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Revive the Breakage

High upon the highest heights I see the most tremulous sight A small girl, fair and tranquil Smiling strangely, sitting still Beneath a sobbing willow tree She recites a verse upon her knee She sings a rhythmic hymn Not of death, nothing grim But prays that life will return Even for those who are doomed to burn The girl is a woman now Beneath the tree and upon the cloud She whispers, “I am watching you” Why then are you so blue? A single tear of sadness and joy Rejuvenate the quirky earthly boy Who sits down beneath the blooming tree Listening to her silent voice attentively She reminds him she was once young too That she also was a misty shade of blue But when the boy grows into man He has come to ignore the fair woman Who watches him still from above Burning and swelling with disdainful love The ways of the world have sweltered his heart And time has torn his soul apart Thus he has lost all innocence and light Battling his sinful lust—an endless plight! I watch as he feeds on others’ pains and fears Reducing the vigilant woman to tears The prayer of the innocent has been ignored Life has died and hellfire stored Into the hearts of the impotent In blue, fires of haze their heart is sent Toiling in misery and lament Savaged and severed by our regret The heavenly woman grows old and frail And the man still treads the sinful trail As the rotting tree withers into dust Can I revive it? –I must! Low as low can possibly be I watch myself condescendingly A tombstone, gray and hell-bent Frowning knowingly in bewilderment Above the dust that once was a tree She cries out a verse anxiously Faintly she whispers the undying hymn Not of happiness, nothing of whim And prays that life will come to end For those that break instead of bend

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |


Amid the woods and snow he saw her form,
predestined oracle he sensed this was,
her recollected glance, was lone in storm,
outside the chapel she became first cause .

Lit were the chandelier's ocher chandelles,
his heartbeat thrummed an airy rhythmic spell,
the forest snowstorm reeled - shaped ghostly belles
invited him beneath the ringing knell.

Their Angel's bliss, his soul received in flames,
adept and kind the whisper of her voice,
"- Forgiveness calms those who indulge in blames;
devoutness is the prelude of free choice."

Outside he stepped beneath the Abbey's knell:
His voice dispersed above the snow and mass,
in cold embraced the iron wrought of bells,
- as waxen light passed through the chapel's glass.

His mind and woods enjoined in forceful prayer,
spells sacrosanct and numinous instilled,
in abstinence the sanctified abbe,
abandoned Convent life to years and thrills.

Escaped then he, to meet the woods in dark,
amidst their sovereign heights he was her groom,
continuum of time and space to arc,
his childhood's wraith became in mists and tomb.

© G. V. 01-04-2012 All rights reserved
(Iambic Pentameter)

Details | Rhyme royal | |



The master of the light scopes on the brae,
bequeathing her the dusk that sweeps the fields,
his manly thoroughness and thought's cache,
in front of her transmitting aura yields,
while dark befalls around her form and shields;
whatever poised the shades' outlines as real
became Nyx' pass, became the fog's slack seal.

Her thoughts metamorphose, so e'er unplanned
to skyward borders where the maiden's prayers
amid apocryphal of aisles expand,
and winding they disperse, dew forlorn heirs;
the flutter of the blackbird drives her tears 
and beatific perfect form that fades -
domain of conquered arbor woods and glades.

For Gaia's daughter begs to be transformed,
her perfect structure turns to laurel bole,
her splendid mane to foliage and adorned
the woods shall bear her innocence of soul; 
the Nymph persists upon her vestal role,
cantabile his harp and sunshine beams,
forever meet the spieling of her dreams.

© 02-01-2014, G. Venetopoulos
(Rhyme Royal)

Daphne was a Nymph of the streams, Apollo's beloved.
Please, read the "about the poem" details...

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

with scents of sandalwood

The shadows shape upon the fields
agrestic pictures within glance
assuage the darkness and advance
annealed the sky that shines and shields.

Two bellwether outshining stars
bedaub the darkness that derides
the grooms of brines and Siren brides,
- deep rooted are soul's iron bars.

The Autumn rain arrived today
amidst bedizened gowns and deems
blithe - random forms on clouds regimes
that gallivant the dawn's delay.

Unmoved the stars - surreal hood
(beholden night, the smiles evades)
the solitude and dreams she raids
with resin scents of sandalwood.

The woods (like stars) and souls are still
billet the travelers and wraiths
vibrato of the man who breathes
her olive eyes that deep instill.

The sandalwood and olive eyes
transform the night to sovereign frame
that streams the songs above to claim
the sky's two stars' eternal prize.

© G. V., 09-13-2013
(Iambic tetrameter)

Details | Ode | |

Thracian Eve

Subsequent the fog walls act
white solitaire of dampness sway
the sovereign tall of woods display
- adaxial their lives protract.

Amidst the woods and in the haze
diffused in air's the deep green light
advertent nymph's in veils white
- and ancient Thracian spirits' phase.

An aisling she appeared and ere
her solitude his stare absorbed
she spelled his name - a song birds curbed
- betrothal mountains' claim of ne'er.

A melody of singing aves
upon the slopes where lantern-moons
interconnected with the tunes,
- aloneness of her festal Eves.

Belike beams floated on air streams
the Gods invited while fog's soars,
agremones clothe ancient wars
entwined with Strymon's seaward themes.

Aberdevines on Thracian wold
and nightingales' expanded song
the mountain mists embrace erelong
- abthane the temples eyes behold.

She fled to sooth on ether's heights
steep slopes that mortals followed thence
amid the thyme their lives commence
when nightingales invite the nights.

© G. V., 05-24-2013 All rights reserved
(Ode - Iambic tetrameter)

Details | Villanelle | |

Initials on a Tree

I sign your initials on an old tree And surround it with a heart of desire I want the world out there to come and see The world needs to see our heart completely That’s been put on this tree with love and fire I sign your initials on an old tree People want to view this tree tenderly It’s not like the tree sits on any mire I want the world out there to come and see Heart is formed with love eventually The tree should never be placed on a pyre I sign your initials on an old tree Formed are letters of our names perfectly All the letters put on smoothly not dire I want the world out there to come and see The world can see our kind heart lovingly Our love together shall never expire I sign your initials on an old tree I want the world out there to come and see
Russell Sivey Entered into Anne Currin's "Anne's Favorite Poetry Form: Villanelle! (Any Subject)" contest 3/24/2013

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Memories on Branches

How did a cherry kiss? Bitter flower petals with sweet pistils.
So laden they act as halos while we breathe the love
in a pink hollow, silence sounding like taste, acting like epistle
to hold this moment in a silvery image, like moon, or  dove
low, low, a bowl formed while sunshine flickers above.

Chains of yellow petals hang over our deck, the leaves hands--
offer welcome resting branch, our sheltered home.
Seeds follow close, fragile like beans, hard case to feed the land
crawl before God, they say, be grateful as we weed and stir loam.
Together seeds and flowers and hands make a life a poem.

Awaiting the sumac, the flame at summer's ending is fruitless
we've passed the feathering, the pimping of red underneath bristle
the deer horn softness crawling out in oddest places in a mess
lining the sand pond, above the purpled iris, the pestle
of stone and sun, no rain to bring down sumac's fiery trestle.

Vulturous crows squawk and fight the ring-billed sea gulls
waiting, one in the bared hollow hands of the cottonwood
the other fat-bellied and waddling after rain finally dulls
we're under hoodies,  under shivers, our neighborhood
waits the pinking and mossing, will it unfurl new wood?

Details | Couplet | |

Below a Douglas Fir

Below a Douglas Fir tree one beautiful moonlit night I sat there with my Missy as we viewed a lovely sight The aurora borealis was lighting up the sky Then something to my right suddenly caught my eye A gem from outer space tore across the cobalt blue Leaving behind a trail a quite spectacular view Two in trapped capture witnessing a shooting star We wonder where it came from, out there from afar We sat there for ages chatting about the sight we seen Phenomena such as this are generally seen in dreams Below the Douglas Fir tree that beautiful moonlit night We marvelled at it's arrival as it disappears from sight

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Arbor Amore Constanza

"Arbor Amore Constanza Love carved two hearts in old oak tree a delicate design to show true love lingers beyond Moonglow. Leaves embrace feelings flowing free warm winds whisper words throught Time encircle symbol's quiet mime. Love cascades emotions with glee Seasons welcome change as tree stands branches intertwine as held hands. Love evolves in sweet harmony as fruit blossoms to nourish Life fragrant flowers bloom man and wife. Love reveals wooden tapestry impressed into arbor amore' while golden moonlight lovers adore. Love carved two hearts in old oak tree Leaves embrace feelings flowing free Love cascades emotions with glee Love evolves in sweet harmony Love reveals wooden tapestry. *Arbor Amore - Tree Love. *For Andrea Dietrich's Can You Constanza Contest. *August 25, 2012

Details | Free verse | |

Tree, Roots and the Light

Tree  Roots  and  the Light 

The tall Tree was Flying, its leaves high in the sky,

Trying to go beyond the flying kites, towards the light,

Its roots were trying to penetrate the soil, 

Heading in the deep darkness, it kept moving without a shine. 

Higher its branches touched the Crown of mirth, 

Touching the lofty heights of light and the sky,

Its leaves and branches were flying and dancing,

In the joy of touching Light and those untouched, heights.

Some where, not far beyond the skies, lives dearest of our heart and soul,

I saw the Tree kept moving towards that One, it always adored, 

While its beloved roots too, were silently busy in supporting,

Without which, the Tree can never even stand to touch the lofty scores.

I thought and wondered, which one contributes more,

In touching the limitless, lofty heights and the glow of the sky,

The stem, which is blessed to touch the sky, or the roots that resembles,

A true beloved without which, the stem even can not stand for a while. 

The Tall tree was standing before me, unfolding its love towards the Sky,

With a high and prideful head in the sky, the tree was heading towards the glow,

Far away from its beloved roots, to feel the serene touch in the limitless sky, 

Going a little closer to that Glow, which we adore and love and call Almighty.


Kanpur India 22 08 2010 

Details | Narrative | |

"Evil Twin"

"Spiritual Narrative"

After life began,  appeared “Evil Twin” mind’s obvious sin
‘Evil’  naught of nothing, using the power of love’s “something”
Giving rise to evil self, far to left, image of self
Love created, but mind deviated, it’s love abated

Love’s logic created Soul, but I am so bold, left heart’s gold
Lost in a wilderness mind, became the Soul of evil twin
Lost in it’s philosophies, mind’s logic of complexities
Has philosophically debated, Love that created

Saying, ‘how can this Love be the reality of me
I shall exalt above, this creation of heaven’s Love’
But crucifixion of mind regains Love’s self in time
As the mind is refined, Soul is re-aligned, with Love’s vine

Man’s discoveries, pieces of the recoveries, of true self
As pieces of the mind crucified, must learn to abide
From Love light’s truth  cannot hide, reality has not lied
Being one with reality, God true technicality
Evil self is naught, except, in a mind of worldly thoughts
Live of your mind if your will, create life’s bitter pill
Your bitter pill will not spill, into Sacred Heart’s will
This proverb is proverbial,  `Tis non swerve able

Within one’s love, one must abide, for on death’s cross it was tried
Also mind must abide, for on the cross was proven it lied
Death and life was set before, human mind to explore
To show evil twin, death’s sin, just no way for death to win

Make a tree good or make a tree evil, for is by man’s choice
Lie on God if your will,   lie `Tis your own bitter pill’
`Tis by your own choice, by your own voice, `Good or Evil’
Death failed, life’s tree stands still, on yonder hill, alive and well


Details | Haiku | |

Love Like A Mighty Oak

you dried all my tears
i stand proud now like the oak---
no weeping willow

your splendid branches
wrap me into your shadow---
shelter from the storm

wind blows me down
your light lifts me up---
might i dwell in your arms?

written January 28th,2013
for pd's Valentine contest

Details | Rhyme | |

Love Is Who You Are ( NOT, Just Something You Do ) Part 2

The mind has become a problem,
This ghost and goblin,
Throughout Love’s land!

