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Welcome! C'mon in and set a spell. I
will be adding to the "Poetry Corner" as the muse moves. This room will be for poetry of all moods: whimsical, serious, contemplative,
some just fun - on all and any subjects as they present themselves to be written. Poetry seems to be a medium that is composed
"on the other side" and then the muse whispers in the writer's ear, taking advantage of his pen.
(Spread the word - all this stuff here, and everywhere
on my site, except moving graphics, is copyright to Tucker Ridge - me, Marion Tucker .*)
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Yessir...
When I make my world
there'll be no February
or March.
Seems to me
a more reasonable thing
to slide from January thaw
straight on into spring.
Yessir.
Winter's provocatively bearable
for awhile -
even needed,
Else how could we recognize
the worth of
of spring & summer -
or fall?
But there's no excuse
a'tall
for February or March.
Nosir.
mt
Haiku To You
Unless we have grown
better onions, we should not
Advise the farmer.
mt
"By Their Fruits..."
People. Life.
Peace. Strife.
The bubbling cauldron,
complex simplicity.
So many different
people, full of truth -
of duplicity.
Boiled down
into two kinds,
All the bodies,
all the minds:
Builders
or destroyers,
Givers, takers.
Unlike in westerns
they come disguised.
But we can learn
to recognize
The keepers of truth,
The tellers of lies,
by acceptance
of simple fact:
There is a white.
There is a black.
One chooses sun,
the other dark,
Whichever color
is the heart.
On one side
he plants his feet
and rarely
Steps across the street.
mt
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On The Third Day
Magic fills the air
(I've heard that line somewhere,)
Come April, May and June
You'll hear the fluted tune
of woodland fairies, the whisper
of their ballets
A they strew color helter-skelter
in perfect distribution, exploding
through
the valleys.
You can reach out and
grab a handful of air
So real, so vibrant,
charging every cell,
Lifting you from the surface
in a feast of sight and smell
As the lead of winter drops off.
You could join the merry band
of regal vagabonds, could you
but catch them in their headlong rush
to carpet all surfaces
in an explosion of green
-
not a crevice left barren -
and dancing colors, a new entry
every day, shouting
the Easter theme.
mt
A New Beat to Drum
(Knowledge to sum...)
Amazing.
Centuries of written knowledge;
So few letters to choose from.
Poems, philosophies,
histories,
ad infinitum.
So few notes use,
yet always
a new song to be sung.
Walk Wide
Come stride the galaxies
with me.
Be free
to run with the sun.
Be one.
Hold hands with the Universe -
& the daisy.
mt
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Don't forget to come on back & visit.
(No smoking allowed, so's you'll always be comfortable.)
I'll be adding new stuff and soon's I get the time, I'll plop in some of my illustrations that go with it. I'll also
be adding - right quick - a "Story Room" for some of my published stories about growing up on Tucker
Ridge in the 30's-40's, on the Tucker Farm, deep in the Maine woods, where there was more bear than people. (The 'star'
of my Tucker Ridge tales is my Grampa Roy, who was, among other endeavors, a Maine Guide. )
I'll also be setting up my "Cook
Room" for some of Grammie Tucker's old farm recipes - like her famous, fluffy buttermilk biscuits or vinegar
candy; the "Cook Room Chamber" (There'll be a story on just what a Cook Room Chamber is,)
with old timey crafts and such; a place for the old tried 'n true home remedies and herbal stuff.
(I won't be telling you all what to use for when you're ailing, lessen some zealous g'ment sluth is lurking to haul me in
for prescribing medicine. I'll just be telling you what all folk have been using for lo these thousands of years - without
an arm's length of scarry side effects - and what works for me.)
Well, there'll be more stuff 'n that as we go
along. But this is for starters. That's how everything gets to be in the first place - by starting. So "book
mark" me and keep on visiting! (& don't forget to pop on over to my ebay store to keep a watch on my available
miniature paintings. Just click https://tuckerridge.tripod.com/ But BOOK MARK this
site first! - cause ebay don't allow no links back to our web sites!
*Now for those of you who know the copyright
laws, please suffer me to rehearse them for those who don't. You'd be amazed - I am! - at how many folk don't understand
that when a writer or an artist writes or paints something that what they have created is instantly copyrighted to them, according
to the copyright laws governing writers and artists.
That means hands off! Even when a painting, for example,
sells, the copyright, reproduction rights are still the property of the artist. And this copyright stays in force until the
writer or artist has been gone, dead, caput for 70 years. The copyright laws for writers and artists are not like stuff that
needs a patent to protect them for 17 or so years and then have to be changed or updated and a new patent obtained. After
all, you can't rewrite a book or change a painting. So if'n you want to use something here, you have to get my written
permission or wait 'til I'm gone and my heirs pretty much too. So all you'll have to do is wait about 90+ years and have at
it. To reiterate: All paintings, images, illustrations, stories, poems, WORDS, hiccups or whatever - except
moving graphics - on this site are copyright to me, marion tucker/Tucker Ridge Enterprises - as of the nano-second
they are born. Hey, I didn't make the laws. But I'm sure glad they're there! After all, it took me all my lifetime to gather
and learn and practice and experience and all that stuff to be able to write/create what I do. Same for all us writers/artists.
And it's our bread 'n butter. Thank you for understanding. mt
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