycle and trash can tricks, in these for us a Fairy King anyone in front of him would soon be his pal; he’d know about them nearly everything even more than food he has appreciated and been most excellent at chattering a man of gratitude and joy despite life challenges and depression’s urgings He grew up full

  This, My Final Cycle By Teak Kilmer July 1, 2010 at Cursive Writers’ Group   ...written using only the words provided on a tray of magnetized verse to be ; and randomly furnished to each us by Julie, our leader du jour, just before commencing this piece, our assignment–fourth in a series using only the words provided on the trays.     I am that almost moment of serenity a hair away by laugh or music from the surreal truth that makes doubt will its way to grace, a choice, the parent of Spirit’s knowing, sustaining beauty through prayer and meditation   giving hope of birth (of this life saving) husbanding health, relief, but life looms by deep cycles I walk them, asking why, why so hard my soul to understand, to gently pamper feeling that I would use surgery to remove, but must accept?   I would protect my young fiery pleasure as less aesthetic skin and self do show the thing to hardly I can bear as last breath draws more near to t

  The Price of Poetry By Teak Kilmer Circa 1998   Hello there, Mr. Amazon.com I’m hoping your site is the one from I can buy some serious pain put my psyche in a twit of strain and by so doing, great verse I will pen thus be a great poet and tragedienne but please Mr. Amazon.com my meager purse therefrom to exact but a cheap price … take from my flesh but a thin slice                      Yours sincerely,                    Teak Kilmer   Dear Teak, by e-mail you got us and pain we do have right up to your epiglotis but if writer you would be of verse expressed extraordinarily then excruciating anguish you must know in thought and feeling and even in your re me dough so in this we’ll not reduce the price nor otherwise be nice for only sacrifice suffice For poets we take whole flesh pie, not slice We always do our best for bards to deal the very worst of cards so if you’re to snuggle up to glory it’s by nail beds you’ll get your