The mind’s imagination, 
Took over,
Love’s invitation,
By a tree of divided information!
It’s like, being love,
But having a relation,
With life and death information!

There was a tree of strife,
Placed in the midst of love’s life,
For purpose of decision,
That caused the house of division!

But a decision was given, to twiddle dee,
For love you see,
Is what the mind’s twiddle dee, be!
But he must see,
By experience, what is best to be,
For the sot has forgotten,
His beloved soul with his cotton,
Love’s seed of the begotten!

For, for the mind to be,
He must truly see,
The love he be!
For love already knows,
As the mind only blows,
What love’s life is yet to learn!
For love created the life,
That mind turned to strife!

With mind being only a part to life,
Let no man deceive you with vain words,
The old man needs a good purge,
Then his life would surge,
With a holy urge,
to be the love of his life,
Not a goblin of strife!

We are love,
From the inside,
What mind tries to hide,
On the outside!

God the I am is love,
From above,
The same as I am inside,
My, I am is love!
But what I be,
Sometimes is twiddle dee,
Of the mind on the outside,
The real me, I try to hid!
Like Adam and Eve,
With the fig leaves!

We must learn to confide,
On the inside,
By the outside,
To be the love that we are,
From the inside,

Details | Free verse | |

What Is It To Be A Tree

What is it to be a Tree?
Do trees ever mind being so close intertwined ?
Do they ever long for space as I do? 
Do they prefer to be so meshed…branches touching branches
 all the time or do they like me long 
............................................................for autonomy

Do their branches reach for another’s touch? 
….................stretching to find it?
Do they cling and pine when isolated …as we do sometimes?

When a tree falls does another one grieve?

Do they sometimes wish to be free?
To be as free 
as he does....... from me?

Does life always include such serious stuff? 
Or do trees simply shift in the breezes
of superfluous fluff?

Do they ever 
to find
the sea?
To fly 
to fly?
like me?
What on earth is it like be?
to be a standing…a standing only ...are they lonely? 
beloved tree?
What is it?
to be a tree?

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" Logic? "

To every thing there is a season,
A time to bring the reasoning,
Higher logic` of heart’s project,
Into view, for the mind to review,

For some say the mind`  is the only logic,
Leaving love’s heart without a project,

This mistake, takes the cake,
From this illusion` humanity must awake,

For tis the season` for higher reasoning,
And this will we do, as through God we pursue,

Love’s higher logic` God’s higher project,
An undertaking` of re-awakening,
A mind asleep, by it’s peep,

God’s Logic; the cosmic of higher mind’s project,......................................(Isaiah 55:8-9)
Love’s Faith; built on higher logic,..............................................(Hebrews 11:1-3 & 5-6)
Not on humanity’s`  earthly minded projects,
For it will always try to dodge it,
By lower logic,
Actually` enough said,  the lower mind level logic` is dead,.......................(Genesis 2:16-17)

While actually, God’s higher logic, the cosmic mind’s project, did not dodge it, 
Respect of  love`  gave the choice to man, the level of plan,
By level of chosen logic, man chose his own project,
By tree of life, or tree of strife, 
Would it be life, by tree of life,
Or death’s tree, of the mind’s strife,
The heart's, sacred start,
Or mind’s depart, from it’s heart,

Now you know the rest of the story, life’s glory,
For death was impaled, the stake did not fail, love swelled,...............(Colossians 2:13-14)
Drawing us all by love,  above,
The logic of death,
That death`  the mind did bequeathed,
Leave the dead dogs, lying in the grass,
For death has passed!!

 Dedication; "Diogenes Zuniga " I though of your personal undying faith in Love, the higher 
logic of God, who is love. All the while I was writing this, may God richly reward you with 
many fruits of love's logical righteousness, for it is the true riches of heaven. Stay logical, in 
love, my brother. Sincerely, Moses 


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The Tree we Grew to Love

At the bottom of our garden
Standing for many many years
Below seasonal greens and blossoms
And all of natures tears

This gem of harvesting joy
Showered crops of richness grow
For season after season
When autumn came it showed

It's fruits of life stood out
Against the nature of each day
And all who graced this marvel
Were always said to say

This tree from mother earth
Has given year after year
In rain, hail or shine
In beautiful appear

Again this year we were graced
With baskets of apple gold
But sadness cloaked our hearts
For our tree would never grow old

The first winter storm
Spewed bolts of lightning blue
Amidst the claps of thunder
Was gone the tree we knew

We were awoken in the night
By creaks of deafening cry
Looking out the window
Brought tears to our eyes

This marvel that we grew up with
Was cut down in it's prime
For nature had decided
That this was not it's time

The very next morning
Amongst the devastation
Was our tree of life
Shattered, lay her creation

Now many months have passed
On this stump we have grown to love
And recall that stormy night
And that bolt from above

Details | Rhyme | |

The Love Tree

I carved our names in the old oak tree
Across from the old mill bridge
A testament of love that grew each day
Standing tall upon that ridge

They cut that oak tree down today
It's limbs were tired and worn
But they couldn't kill the memory I have
The place where love was born

I used to visit that old oak tree
Each night before I'd sleep
I'd run my fingers across it's bark
Where our names were carved so deep

That tree of love would touch the sky
Each morning when the sun would rise
I'd sit each day to pass the time
As the age grew in my eyes

Though now that tree is dead and gone
You will never be alone
For I've written our names side by side
But now it's written in stone

Details | Ballad | |

Tree House

Whenever i feel lonely,I sit up here and think,
About the things that ive done wrong,and the hearts that ive caused to sink.
I wish there were ways i could change some things that i might have said or 
But somethings said out of anger,can only hurt someone.

My mind begains to wonder of what might have been,
Had i not said those awful words that cause you so much pain.
I guess its my way of striking back ,for the pain that you caused me,
But i see now that was wrong,for here i am now on bended knees.

Your love ive lost forever, I will never feel the same,
I go through life day after day wondering whos to blame.
Was it you ?Or was it me? Or are we both at fault?
For all the things that went wrong,now dont seem its worth a grain of salt.

Now i must leave my tree house,and hurry off to bed,
For tomorrows another day and i must rest my head.
I know my little tree house will always be there,when ever i want to think,
About the things that might have been, had we only have found the right link.

Details | Free verse | |


Cavemen thought only of self preservation and sex.
In someway evolution was faltered.
Man learned to measure:

You cannot hold an inch, or a mile,
you cannot see a pound, or a ton.
They are but measurements.
They do not exist but in our understanding 
our understanding of what they are.
You can hold a stick that is an inch long.
Yet, it is only a stick, and not an inch.
You can see a tree that is a mile away,
but it is a tree and not a mile.
A pound of butter is only butter and the pound 
is but the measurement of its weight and is invisible.

So is the same for innocence and evil ;
Innocence is love in ones heart for others
and how far a heart can stray from love is evil. 

Measurements of love.

Details | I do not know? | |

Sweet Misery

Tears streamed down her face as she swiftly ran in the woods, saving herself 
from “ Herself “. She continuously wept as she looked around, not finding what 
she was looking for. As she ran faster her heart ached with sorrow, for every 
beautiful image of nature reminded her of him. Suddenly, she stopped crying, 
and running, for her notice of pain faded away by “it” ’s beauty. Nothing was 
heard but the breathless breathes she hopelessly breathed in.. It looked 
beautiful, just like it always did. With it’s body held up high, and it’s emerald 
leaves swaying with the stormy wind. She cautiously came closer and tenderly 
felt it’s branch, where they both carved their names in a heart. Betrayal swam in 
her blood, making it more bitter, as her face twitched with pain. She helplessly 
laid her wounded body under the shadow of the tall glamorous tree where he 
used to hold her tight in his arms whenever they’d go there.
However, this time nothing held her tight but agony. She started weeping again 
until love had blinded her and suffering had defeated her resistance. The sky 
pitied her death with passion as it roared with thunder and wept with raindrops of 
Maybe someday he’d go there to reminisce, and find that she had buried herself 
in his memory, and rotted under the tree where all their memories lived.. Could 
misery happen to be any sweeter.. ?

Details | Free verse | |

Christmas home decor- a wreath poem-N

Christmas home decor

Short and round is our Christmas wreath
Wreath we made of the tree branches
Branches are tied with the red ribbons
Ribbons stuck with berries,ready is the wreath.

Wreath is placed on our door’s foot steps
Steps away is the snow on tree not far
Far away, look, how He laid His holy hands
Hands on things He wants us to see and praise.

Praise him, be quick your voice to raise
Raise your hands his love to receive 
Receive love in your every choice forever
Forever on Christmas with this decor wreath.


This type of poetry was first introduced by George Herbert, a contemporary
of Shakespeare. There are two ways to write it. In above poem, the last
word of the first line is the first word of the next line and so on. Or one
may use any word of the first line as the first word of the next line. Variations
of the word can also be used.

Details | Free verse | |

What Was And What Will Be

I cry until my entrails are laid out before me.
I watch the vultures,
My insecurities feast on my nerve ridden stomach.
I’ve repeated the cycle for many days.

My love forever stains
This sea of linens which was once our home.
The call of the sirens is strong
And resisting drives us mad.

How do I know my attempts are not in vein?
Is this futile?
The upkeep of this tree outnumbers the fruit.
I do not blame nature.
I allowed this.

As soon as I walk away you fully blossom.
I was always cursed with bad timing.
I must now focus on my own flowers sprouting
Before I plant anymore seeds.

You will continue to grow
As you always have.
And I’ll still marvel at your beauty from afar.
What a grand tree you were.

I retract my own roots and return to my bed.
I reminisce until I drift away.
Becoming a prisoner of my head.
Seeing pictures of you and me
And dreaming of what was and what will be.

Details | Personification | |

The Old Tree

It is strange
how things that we see
and take for granted
in everyday life
should suddenly instil
in our minds
a new awareness
of their presence

A silent moment
a brief pause
from life's ever quickening pace
a moment of peace -
in times like these
a common thing
like a dried old tree
becomes alive with beauty

It stands like a quiet sentinel
who has witnessed 
many an event 
through time
Time has passed by 
but it remains 
silently standing there
O Tree!
What secrets do you store
in your noble branches?
How many events have you recorded
that man knows nothing of?

In your younger days
when you wore your mantle of green
you nested the carefree birds
to their offspring
you gave protection
When the sun scorched the earth
you gave them cool shade
On a cool windy night
you gave them warmth
How pleasant was their song 
to your ear 
as they sang a song of thanks
to you

You were a playmate to the children
When they romped at your feet
or climbed on your branches
you smiled
Time grew older
and the children became lovers
You saw them kiss in your shade
soft with the light of the moon
The aura of their love
touched your leaves
and you blushed

they have all gone away
but you still remain 
silent sentinel
still waiting and watching
How many untold events 
have you witnessed
faithful keeper of secrets?

O that my soul could commune with you
and share of your rugged beauty!
Most Noble Tree!
forgive me for my
once-waxen eyes

Details | Quintella | |

I Fell in Love With a Tree Stump

I fell in love with a tree stump.
A quite curious stump was he.
No branches to thump.
No fall leaves to see.
But a very special stump was he.

There in the woods, other trees grew tall.
Swaying their limbs and leaves in the breeze.
But one special tree stump won my awe.
Once, tall and stately was he, before the freeze.
Now, short and sad hearted because of the saw.

I was weary, downhearted, and lonely.
When, I spotted that stump beside a pile of wood.
A perfect place to rest, it seemed to me.
I rushed right over as quickly as I could. 
Then, sat right there, relaxed, and feeling so good.

While trees all around made their showy stance,
I sat and enjoyed from my comfortable stump.
He had no limbs nor leaves to wind-dance.
He had no branches to thump.
He was there for me to rest myself…by chance.

Pining alone, I fell in love with that tree stump.
A quiet refuge was he.
No longer sad, life became plump.
And my soul soared higher than one can see.
For he was there when I needed him…and he needed me.

© October 28, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen

Details | ABC | |

A Shady Tree

I know its the summer time because of how naturally 
Your beauty compliments the caress of a summer breeze
As I watch the world from beneath a shady tree
I take in the delightful comfort of everything I see
But in the same breath I am holding up my hands
Lord will you please give me back the things I no longer have
They are even more a part of me now that they are gone 
As the sun falls below where the horizon is still holding on
Somewhere between the falling light and a star lit night
Is a dream that last forever and will never say goodbye
As the wind gently blows through the brush and shakes the leaves
It begins to hum a melody that I want to sing
At that very moment I smile for all the joy I have
Its so uplifting for me to see melancholy dance
Soon the morning sun will rise and capture my eyes
As I watch the hand of God paint a brand new sky
With every stroke of color I swallow all my pride
And I find a new place to dream of endless times
If I should ever get to the place I left my broken heart
Only then will I believe this brand new day will start
Again Im reminded of why my heart beats so restlessly
Only the speed of thought and my soul beneath this tree

Details | Verse | |


Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB

Details | Ballad | |

First day of summer

First day of summer

It’s the very early morning
The summer’s just begun
Although the weathers kind of cool
I know that soon the sun
Will be burning down on me
But me, I love it all
I really love these summer days
They’re really beautiful.

It’s lovely in the early mornings
To see the sun come up
And hear birds singing joyfully
It overflows my cup
All this love that it brings out
As it shines on down on me
I love to see those Lorikeets
That feed from bottle brush trees.

How I love the beers and barbeques
In a garden filled with flowers
As I watch the many colored parrots
I could sit there for hours
And watch the sun that burns on down
Then rises from the trees
And I love it in the afternoons
To feel that cool sea breeze.

1 December 2013 @ 0500hrs

Details | Free verse | |

The Autumn Affect

There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench 
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy 
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home

Details | Romanticism | |

Linda, Anne-Lise and Sid

Linda, Anne-Lise and Sid

I wish a Happy Valentine
to the receiving Soup committee; 
our Linda, Anne-Lise and Sid,
that cultured are, polite and pretty.

Three rose bouquets of color red
that are romantic and poetic,
with cordial sentiments address
their personalities magnetic.

I'm sending happy smiles and hugs,
my garden's trees Spring leaves that glisten,
a Valentine and shining sun
that to their poetry shall listen.

My citrus trees' light greening leaves
salute all three with playful dancing
incited by the breeze amidst
nice Sycamores and Palms romancing.

Pomegranates and Cherry trees
have not yet bloomed and still are dormant,
but slowly started to appease
romantically and smile buoyant...


My thankful and poetic files
with hearts and chocolates of Athens,
appreciate your welcome smiles
amidst my Olive trees and Aspens.

© 02-15-2014, G. Venetopoulos
(Iambic lines with 4 and 4.5 alternate feet)

Details | Prose Poetry | |


She is like a tree dancing in the wind,
her love is like tree leaves that's blown
away in the dust.
My love for her is not her only trust,
she liberates her flesh for lust to enter.

I cried for her love when she is gone,
she sunk like the sun in the west
as the evening creeps in.
I am like a cloud hovering over
her face sinking in the sea.

She rises again at dawn to smile
on a fresh new day for me.
Love me no more O My darling of woe!
Your love invade my soul and then
you vanish like the wind.

Come back to me and tell me your false
love story,
your name is now written as my fading history.
I am the wind coming in the rain,
you are the sea on the shores of my destiny.
Come back my love and embrace me with a kiss,
for our love to grow for you to dance like the
tree in the wind once again.

Details | Personification | |

The Tree

The Tree- 

My bark is worn from time and life
My steady branches have withstood much strife
The life blood that raged in my youth
Its edges raw and at times uncouth
Time has polished and as steel has hardened
As I have stood watch faithfully in my garden
My saplings I have sheltered and nourished
Their tiny sprouts have grown and flourished
My work here is almost done and
I was content to stand silent in the sun
However, one day as I stood alone
Came a carpenter with hands gentle and strong
He looked past my peeling ragged bark and
Found my barely beating heart.
He has caused me to dream of my youth again
Of beauty, peace and the passion of men
I am his project to mold and to make
A challenge only he is equipped to take
I stand here now curious to see
What this craftsman can make of me.

Details | Alliteration | |

The Environment, My Home

My Environment is my only homely home
That I know. Plants and animals alike love this lovely home.
I love to sit and marvel at the beauties of our beautiful E nvironment,
To see rivers flow freely in the democracy of the environment,
Grass green and as fresh as a fish in untouched natural free waters,
Births singing and ringing like universal timekeepers in all matters.
This wonderful Environment is the handwork of our ever-caring Father
And when it is well looked after, it could be next to our Father.
My health and my wealth all come from this cherished home.
How I wish foolish humans do not tarnish the harmony of this dear home!

I hate to see toxic smoke from industries go up carelessly and invited to Ozone
Because when Ozone shall have died, Sun will cease to be our friend.
I hate to see fishermen throw away a young fish
Just as I hate to see my neighbour dumping refuse into running waters.
A disorderly forester cannot be a friendly friend to me.
And why not he or she who farms into a river valley, bed and source?
I am sick when farmers burn bushes and
I cannot marry she who cooks just any kind of meat and kills the viper.
Pollution and anything harmful should not be in my Environment, our Environment,
Because I too will be harmful to those who tolerate such things
For I hate to live a brief life.

(Published in CHAINING FREEDOM, 2012)

Details | Ode | |

God Bless This Stump

Along the fair road
On which I amble
I conceived this ode
In which love is ample

God bless this stump
Supporting the tree
That provided so much 
For our futurity

When counting its rings
There can be no doubt
About all the things
That tree brought about

For the pencil to compose
Cherished love letters
On paper I chose
So you’d love me better

And it offered shade
Plus spots to snuggle
Near a lovely glade
Away from life’s struggles

We enjoyed peaches
From that old tree
As we partnered to reach
Picking memories

It blessed our marriage
Shaped as a steeple
And framed the carriage
To make our jaunt regal

And It supplied timbers
For the house we live in
Built with skilled fingers
On boards thick and thin

When cold overtakes
We always say grace
For the warmth it makes
In the brick fireplace

Our love will not slump
It’s always burning
Because of you, stump
Our world keeps turning

For Skat's Ode contest

Details | Free verse | |

Our Holiday Home

Christmas boxes full of memories down from the attic they come
The house was so quiet everyone starts to hum
A wonderful feeling being overcome by holiday cheer
Welcome to our holiday home at this special time of the year

Boxes and boxes to go through finding something broken is my fear
Welcome to our holiday home at this special time of the year
Here come the guys with their fresh cut tree
It will look beautiful just you wait and see

Our beautiful picture of Jesus forever hangs on our wall
The tree must set just right so the light on top upon Jesus will fall
Christmas is about our dear Savior in our home is quite clear
Welcome to our holiday home at this special time of the year

As the tree is decorated we talk of past Christmases and our love
ones now passed on
We find peace being with each other and happy to know we have
kept one another from becoming withdrawn
A toast of cheer we raise to those in heaven and feel them so near
Welcome to our holiday home at this special time of the year

It is a joy to come together with loved ones we hold so dear
Welcome to our holiday home at this special time of the year
A family less fortunate then us we will visit this Christmas Eve
Spreading joy and love to the family and seeing their smiles as
they once again in our Lord believe

Christmas day does arrive...a beautiful day to which we thank 
our Lord above
The day or our dear Savior's birth whom without we would never 
have love
We sit at our table and say pray before we have our meal with
loved ones we hold so near
Welcome to our holiday home at this special time of the year

Written By: Carol Brown
Written for: Holiday Hearth Contest
Sponsor: Linda-Marie
1st Place Winner

Entry for P.D.'s Best Holiday Poem Contest
4th Place

Details | Ballad | |


I sense your touch in the morning breeze
A hand so soft knows how to please
I'll lay here awhile, eyes closed I smile
I cherish your gentle, subtle style

I believe in you
I know you're there
Our connection felt
You're wings on air
But there's no doubt
Heaven sent
Moving in and out

You chase the clouds so that I can see
The bright sun and all of earth's majesty
Then you bring the rain so life can grow
The rainbow comes.. wow, what a show

I believe in you
I know you're there
Our connection felt
You're wings on air
But there's no doubt
Heaven sent
Moving in and out

Oh wind and love I never knew
That you are twins but it's so true

I believe in you
I know you're there
Our connection felt
You're wings on air
But there's no doubt
Heaven sent
Moving in and out

Date: 8-19-14

Details | Couplet | |

In high definition

In high definition... There is an old oak tree in our backyard. This old oak limbs weep like a willow. It branches out to the stars. The moon effervescent shines above. During the winter, the moss hangs low. I see the wind blow through its leaves in autumn. There is an old oak in our backyard Where a widow sits beneath weeping over love lost. The dawn has broken. The dew is high. This old oak is well defined. She has limbs that reach high in the sky. The sun photosynthesis makes each leaf shine. Her depth is sublime. This old oak is part of home. Many visitors she knows as a widower rests before he moves on. This old oak tree stands tall As a City's landmark. |__________________________________________________| Penned on November 22, 2014!

Details | Free verse | |

Train Journey

I sit here by the window
and watch quietly
as the train moves along
I see land - 
wild beautiful land
still untouched by man
and it creates within me
a feeling that is wild and boundless

The beautiful trees
in many places
so closely clustered together
though of mixed species
seem to cry out 
a message of love and unity
to all mankind
I see flowers - 
plain simple flowers
there is a beauty in them - 
the beauty of simplicity

There are children on the hillsides -
the country folk
people call them
My heart sings as I watch them
They know us not on the train
but yet they wave at us
and we wave back at them
because their action is filled 
with some sentiment 
that is pleasing to us

Shimmering little pools of water
pulsating with life
appear and then vanish
out of sight
but the picture of life
within them
remains with me

The cows and the horses 
graze in the pastures
some sit
others browse slowly along
O how I envy their leisurely
pace of life!

Details | I do not know? | |

Welcome 2013

Well we are already a couple of months in so i just wanted to say welcome. 
this will be a new journey for the both of us, so i hope it will be awesome. 
I will try to write more than usual this year, I promise. :)
What would help tho if you readers would send me topics and stuff to help me write about things cuz my mind goes way faster than my fingers and i cant think of just one thing. lol. so thank you readers. plz comment and tell me your thoughts.

Details | Ballade | |

Softly sipping honey wine

Softly sipping honey wine

Sipping softly honey wine
I hear the rivers song
Lovely lady by my side
With love so sweet and strong
How the river sparkles
It’s on its way to meet the sea
As softly sipping honey wine
We sit here you and me.

Softly sipping honey wine
There’s only you and me
As Pelicans fly us by
This essence, endlessly
Seeps in, as a boat goes by
And trees dance in the breeze
Softly sipping honey wine
We sit here hearts at ease.

Softly sipping honey wine
I know I love you so
No one, my love, could ever love this true
Softly sipping honey wine
I feel loves tender glow
As I look at you, and know you love me too.

Softly sipping honey wine
The two of us together
River reflects the somber skies
They’ll soon be rainy weather
Here in this cosy chalet
Telling you that I love you
Softly sipping honey wine
And sharing love so true

Details | Free verse | |

like diamonds

two hits and i’m hanging off cliffs, listening to water


watching moss fall like snowflakes.

nothing holding my heels down but gravity, irrelevant to me.

the little girl exploring the ocean floor, the caves that once held entrancing treasures.

even tactile pain drives me into a gust of euphoria.

my heart beats (slower than it should), but the trees don’t mind.

the four shades of green blend to create a forest-

with each exhale, branches move in tandem.

and a salty tear falls from my eye,

reminiscent of what once was here.

Details | Ballade | |

Every day is a wonderful day

Every day is a wonderful day

Every day is a wonderful day
Each moment a pleasure indeed
Cause I live on a wonderful planet
Where my life does fill all my needs
There’s the sun that comes up in the morning
The sweet birds that sing in the trees
And those trees as they reach up to heaven
Oh, I love how they dance on the breeze

It seems to me everyone’s moaning
About all the things they don’t like
There’s something so strange about people
A sadness that touches their Psyche
They don’t see the world quite like I do
And they don’t like me smiling at all
And because I’m a happy old fellow
They think I‘m a bloody old fool.

But I wear a smile, cause I’m laughing
At all of the troubles I’ve had
I once was a troubled young fellow
And everything hurt me so bad
But now there’s the sun in the morning
And everything life gives to me
And I am one happy old fellow
As I love everything that I be.

4 July 2013 @ 0455hrs.

Details | Free verse | |


The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.

21 February 2013

Details | I do not know? | |

My Wishes are Simple

My Wishes are Simple

My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.

My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.

My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.

Details | Rhyme | |

The Dreaming Tree

So long I thought my trust was gone
withered in a vase that sat 
unwatered neglected posterity's memory 
pressed and ordered flat

I suppose some slight yet weak desire
believed that someday still
I'd find one soul who's promise transpired 
while building false hopes unskilled

For trust is like a pillow
flipped to the cooler side
It's the hand that touches your shoulder gently
when you let down your guard to cry

It's the feeling when your turned around
lost in the land of strange
the hand that reaches leading the way
to familiar surroundings in exchange

It's the peace in knowing no matter what's wrong
you needn't look far or wonder how long
your help will come from day to day
leaning on the one who finds a way

There's a trust in a dreamer 
who's so much like you
when "soon" emerges all too slowly
two with the same dream can make it come true

This is the trust proven not wooed
so much alike you needn't explain
they knew your thoughts without having to say
for the look in your eyes gave it away

Flattery with all it's tantalizing charm
sounds sweet like honey going down 
but only as fulfilling as a country farm
in a picture with a frame going round

In this o'l world when "with you in spirit"
is the saying most commonly known...
here I stand with you hand in hand
is the proof your not alone

Trust did not come easy for me
so hard to build so easy to break
all the hidden agendas I feared
the slow to give and quick to take

But on the day we first did speak
of promises given or made
you said your arms my safest place
by what you do not what you say

For that ONE key was ever lacking
the door love enters at the start
for all enchantment love can bring
trust is what opens the FOREVER in my heart

As I think of these diamonds on my finger
sparkles halo the chocolate center stone
the thought that never leaves my heart
is the lifetime I felt so alone

A ring that tells the story
of a beauties life in the dark
surrounded now by clarity 
of the trust that owns my heart

Trust is the love I never knew
you'll live for me, I'll die for you
with tux and gown, yes and boots
in the life we've made and say "I Do"

Never again to live in wonder
if dreams will ever come true
there's no joy surpassing you see
then living a dream too long overdue

In quiet reflection of all that's been
the room you gave my heart to know
the freedom you gave then gave again
the seed you planted then watched it grow

A dreaming tree you knew in time
would bear the fruit of love
a love that took forever to find
nourished in the soil of trust

Details | Rhyme | |


  There was a tree where I grew up
  That I spent many happy hours on.
  The swinging tire, the branches high
  Ever filled my happiness cup.

  The tree grew, as did I, to an older age,
  It got too big to keep.
  Who could have realized such beauty to be dangerous?
  The house was threatened, as was the garage.

  I had to have the tree cut down,
  Its wood turned into pieces.
  And each time I burn one of them
  I think back, then my smile turns to a frown.

  I could't cut it all the way to the ground,
  So I left a mighty stump.
  Every so often I will go and sit on it
  And just take in the view aroud.

  Now I have come to love that stump
  Which supported my happiness all those years.
  And though it's not the entire tree,
  It is still a good sized bump.

  I play hide-and-seek around it with my son
  When we get in the mood.
  He's learned to look for me around that stump
  As a hiding place, it's my favorite one.

  I'll never cut the stump all the way
  I just couldn't do that to my tree.
  For I love that stump just as I loved the tree in its glory
  And I love it more each passing day.

  Even in my advanced age and being so grumpy
  I thought of giving the stump a name.
  Then, watching "Rio Bravo" one night it came to me,
  I would just call it "Stumpy".

Details | Ode | |

Ode to Maggie

Today I whispered my fears to you --
Wrapped my arms around your hard body
Scales tickling the underside of my arms
You've been keeping my secrets 
     since I was ten
You were barely as big as I 
     now behemoth 
You can almost touch the sky
Reach right up and greet the sun for me
I bury treasures at your feet --
Dig down deep into the earth 
Careful not to tap a single root
You've been the protector of my bounty
     for your entire life
What knowledge you bear, all for a little girl

In gratitude, as proof of Your love 
     You present to me
          One perfect white blossom

Details | I do not know? | |

The Petty Posh-WahZee - Liberation and Ostentation

The Petty Posh-Wahzee - Liberation & Ostentation

The Not-So Distant Past:

The fallen fighters for freedom, are unable to turn in their graves,
their battered, fragmented bones, mixed with a handful of torn rags,
are all that remain, a mute reminder of their selfless valiant sacrifice.

They endured brutal Apartheid harassment, detentions without trial,
torture in the cells, and mental anguish when loved ones disappeared,
they left their homeland, to continue the struggle against racial bigotry,
while countless others fought the scourge of white-minority rule at home.

Nelson Mandela and many, many others, spent their lives imprisoned,
on islands of stone, and on islands of the cruellest torture, yet they stood,
never bowing, never scraping, they stood, firm for ideals for which they were prepared to die,

and many, many comrades did die, at the hands of the callous oppressor,
and many, many comrades perished in distant lands, torn from their homes,
while the struggle continued, for decades, soaked in blood, in tears, in pain.

The Present:

19 years have passed, since freedom was secured at the highest of prices,
delivering unto us, this present, a gift of emancipation from servitude,

a freedom to walk this land, head held high, no longer second-class citizens,
in the land of our ancestors, whose voices we hear and need to heed today.

I do not care much for fashion, Lewis-Fit-On and Sleeves unSt.-Moron,
yet the ostentation that I witness baffles even my unsophisticated palate,

our ancestors' plaintive whispers are being dismissed, left unheeded, as
we browse the aisles for more and more, always for more and yet more.

Asphyxiated by the excess of the Petty Posh-Wahzee, we find ourselves,
perched precariously on the edge, of a dissolution of all that is humane,

babies go hungry, wives are battered, our elders left in hospitals for hours,
I cringe as I scribble these words, perhaps too sanctimonious and preachy,

yet I know, deep in the marrow of my brittle bones, I know, I know, I know,
this tree of freedom planted by the nameless daughters and sons of Africa,

needs to be shielded, nurtured, protected from our very own baser impulses,
so that the precious tree of freedom, may bear the fruit that may feed us all,

for if not, then we are doomed, to tip over, and into the yawning abyss, we shall fall.

Details | ABC | |

The Willow Tree at the end of the Road

I must have been 7 when I first climbed that old willow tree,
The gang called it the club house.
There was Jodie, Bridget and of course Rebecca the Wrecker. 
I think that that tree was more of school than school.
It was more a parent than my parents.
I certainly learned more about life, boys and the fear of falling,
Than any other place I've been.
We once placed 5 snake eyed marbles there.
The first was Courage in Adversity.
The second marble was Joy in the good times.
The third was Faith to overcome Doubt.
The fourth was Love thy Father.
The fifth marble was Love thy Mother.

I went back one day, all grown up.
I saw that the council had a sign on the tree.
This tree is regarded as unsafe. 
Please beware.

Oh doubt in my childhood. Fear in the  every day.
Let not the pangs of daily life ever erase
The treasured moments in that tree.

Details | I do not know? | |

Always you with me

Before the world began     Before the apple fell from the tree     It was always you with me  Heard the cries of my first born     Made love till early morn     Beneath the stars     In a rocket      Jupiter to mars     With you only you     It was always you with me     A love so great     It spans from New York     To the Golden Gate     Even before I came to be      It was always you with me     Traveled far and wide     My love at my side     To guide the way     Listen to what I say     If I die tomorrow     Please no tears of sorrow     I have seen the pyramids     Made love on the eiffel towers     In a bed of flowers     With you only you It was always you with me     A million years before man walked the earth     Before I could see    It was always you with me     Put the angel on top of the tree     Bounced my newborn on my knee     It was always you with me     When I close my eyes     Only you only you do I see     The truth never lies     It was always you with me     Alexander conquered the world     Before Julius Ceasar came to be     In all the books for all to see    It was always you with me    Romeo and Juliet gave their lives to be     A history of love        For all the world to see      It was always you with me      A love so great      It spans from New York       To the Golden Gate      Even before I came to be     It was always you with me

Details | Free verse | |

My Nest

Love is my nest.
It holds me
where all the world I see.
It saves me
from the ground
which my soul will never meet.

Up in a forest tree
hunters scattering in threes
they'll never catch me
I have love.
I am perfectly happy.

relaxed I am
I do not stress
for there isn't life
without my nest.

who cares what's below?
I am above.
love is my nest
My nest is my love.

Details | Ballade | |

a love like that

Father and Mother,
years and years have gone by
yet love has kept its home in your eyes.
You've got a love you can sink your teeth in,
you've got a love I can believe in...
Like fresh cut lilacs
and the swing outside
on the very best tree besides
the Cherry and Maple,
Bradford Pear and Apple
we all used to climb
in the summer heat,
running fast 
on dewy grass
wearing bare feet.

Dad and Mom,
we Maple Tree love you.
Although things have and will change,
something about your love
will always stay the same...

Small house 
in a small town
white-gold rings
and life's simple things
are what you're about.
Three kids who adore you with all they've got.
You're rich with what can't be bought.

You've got a love like:

I was four years old
with my two favorite people,
holding on to my fishing pole.
I hear Dad's laugh
and look, Mom fell flat
in the river
with water clear up to her shoulders 
and we all laugh.
Yeah, you've got a love like: that

You've got a love you can sink your teeth in,
you've got a love I can believe in.

Like huddling together
through a storm in the summer
looking at both of you I wonder:
Aren't you afraid of anything?

After we caught fireflies
Mom, you helped me name mine 
and let me keep it inside.
You nursed Joel back to health
after the bee hive
and earring incidents.
Susanna too with her 'Job' blisters
and falling off the slide on her head
and you pulled out the stones in my knee
while I ungratefully screamed.
And Dad with your arms of love 
coming in for an 'everything's ok' hug.
Thank you for that.

Dad and Mom
we Maple Tree love you.
Small house in a small town
white-gold rings
and life's simple things
are what you're about.
Three kids who adore you
with all they've got.
You're rich with what can't be bought.

You've got a love like: that

Details | Haiku | |


Tree welcomes each drip
Rain hangs on leaf, awaits fate
Lucky ones absorbed

Details | Dodoitsu | |

Weeping Willow Tree

shady weeping willow tree grace brushes the canopy sullen branches seek comfort from lovers below yester year echoes sweetly through the branches hanging low each leaflet holds my sorrow dew drops are my tears my father's tree weeps for me sweeping branches touch my heart once, you held a young man's dreams now, you bring solace By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders dedicated to my dad, John F. Johnson, Jr (1949-2002) The Weeping Willow was his favorite tree First place in No Name/Any Form 14 Max contest

Details | Imagism | |

Poison and wine

Calamity strikes under the calm of fog, The man breathes in the misty water. His thoughts dissipate with the touch of dusky light, Her auburn hair flares behind the rose of cherry blossoms. Their fingers caress at their tips, A consciousness already bonded eternally. Branches of cherry blossoms rest upon their cold heads, Notions forbidden and a desire remains suppressed. Their lips turned to poison, It crept and tangled deep into their minds. From this moment forward they were consumed, Forever doomed to think the same. * The tree stands still - its eyes perturbed, The green shrubs, the amber buds, Surroundings bustling and lively, It stands placid, as almost dead. True nature it has not revealed, The mute damned to sit still, Words rush and glimmer in poetic verse, No sound crosses its rough lips. Century withered and silently crossed, The tree stands still yet even now. The aging man, his worn axe glistening in dawn, Slashes down the tree, its roots bare. Now knowledge sleeps in the soil, the soil remains untouched.

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Tree of love

I ask you this
Doth not thou know
Upon which tree 
Doth sweet love grow

Nor the weeping willow
Which always cry's
Nor the poor yew groves
Which aroud dead people lie

The tree of man 
Is where love grows
And by his death shows
That his love grows

But loving hearts do beat
Like yonder kettle drum
So where is my sweet love 
I beg thee to come

Details | Rhyme | |

Broken and Beautiful

A mould-shaped symmetrical bowl
has no character of its own
It's just like the mould-shaped others
and it is merely a clone
If the bowl is shattered to pieces
and the pieces stuck together once more
It creates a beautiful mosaic
that one cannot help but adore

The bark on the trunk of a young sapling
is just like that of any young tree
It is like an unwritten page
which is plain and ordinary
With age the bark gets cracked and broken
and acquires its own uniqueness
It provides a home for many insects
and becomes a thing of loveliness

Falling in love for the first time
can be very exciting at the start
But such love is usually not long-lasting
and may lead to a broken-heart
A person whose heart has been broken
seeks a love that is more mature
When found such love heals the broken heart
and it's more beautiful and likely to endure

Details | Rhyme | |

ignorance of the truth is no different than fear

 Jeremiah 10 OH oh christmas tree oh christmas tree how have you lied to thee 

santa claus is a black man jesus is white with blonde hair and blue eyes 
how much longer must we listen to these ridiculous lies???
    God is love God is good God is great 
but i bet you didnt know that God can hate!!(Malachi 1:2-3)
    you say open your heart come to God come to truth 
but did you know your God delights in destroying you?(Deuteronomy 28:63)
   you celebrate christmas and easter as if it were so
but the devil has kept you out of the loop out of the know 
   two calendar months were added to the year 
ignorance of the truth is no different than fear 
   july for julius ceasar and august for augustus ceasar complete this revolution 
but you believe in the pagan traditions with no proof or absolution 
   september was the seventh month 
october was the eighth 
november was the ninth 
december was the tenth 
do you still believe dec 25 was the day jesus was sent?
   the bible says they have eyes but can not see and ears but can not hear (Ezekiel 12:2)
ignorance of the truth is no different than fear 
  you give gifts once a year and celebrate his birth 
he died for all our sins is that all that he is worth?
  you love to nail the law of moses to the cross 
and in doing so youre sending a message saying the message is lost 
  jesus didnt come to abolish the law he came to fulfill them (Matthew 5:17)
but it is the devil in you that is determined to conceal them 

Ezekiel 12:2
"Son of man, you are living among a rebellious people. They have eyes to see but do not see and ears to hear but do not hear, for they are a rebellious people

Deuteronomy 28:63
Just as it pleased the LORD to make you prosper and increase in number, so it will please him to ruin and destroy you. 

Malachi 1:2-3
. “Yet I have loved Jacob 3 but Esau I have hated. I have laid waste his hill country and left his heritage to jackals

Matthew 5:17
Do not think that I have come to abolish the Law or the Prophets; I have not come to abolish them but to fulfill them.

Details | Haiku | |

Cherry Blossoms

Cherry blossoms

Cherry tree blooms love
Its beam flowers invite sight
And mood shower tail.

Inspired by and enterd into: 
Black Eyed Susan's "1 Cherry Blossom Haiku" Contest 

Details | Quintella | |


You did move Cupid's 
practiced hand
By what vile means or flip of 
To strike my heart a 
poisoned blow
And bid this painful ulcer 

Like bird from tree to tree I 
To skip the toil within your 
And maybe find a potent cure
To life of fish before a lure.

If only you would hear my 
And drain this magic out of 
I'd grab a trident and a 
And be to you a vengeful 

They say you smuggled 
something dark
By food or drink to slave 
my heart
And force me play this 
shameful part
Of dog to its own mother 

Details | Free verse | |

OF a Tree, Thee, and an Angel's Fee

Force feed me the taste of your skin

‘You will have to break my chastity belt wide open now
for I have sold myself into silent slavery to this ….our universal broken heart

even you will have to try hard……to save me now

I cannot recall your sounds…your hand motions 
as they devoured the subtle softness of me 
drew round my curvaceous places in curling ownership
intimacies’ sweetest embrace 

But too…you move to me 
with a ferocity that mowed the grass down  to a short golf course length 
from the living room table where you drew it happening… a hundred years ago

The length of your hair too has been a subject of much debate 
that surging heavenly song...that told our story so well
like that movie from long ago about the girl who cut off and sold her hair to buy her love a golden watch fob and chain …the one who sold his golden watch to buy her a beautiful clip pin for her gorgeous long hair 
……………………………… see how this goes …with true love

We cut off our noses and then turn backs on our faces 
and on each other on Facebook 

Itself the enemy…where only devils and the luckiest of angels spread

Tread on me beloved!
till I am awakened 
to our lips 
 which just now in writing I suddenly can feel meeting again

the salted brine of your pure water and sometimes beer soaked self

Is it me you feared 
as you said Good bye?

How little you know me 

like the formation of the first ever green tree grows up one limb at a time 
from a base long song of deep roots and strong beautiful the Hosts stagger before its creation ….Halleluiah
The limbs sprouting forth like the wings bursting out of the flesh of the first angel 
who died in agony as they were formed….exploding from his shoulders
moving her hair aside as the arch of wing thrust like white tree limb from the goodness within
and the reincarnation of true kindness was born to the conscious of itself

so my love knows no limit 
my soul no separation
and my being no longing

Details | Narrative | |

The Devil Advocate

This poem is not about what is written, but what is not written. Never is this subject about 
which I relate ever touched upon. “The dual persona of the human being." Yet it is a real 
struggle each of us deal with every day, am I the true and good vessel as love intended or the 
devil’s advocate! The human species will never reach full potential until it makes a decision to 
be the concern that humanity was created to be,  for love is the right player of life. The mind 
has no real power of itself. What then is the advantage in choosing to be temporary, illusionary 

Which personality are we viewing when we look at the face or group of a person. Is it the 
mind’s scheme for control of the character that was created to be in the image of love!  Is it 
the correct identity of man’s reflection, which was created to be love in action! Most likely, at 
least part of the time, the image is that illusionary figure of the derivative mind, and it is trick for 
control. The human mind can be an hatred of life’s purpose, by the impression it creates by it 
own imagination. We can be the love perception of life itself, in the power thereof, pending the 
human choice. 

That choice is the critical decision that each of us must do every day, regarding every situation 
in life that we face. Humanity is created in Love's face, not devil’s advocate! 

The image that Constance has provided for this competition has sparked an innovation within 
me to write about this all important issue. 

As lovely as the young lady is in the model that has been provided, she could be only an 
illusionary front of her mind…as fruitless as the tree behind her appears to be. Two trees were 
presented to the human being by precept life, in the time that they were created. One was the 
tree of life, so called for it was to be love in action as life. The other was a tree of death. So 
called, for it was the negative possibility of human mind in it’s capability of serpent imagination. 
The human derivative reason was only meant to be the servant of life, not the human being’s 

The mind, for fear of losing control, will hinder your true identity from astounding feats made 
possible by your love’s power. Think about it for it is the fact. This fact, most of humanity 
recognizes as God. 

For and in Honor of Constance La France And Contest: "The Unwritten" 
Written by John Moses Freeman 7/1/2011

Details | Free verse | |

Our tree

Our Tree

Carrying green, luscious needles on gracefully stretching limbs,
Strong, straight trunk holding all that bounty together, 
Emitting cool, spicy fragrance that touches our senses with delight,
The Christmas tree is reaching for us.

We see, we smell, we hold this wonder of nature;
We tie it to the top of our car and carry it home 
With expectant smiles of happy times to come.

After a short rest in our peaceful back yard,
The day comes when we bring it into the house.
Without any struggle it stands and soon holds strands
 of twinkling lights, making it glow and sparkle.

Friends join us in decorating, 
We are surrounded by boxes of treasures, 
we remember each ornament and relive 
the moment it was created, or given to us by a loved one.

“This is the first ornament we bought after we were married,
The girls painted these when they were, oh, maybe 6 and 8 years old,
And these with roses on them are the last gift from Dad, before we lost him.
Our son loved the Lionking, so we got him this ornament.”

“I made these when I was going through my wood working phase,
And this is from a very dear friend.
My sister found this cat ornament, knowing I like cats,
And here is this year’s find I bought at the Christmas place.”

Now it’s time for a break, coffee and cookies.
But soon we look upon the masterpiece 
we created with satisfaction.
“Oh, it’ so beautiful!” my heart sings.

This tree would win no price at a contest,
It has no color theme, only love and joy.
It carries the precious memories of times gone by,
Of a loving family and lots of good friends.

I believe the tree likes it .
It stretches with all the glitter and smiles proudly.
I wake up to it’s wonderful pine scent,  
Thinking:” It’s Christmas time!
I love it”

Details | Ballade | |

Just like a mighty tree

A love song for my beautiful wife

Just like a mighty tree.

The moon is waning in the sky
And soon she will be gone
She goes in circles just like we
It carries on and on
Cause everything it changes
That’s just the way it goes
Yet every day my love for you
All it can do is grow.

Everything goes in circles
But not my love for you
It travels in a upward line
And every day that’s new
It just reaches for the sky
It’s like a mighty tree
As its roots go underground
It rises endlessly.

Its branches ever reach the sky
And it’s the same for me
As my roots they stabilize
Just like that mighty tree
My love for you it climbs so high
And this will never cease
So Darling, read this song of mine
And let my words, you please.

28 November 2013 @ 0445hrs.

Details | Ballad | |

The willow tree

Upon the good river
A willow tree grew
The days passed by
Never once did the willow sigh
Of sunsets and dawns
Winters and springs
The days passed by
Never once did the willow sigh
Summers and autumns
The turning leaves
Brown and gold fell and did die
Never once did the willow tree sigh

A cool wind blew
Through its' branches
To its' heart it crept and let it lie
Never once did the willow sigh

When fledglings left the nest
To the blue sky
The joyous flight test
Never once did the willow sigh

When the snow fell deep
The river froze and the earth stood still
When nature tried to crack the tree with all its ' will
Never once did the willow sigh

When lovers came in soft sunlight
In summers' crowning glory
They kissed beneath the sky
Only once then, did the willow sigh


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Broken but Living

On the hill top staring out to the bottom
Life seems so far from me 
Up to the heavens I look and pray as I am on my knee
Living life like an unwatched DVD
Up on this hill I continue to stand under this broken tree

The branches are withered and falling
The leaves have gone and disappeared into the wind
No life lives in the tree for it is broken
Receiving no love not even a token
The roots can no longer grow
The cuts and bruises on the tree are finally starting to show

For life is a branch because we have those to hold us up
The leaves are that of our comfort in which blew away
No life left in us we are just taking life breath by breath barley living
No love from others is even being offered
Without love we stand on the lonely hill to die
All the pain and agony we went through we can no longer hold back as we start to cry

Cold as the wind hits our stump
Time and time again we think what’s the point I am just going to jump
As it is the only reason why I am still living because my heart continues to pump
Thunder or lightning doesn’t even phase us not even a bump
For it just leaves another mark another scar another lump

Rain hides the tears we shed in the life we are forced to live
Without receiving any love we lost all ways to even know how to give
We are forced to learn how to make it through and survive
But with so little life left in us how do they expect us to drive
For we are just on this earth waiting for God to arrive

Not only hurting on the inside but also on the out
Living life broken and full of doubt
Not counting on anyone as a small leaf can’t even seem to sprout
On this hill top where I live its now becoming a drought 
Is this what life is really about?

One day this life will end
All the pain, hurt, coldness, agony, will descend
Where are those in which I called a friend
But no matter what if thou die alone I will still be forgiving
Even thou on a hill top left, I am broken but still living

© Jeremy Fennell

Details | I do not know? | |


Today I saw a tree trunk,
Growing through a fence.
Metal bars pierced, as it grew,
It almost didn’t make sense.

Sap oozed out its flesh,
Where the spike had bored.
Victim of its own success,
As if it had fell upon its sword.

I wondered if the tree was wise,
That growing meant having to agonize.
The tree didn’t seem to mind though,
As it stretched toward the rainbow..

Details | Personification | |

Stump attracting me first and more than flowers

Flowers, grass, bushes, trees, attracted me in garden
In centre, a tree stump seemed to have complain 
Stump was sobbing, none was caring
Moved by tears, I moved closer to stump
Stump bit in solace, narrated nostalgia bit by bit

“ Was once gardens fame tree, grew lovers favorite flowers,
Lovers plucked flowers, friends wish came true for sure
On Valentine day, seeking wish fulfilling flower 
Lovers thronged, broke stem as they hysterically lunged, 
Lovers got flowers, their love life flowered
A child could not get flower, wept on failure
Queried, you are a child, flowers are for lovers 
Child wept louder said he too was a lover
Flower he wanted to present it to his Mother
Tears kept trickling , as if stump it was watering
Since then, every day child devotedly kept watering
Waiting for flower, be first one to pluck fresh flower
And present it to his dear Mother "

Deeply moved by childs love for stump, 
I felt ashamed for mad urge of plucking  flower
Flowers, thereafter, never plucked, left on tree to adore 
Not wanting to be sinned for depriving any child's present for mother
Now all stumps attracting me first and more than flowers      

( Entry for Members Contest - I fell in love with a Tree stump by Matt Caliri )    

Details | Ballade | |


Here you are
standing in the midst of enchantment
this is my backyard
these are the loving grounds
where I dreamt.

This is my backyard
this was my childhood
this is where I dreamed of... 
me a few years older falling in love
who would've known it would be you?

Spring in the air
but all you feel there
is me.

My innocent eyes.
My curly hair
sugar and spice
you wish you'd been there
to watch me grow up
but you're here now
to take it all in.
Soak it all up.

This is my backyard
this was my childhood.
This is where I dreamed of...
me a few years older,
falling in love.
Being grown up.

Never was there more innocence.

This grass is the bed 
where I slept,
this is my Dreaming Tree
I climbed as high as I could reach,
this is where I'd swing
while I planned all my dreams
where the tree house lived
and the poison ivy itched,
I owned all the soil I could touch 
and loved everything I could love.

This is where I laughed, 
this is where I cried,
this is where I napped,
this is where I lied,
this is where I bled,
this is where I won and where I lost,
this is where I said 
exactly what I thought.
This is where I became me,
this is where I dreamed...

The Big Tree where Jacob, Adam and I played,
the Sidewalk Josh and I raced,
this is where Corey walked me Home,
Rhiannon and Brittany told me secrets no one knows,
Jason told me to grab my bike 
when we were going for a ride.

This is my backyard
this was my childhood
this is where I dreamed of...
me a few years older falling in love...

Details | Rhyme | |

The Best Gift

I wake up bright and early, then look to my side
A smile takes over my face, and so does my pride
Watching you sleep in peace, and I forget to blink
“Thank you God”, is the first and only thing I could think
How I ended up here with you, the answer circulates my mind
My body starts to titillate, cause you're just so hard to find
Temperature on the rise, a volcano in pre-eruption
Trying to hold back, so your sleep don't get interruption
I had put my list for santa, underneath the bare tree
Now my first request is laying here, right next to me
Close my eyes, just to confirm that I”m not dreaming
My lips are sealed, but my heart's plausively screaming
All that I truly wanted, is up close in my possession
Keeping your love forever, is my only real obsession
Promise to cherish you, and treat you with utmost care
Like a purified diamond, baby you're extremely rare
Your skin is the wrapper, and your face is the bow
But the present underneath it all, is what I wanna know
Re-open my eyes to catch you demonstrating a grin
My head is enamored, trying to take all of this in
Our pupils lock, saying silent words, making my heart shift
Closer to you, can't wait to show the world, I got the best gift

Details | Quatorzain | |

Echoes of The Heart

Brows  from the west wind, clinch and glint abreast.
Bracelet she wears,rocks rhythm to country's souls.
Her coloured oval Lips subtle the thought
That she braises when it comes to domestics.

Her subdue touch and crutch are her good sorts.
Echoes of the heart, the chance that chest should date
With no vowel vague; and apprehensive to many.
Lo and behold certified and satisfactory core.

When we she built up beauty with peace
Our hearts long for day by day to feel and see?
Despite giant writes and intact punchy speeches,
Yet her dumb and deaf jokers move no inch.
When will her peaceful procreations procreate peace?
When will are heterogeneous veins vaunt brotherhood?
When will her crowns suffice  apartheid recurrences?
Or peace will dwell after the extinct of all her utterances?

Entered into: Gail Angel 
Doyle's "Echoes of The Heart" Contest.





Details | Free verse | |

Loves Philosophy

Where would we be without love?
Lost sheep of Babylon, not God’s doves,
Loves philosophy is: ‘love, love, love’,
So let’s begin her story,

Her story begins in the womb,
Where love maternal is in bloom,
Then paternal love springs forth,
With eventual dada mama of course,

Her first steps are tentative,
Steady, gradual, pensive,
Love is growing fast,
She waves her tiny hand, makes a fist,


Love is a mine of hearts and minds,
Broken, pumping, dull, awake,
For goodness sake let something shake!
From the tree of love, what does it take?

A fruit to fall upon my lap,
A love ripe to bite after a nap,
Alas alack release some slack,
I do not have the subtle knack,

Does it take so long to find loves grace,
With strawberry hair and a pretty face,
I wonder if there will be a share,
You cherry, me plum to be your care,

When all is said and done,
What is the point in life with no fun!
The harvest of love is worth more than gold,
So the story told should set the mould,

Look for love in the tree,
Where ever the tree may be,
And find a suitable fruit to munch,
And take them out for a hearty lunch,

If all fails and it well might,
Leave it a while with a smile,
Never giving up the fight,
Then when life is less stale, re ignite,

The journey restarted afresh aplomb,
Shields up for the femme bomb,
As for the men they may need fresh words,
To trap and seduce the startled birds,

A look again at the tree of love,
Where it is filled with new blossom,
Don’t act the goat or be a possum,
The news of love is close at hand,

A gent and a lady, years apart,
See eye to eye and have fresh heart,
Her mind is nimble his is on fire,
Where Lord to take this desire,

I wonder if it is going anywhere,
Do you care, do you think I care?
I adore you from the start,
Your nimble mind my aching heart,

To find her, unwrap her serenade her,
Hear her, feel her, getting close to her,
All in all falling about,
I could shout, is she the one!

Details | Rhyme | |

track 18

thanks for the tea, heres something about me
nothing beats poetry, sitting underneath a tree
thankin' my family for a strong identity
people watching cause its free, beauty in the scene
has me staring with a cheese, a smile at what i see
possibly a dream,  caught up mentally 
imagining a few things, with this human being
who has the sweetest energy, soulfood like collard greens
all fools falling means I'm really dumber than I seem
being intelligent isn't just from memory
its handling impermanence light and sensibly
and lady I'm feeling your sultry melodies
we'd be crowded if its three, sit and be my company
must be a chemistry major cause the reactions meant to be
the love we can achieve, is safe from any thieves
 hold em from my queen, hearts tucked into my sleeve

Details | Rhyme | |

The Woods Softly Beckon

The Woods Softly Beckon

The woods beckon my soul to fly
always they have but I ask why
Perhaps a father's love they give
to bring joy as I strive to live

The golden silence in wooded air
takes away every troubling care
Invisible mists cloaks their gifts
beauty that forever, forever uplifts

The woods send me on a great trip
a wine to ever so slowly , calmly sip
A marvel to visit and simply behold
a fine victory for the brave and bold

The views that Nature has crafted
which my soul seeks to be grafted
A spell shoots so sweetly into me 
when surround by the beauty of trees!

Robert J. Lindley  06-22-2014

Details | Rhyme | |

The Minister's Son

Once in a place on a top of a hill
Lies an oak tree the stood there still
Under that is a boy I know in pain
All wet because of his tears and the rain.

He swears he’ll never fall in love again
No more heartache that happened back then
But I do hope that he is wrong
Cause my heart screams we both belong.

He does not know I know the things he loves
From what he hates and what he wants to have
I know his favorite food, number, and song
He does not know I had him memorized for so long.

He loves things that the color is blue
He loves to tease me but never will argue
He loves to play basketball once a week or twice
He loves to eat ham soaked in vinegar and rice.

He loves places that are peaceful and quiet
He wants things to work out like what he had set
He is quiet and does not talk a lot
He wears v-neckline shirts that make him look so hot.

Nobody else knows what he does best
Playing guitar is his greatest asset
I know his hometown, where he came from
And I love it when he plays the drums.

Yes that guy is the one I love
He’s the one that I have been dreaming of
He’s my life, my love and no other than
The man in black the minister’s son.

Details | Quatern | |

Violet Grove

The trees, boasting about their colors, weep Having been newly blossomed they have clout Hidden behind the purple cloud they seep Blending beside each tree wishing about Reflecting image in the water true The trees, boasting about their colors, weep Thinking about love, this image brings you Secure as this grove pleasantly to keep Violet leaves stem out, getting what they reap Our house’s concealed beyond the world of trees The trees, boasting about their colors, weep The massive powers bring me to my knees Slowly I approach this island by boat Purple glow becomes greater, allowing sleep I’m surely enamored by the tree’s coat The trees, boasting about their colors, weep
Russell Sivey

Details | Free verse | |

The Snowy Life of Two Loving Ghosts

Taking suggestions especially on this poem. This is a first draft and I like it, but I don't have time to edit at the moment. Thank you!

The two ghosts dance through the barren forrest,
leaving footsteps to be pondered about
by the man who owns the land in the morning.
Howls and Screams and Laughter and Love
fill the dewy dark sky.
The two, lovers in death,
never knowing of the truth,
that their lives were taken
Snowfalls before,
being murdered in these woods,
their throat slits and their bodies mutilated,
No one knew who they were.

But here they are again,
running through the spindly trees,
taking in the scenes of their
eternal winter.
He takes her hand,
leading her to an opening in the trees,
a perfect circle, no light insight
but the stars above,
so beautiful,
so prominent.
Theres not a place in this town
better than this
to see the future amongst the stars.

They came here that day,
tent in one hand,
telescope in the other;
their thoughts in the air.
They were seventeen,
Seniors awaiting the approval
of a diploma,
They should be studying,
mid-terms next week.
They took a fatal break,
spent the night together,
only belonging to each other.

The ghosts;
who's sight doesn't recognize
the spot of their demise. 
They sit on top of a large smooth stone,
Left their by the world in it's hurry.
They gaze upon the stars,
waiting for the world to reveal itself.
The screams and wails and love still permeate the air.

They fell asleep in each others arms,
and so they never heard the footsteps,
the drunken laughs of men full of sin,
ready for some action.
They found the tent,
they killed the innocent souls,
but instead of leaving they bodies,
they left the ghosts,
taking the bodies and
depositing them in the freezing lake.
They then sat upon the rock,
laughing about the deed done,
passing out in the deadfall of snow.

The transparent lovers jump to the snow,
throwing themselves down to sleep the night away.
They cuddle,
protecting each other from the snow,
the danger,
the truth.
The smile,
and with one last scream,
they kiss,
merging with the snow,
Part of the world,
and this spot full of false truths.

No longer do lively bodies wander about the woods,
and the owner hardly visits.
But a few times each winter,
when the snow has fallen so deep,
You can hear the screams,
the howls, 
the laughter
and the love
of two ghosts
dancing in the snow.

Details | Lyric | |

In Nornalup

In Nornalup

When I’m in the country
With my lady by my side
In the midst of all this beauty
My soul feels deified
As the river glistens gaily
Beneath the morning sun
Well her and I, and all of this
Oh boy! Each day’s such fun
In Nornalup.

When I wake up each new morning
In this chalet on the banks
Of the river of the painted trees
I offer all my thanks
To The power who gave this all to me
Hey, I’m a lucky guy
I’m bound to make this journey
Until the day I die
To Nornalup.

In Nornalup, in Nornalup
Where the sun upon those trees
Does cause the day to fill with grace
That’s the place for her and me.

I watch those trees near the river bank
As they’re dancing in the sun
To the rhythm of the gentle breeze
There’s a love song just begun
As she stands beside me looking at
This painted scene there yonder
Its beauty it will fill my soul
Oh, I will always ponder
On Nornalup

Details | Villanelle | |


The Christmas tree stands alone
But still decorated with lights glowing
The family has come and gone

A misty tear drop with a quiet groan
Remembering the days when they were home
The Christmas tree stands alone

Wanting little ones to come and crawl in zone
Of the blanket, packages, and decorations
The family has come and gone

Leftover food, torn wrap, lights that shone
Guiding them to this warm old home
The Christmas tree stands alone

Dirty dishes, soiled placemats, candles blown
Still longing for them at home
The family has come and gone

Time passes, situations change
The love in my heart remains the same
The Christmas tree stands alone
The family has come and gone

Details | Haiku | |

Taboo Haiku

     Taboo Haiku

Bamboo skirt lifts scents
Flavors of river desires
Absorbs each other 

Details | Blank verse | |

whispers of Love

The Whisper of Love
The mild spring wind whispered: I love you and stroked 
my face… but then it clouded over the wind hoarsely 
shouted: I love you. I fled indoors but it howled nonstop 
by the French window: I love you, and I held my hands 
against ears as not hear.

Angrily I hollered back: go away I never cared for you, 
your obsessive love is too much to bear, strangling me.  
But I tell not truth, sweet Marilyn, I love you more now 
than before; the wind became a mild zephyr and said: 
I know, I know my darling.

The almond tree said: I thought it was me you loved, 
my flowers you admire. But you are deflowered now.    
I said. This is the rudest thing I ever heard said the oak 
and shook it crown so sadly that a crow family fell out.
and cawed crossly at me.

Don´t you get I said I love you all you´re nature the air 
that I breathe the food I eat and the grass I walk on.
But the olive tree spoilt my words by pretentiously 
saying: one, who loves all, loves no one, and eastward 
the crow family flew. 

Details | Lyric | |

Christmas Through July

Christmas Through July

Christmas is such a grand time of the year!
People are happy joy shows everywhere. 
Gifts of love arrive from both far and near.
Scents of the season permeate the night air.

Remembering the Savior's love so grand.
Families hang lights, such a beautiful sight.
Decorations displayed across the land.
Many surprises are shared Christmas night.
January came but the tree remained.
Celebrating my child's birthday the same.
Just like Jesus, her happiness sustained.
Each year's tradition when her birthday came.

Year round loving was about to be taught.
Decorations of hearts and shiny red balls
Replaced the angels that Christmas had brought.
February feelings Christ's love did recall.

In March, the tree was adorned with shamrocks.
Paper-mâché nuggets sparkled in gold.
Children and laughter sang around the clock.
Smiles, like at Christmas, were great to behold.

April was spring pretty flowers were hung.
It took a lot of work, but was it still fun.
We at play felt pure joy, free and young.
One fun filled plan to teach love, begun.

May decorations, the best, I recall.
Mother's day cards, painted hands, paper plates.
A trip to the attic was fun for all.
While cherishing the loves childhood creates.

Christmas in June on a new marriage day
Downstairs jam-packed squeezed in each wedding guest.
Rained out at the park, they saw our display.
Christmas year round knew love at its best.

July 30th past, the flags were still hung.
Patriotism shown, honored with rare style.
Christmas in July with a new day sung.
We took down the tree cherishing each smile.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:  This lyric poem written in quatrain format is a true story that expresses my feelings about 
showing love year round…not just in December.  

Details | Sedoka | |

The Storm in my Heart set His Tree on Fire

My cheeks pressed against
my window while the rain drops
Streamed down the glass, down my face
Alluding to tears,
Staring across at your house,
Lights out, cars gone, vacant.

The oak tree scratching
At your old bedroom window,
Muddy,bare, lifeless garden, 
It has been a week,
Thunder explodes from a far,
Lightning strikes the tree on fire.

BY: sabina nicole

Details | Crown of Sonnets | |


This is a story poem. I call, ALL FOR THE LOVE OF BETSY

ILL start this little story by asking a question,what is love?
They say there is all kinds of love.
This story is about a new kind of love.
I had two  loves my girlfriend and I was in love with my car.
Now you might say that is strange to be in love with a car.
It is not me that is strange being in love with a car.
What is strange,is the strange behavior of the car.
Now I got you confuse, or you think IM just plain crazy.

Well my story really begins when my grandfather gave me 1955 OLDSMOBILE.
I was so proud of the car,I even gave her a name.I called her BETSY.
She was two tone yellow and black,she was a beauty.
I wash and waxs BETSY everyday.
I even carved a heart on BETSY dashboard.
I wrote in the heart,ALL FOR THE LOVE OF BETSY

About the time I had BETSY,I met my future wife BARBARA.
She also was a beauty.
This is where my little story starts to get strange.
 BETSY seem to take on a life of her very own
When I was alone with betsy,she run like a jewel.
When BARBARA was riding in BETSY.
BETSY would run like a mule.

One night I had four flat tires.
Another night BETSY loss all her power.
I thought the cable on BETSY battery came loose.
Whenever I played the radio it came in nice and clear.
Whenever BARBARA played the radio nothing came on but static.

The strangest part of the story when BARB and I was on a pinic.
We were sitting under a willow tree.
I carved a heart on the bark of the willow tree.
Inside the heart I wrote,ALL FOR THE LOVE OF BARBARA.
Just I like I  in the heart I carved on BETSY dashboard,

BETSY was parked on an enbankment.
We were sitting under the willow tree below the enbankment.
Some how BETSY hand break came loose
 and BETSY started to roll down the enbankment.

BETSY crashed into the willow tree and scapeof the heart on the bark of the tree
BETSY burst into flames and was gutted out.
All except where I carved the heart on BETSY dashboard,

BARBARA and I got married,
but as for BETSY,I never had a car quite like her again.
I dont know if you believe my story or think IM strange.
But do you want to know what is really strange,

Details | I do not know? | |


Oh! pretty nature
This is eye-catcher
On the wet, wet grass
There were few dew drops
Shelly and I
Reeling, in pleasure
Selling, our leisure
Rolling, in great measure
This is big pleasure
O, I love this season
It's spring,
This is the reason...

Details | Free verse | |

My Mothers Doll

Weeping on the window sill.
A long pass love to give.
A doll that with stand time.
Like wear and tear on its strings inside.
The sand that flows in an hour glass.
Is a way to find a love that pass.
My mother holds it once again.
A cool person who love to give.
She gives it to my brothers daughter.
With it sitting on a spindle it can spin.
To thread it back into its former self.
It begins a new love with in.

Details | Free verse | |


Under the tree she sobs in fright,
Her tears cascading down her cheeks,
the feeling of hate in her soul,
fear that was brought-with by her father.

The man she trusted ,she called her father,
believed that she was safe without fright,
gave him love obedience and mostly her soul,
is the man who brought tears down her cheeks.

He came home with usual pinch on the cheeks,
took her by the arm without conscience in his soul,
with a nut brained devour and it was her father,
reaped her off her clothes and sent her into fright.

Now she sits under the tree with great fright,
hands around her legs recollecting ordeals by her father, 
fear,hate,anger as she wipes tears of her cheeks,
should she elope or stay here with a broken soul.

Details | Light Poetry | |

Dark Woods MT

We had a row, I ran from the car, I knew he would not follow me.
I ran into the woods opposite,  that was where, I had my favourite tree.
I had never been to my tree before, in the dark before this
Just in the daylight time and enjoyed many a stolen kiss.

I almost lost my way in the woods; the noises were getting to me
Is he following? No, he is in the car and not looking towards our tree.
I sink down, I have found my tree at last, my very own secret tree
I tell it my problems and wishes, and I know it understands me.

The car has left, he has driven off, and the lights from my view are gone
I don’t really care I hate him right now, I wish we had never promised to be one.
I am lost in telling my thoughts to my tree, when I feel a hand upon my shoulder
Oh, he has come, I relax I try to touch his hand and I feel he is getting bolder.

I do love him really, I realise as I reach to touch him so soft,
But there is no hand when I touch it, and a smell begins to waft
I jumped up and looked at my favourite tree
A smell of decay began to swirl around me.

Its branches wrapped me in a hug, until my tree enveloped me
‘I’ve watched you before at my feet.’ A strange voice sounded from the tree.
‘You use me, talk to me, and ask me  to put your own world to right, 
So be happy my love tonight this is our special night.’

‘Tonight you have come and poured out your heart
So now, to me you belong, and we will never ever part.’
I became part of my tree, its branches I now filled
He told me he had put my world right, my wishes he had fulfilled.

The car has returned with more people in it
Backwards and forwards searching, all with torches lit.
They search for me calling my name, and to my tree they do come
I can see them, but they do not see me, for part of the tree I have become.

The smell of decay after all these years is now sweet to my own sense of smell
Two lovers fight, she leaves her lover there at my feet, on his own in misery to dwell.
He sits at my feet and tells me all his wishes and of all of his many woes
I will be patient for the time will come; he will be mine this much I know.

Details | Rhyme | |

Oak Leaves

The withered leaves of summer days
Cling to the oak tenaciously;
Their dry and brittle sighs are heard
When winter winds sift through the trees.
They will not die a gracious death
And flutter to the fields while gold;
When other leaves deep carpets make
Impassioned oaks increase their hold.
They cling till Death's determined winds
In violent spasm fling them down;
But, even as they touch the ground,
New buds of green replace the brown.

How I admire their courage, staunch,
Their joy of living in Death's face,
For even winter's blasting wind
A challenge meets in their embrace.
Although their death is imminent,
Their grasp near wrested from the tree,
They strain to sip life's nectar all,
Before they meet eternity.
I would be like them to the end;
While drinking in my final breaths,
I'd sing of life's ecstatic joy
And pause with you when facing death.

Details | I do not know? | |

No Blood Red Sky

Sit, watch the evening low and born today of but three last clouds 
A bruding closeness threatening about the body and house 
Await the door bell in one hour she comes maybe just at close of day
Tomorrow not signalled as good just yet by sky red notes and sheperd's deilght  
Wind calmly waving the chestnut tree and Holly tree no blood red berry to offer up

Adjust the wicker chair. Looked, a heron zed shaped and flat lining across the last two clouds
With grace and solitude well heard but lost against the descending blue night 
An orange and pink of quick left and right brush strokes blazes the sky
At horizon's edge it sits pushing towards me towards my window so quick 
Within the blink of moving my red wicker chair there's no blood red wickered sky above

As night closes ever more a plane a double trail of vapours lays it's lines
before the sky it heads west to Atlantic waves 25 miles yonder 
Laid double pink but not red disolving at one end all the time
The door bell alerts my love announces do you like my new dress 
A dress so red and bright for my birthday night but not blood red to match the sky night

The night arrives and bows to the blue of day now in hews of deeper orange 
darker pink darker pink brown. Grey lines interlaced. It chokes and tightens 
Squeezing away it's last colours but not quite not quite. I look no more
Two sugars or one my love my favourite red cup. The day breathes it's last.
Colours gone to blackened clouds my cup red but not a blood red sky tonight.  


Details | Rhyme | |

come to me i pray


Sitting in the darkest corner of the room
Hoping that this love would come real soon
So come to me I pray, and that with 
Me you will forever stay.

Love may only come once in a lifetime to some
And many loves to others
But to me you are my lifetime love
Sent to me from up above.

You fill the skies with your light
And turn my darkest night bright.
Your love like the ocean beating up
Against the shore, holding me forever more.
So I will tell you of my love the best I can
So that you will understand.
I am but a small little tree in a large forest
Looking for a ray of light, that will make me
Sing with delight.
A small fish in a pond-where all the other fish have gone.
A little sparrow in the sky- where hawks dare to fly.
The tip of a rainbow with all its colors
Which no one ever seems to find
 cause they’re Looking way too high.
I am all this rolled into one
And these things I have become.

I am the beautiful rainbow way up high
I am the sparrow - with eagles I fly
I am the fish who has become the whale
And for your love I will not fail.
I am the little tree with the largest roots below the ground
I have grown without a sound.
I am your love -can’t you see
A greater love there’ll never be.

Details | Couplet | |

One Day of Knowing (For the Eve in Eden Contest Sponsored by: Deborah Guzzi)

One Day of Knowing

Adam, my Adam, please come stroll with me.
Let us take another walk to the sea.
Come, my husband, the man of my dreams,
We can live forever with no blasphemes!
You named all the animals as God asked.
Eons flew past; you continued the task.
Never “alone” working with no adieu.
God’s right hand man; I am so proud of you!
Alone in the garden, when God went out –
I keep wondering, what was that about?
What was on the outside?  I wish I knew –
Perhaps way back then…a dangerous venue.
Every yesterday walking side by side
In sync in the garden we two abide.
Millions of years living, immortal, shared.
God invented…giving to us; He cared.
Day after day together leisurely
We, walking with God obediently,
Free to eat of the Tree of Life and live.
Explicate that one, Adam?  Come on; give! 
Let us try the other fruit; we will not die.
The serpent said we would not.  Let us try. 
The Tree of Life gives immortality.
We will know good and evil, God’s specialty.
You said, before “Eve, do not ask again.”
We could be like God; come on let us win!
I am looking for adventure, if you please.
Life in the garden is a boring ease.  
Perhaps I will taste that fruit without you.
Then, you will miss me for an eon or two.
Good idea, baby”— Now, I am thinking!
Beguile me again…these teeth are sinking.
Adam, oh Adam, I ate and still live.
It tastes delicious; this is yours…I give. 
Yummy!  Eve, I love your tummy…naked.
Yikes!  He is unquenchable; love related.
What have I done eternity like this?
Never ending energy, a constant kiss.
My rebel spirit brought mortality.
Now, pain and toil, shall drive humanity.
Come on God; what is next?  Please do something –
God banished us the Tree of Life; mortal life stings –

DEDICATED to the original EVE whose rebel spirit and convincing tongue brought mortality to both Adam and herself.  Thus, the adventures of mortal man began and humanity

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
May, 2010

Poetic form:  Couplets

Details | Light Poetry | |


Although I am dying cold, 
and flying out of gold
Still am tall,
and I boldly flower out the tree of my love 
and shower it on my lover; for free

Still am tall,
even when I trim to other short side of the road
and notice that some tree toad odd lovers, 
sorely fold their love reflection and affections,
and sale old loaves of love to their lovers 

Still am tall,
and I will always stand tall in love,
with a medal of her untold beauty  

Still am tall,
because she is my tree of life insurance
and I am lifeless without her in my life

Details | Rhyme | |

Our Nation's Vain Oblation Part 2

There is still time, to re group, the troop,
The very root
That’s the real deal,
For it is a holy field!

Remember always, it’s the root that supports the tree,
No matter how large the tree be,
That would be you and me!
The government is our servant,
Don’t you think it’s time we deserve it,
If so, lets us preserve it!

Guys, it’s like unrighteous salmon,
Going down the tree, and the tree is twiddle dee,
Don’t you see, that’s you and me!
It’s the unrighteous mammon,
That has, and will continue to cause the world’s famine,
Carried by the salmon,
Down the tree,
That will spoil the root, you see!

The government above government,
The cover of government,
Is God who is love above, the gov!
God the big picture,
Not the elixir,
Of the harlot,
Of scarlet!

Now Isaiah saya, God saya, 
My thoughts and my ways,
Will blaze, my says.
My love is source,
Of course.
You have a wal-mart of heart,
Go there,
And you will declare,
My! The abundance of the supply,
It’s higher than the sky!
But why, do you leave it on the shelf,
Un till nothing is left,
Of the mind’s kind!

If you would go to my Wal mart,
Into your heart,
To start.
Love’s kind in time,
Would change your corporate mind,
To a blue and true,
That is really you!

Let us not talk about Obama,
Let us be a little calmer.
But God above is the bomber
And the comma!
Obama will for now do,
To pursue,
God’s view!

Our nation’s complacency,
Is what caused our vacancy,
Of course, of love’s source,
And this could eventually cause a divorce!

There is a higher reality,
Which is of love’s vitality,
Higher than the mind’s reality,
Minus any vitality!

Details | I do not know? | |

The Swaying of the Grass



A path leads,

to where wild grass grows,


sashaying in the summer breeze.




Along the path,
lightness settles within,


feeling the grass,
tickling ankles,


swaying to the lilting bird-song,

in a dance of intimate abandon,


brushing the remnants of pain away.




Melodies float across fields of green,

delicately caressing my heart,


teasing emptiness to flee,

comforting the mind,


to silently be.




Walking on,
savouring the peace,


a momentary respite,
from the burdens of the now,


all is quiet,


a stillness cradling fractured emotions,


the grass in the fields sway,


dusk descends,


shadows lengthen,


nudging dimming light to take leave,


of the day

Details | Free verse | |


May i have your undivided wilderness?
Please. Some place where ‘me’ might lose
its self without forgetting what I am.
I know it exists because you exist,
& all those unnameable things that hide
in silence between the heart beats of trees.
If I were to offer a prayer or a stone
it would not include matches or road maps -
but some ancient chanting heard from afar
when the mountains hold their breath,
and romance runs free of camps & campfires.
Here, I’m taking off my shoes, my clothes.
I’m throwing away the book. There are
some places you can only enter unarmed.
Your undivided wilderness is one of them.
Everyone needs a place to grow.

Details | Rhyme | |

Under The Rowan Tree

A blustery night, the warm breeze beckons
Under the leaves of The Rowan Tree
Sparkling stars, and silver crescent
As the crickets whisper patiently
Your eyes alight, your soft skin glows
Your smile, in the moonlight barely seen

And yet it sparkles, as if it knows 
That the whole world gasps at it's gleam
A single cloud, formed in your eye
Raining tears of joy to your hear 
Bursting forth, from the blackened sky
And sadness and madness depart

I hold you close, and warmth you feel
As your hair blows in the wind
And you gasp at the thought, your mind, it reels 
As you re-live it again and again 
That first moment we were together
When we rested, hand in hand

The music played, your eyelids heavy
And The Rowan made it's demands
Rest here tonight, don't be afraid 
My branches paint these skies
And we trusted him, contented there 
Never weighed the dreaded goodbye 

And close you are, to my heart and myself
Hoping silently that you'll stay
Perfection is an impossible dream
But yet you've found a way
And now, somehow, in my arms I hold
The apple of God's eye

And I whisper, close to silence
That miserable, dismal goodbye
Part ways, we must 
We have come now to the end
Under the Rowan, so alone this night
Waiting 'till we meet again 

My emotions swell, as I re-live as well
That first time we locked eyes 
Your hand in mine, your heart so close
Your lips, they told no lies
So I sing my heart, so soft and low
Melodies flow to the silver moon

Beckoning for your quick return 
In my arms you will be soon 
So here I wait, here I am, Here will I always be
My arms still open, my heart, it races
Under the Rowan Tree

Details | Rhyme | |

The wretched tree

Awkward is this line that is crossed above
Straight ahead are falling stars of love,
And not to lose all that is built in here
Everything is turning blue, very hard to bear.

The wretched tree is all alone and ugly
An’ I’m standing here and watching,
Its heart is turning to liquid badly,
I ran for it with my soul weeping.

Awkward is this feeling that I can’t ignore,
Everything has stopped into this world,
And my time is up and the fight is lost,
I can’t save that poor tree’s life, is frost.

A golden globe is floating over us,
I’d like to touch it and hold it for a while,
Just to remember how my life was.
I’ve trusted that daemon and he betrayed me, how?

All those days with lies and happiness,
We were connected like iron on fire.
I had more than one little desire
And now I know that he is heartless.

But then he was not diabolic, no.
He was like an angel, with pure eyes,
There were more things that I could’ve shown
And I left my heart in his hands.

And now I must sell my soul forever
In change of that tree’s life and light,
And I’d do that proudly, just to save that,
And never fall in love again and ever.

All these choices I have made,
All these promises I’ve said,
I regret no more, I forgot it all,
I intent to start a new endless life for all!

Next to this daemon I fear,
I wipe, I am faithless and unsure,
Unsure of this feeling never seen before,
I think that my heart you should hear.

And I did what I had to do,
I’ve crossed the world with him in two,
We’ve spread the love and fear for them,
Now nothing’s left for both of them.

An old wretched tree lives,
And a young girl dies.
But the souls shall meet again,
And they’ll be alive instead.

Details | Ode | |

The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part 1)

On a windswept hill crest by the sea there is a lonely ancient sentient tree that seems so 
figuratively familiar to me, I wonder why this can be n’ who my heart longs for when
I’m here n’ why love gives no guarantee…
Though I visit here frequently, today I was summoned, beckoned by the branches of this 
solitary tree swaying in the breeze, to this charming yet purgatorial space...

I knelt down upon this strange magical place n' was carried away as my fingers traced an 
owl’s feather to my face n’ wondered why I loved n’ despised this fateful place…
My body shivered, internally tingling n’ with grace, some kind of enlightened knowing I could 
not erase n' like the sentient tree that cradles you within, I sensed your ethereal embrace…

Silence ends where you begin, I heard the likes of Aeolian sing “Oh my Immortal”  n’ your 
poetic voice disturbed the chaos in the winds of my mind n’ there within returned the 
memory of your handsome androgynous face…
I said… “Come let my hands play upon your skin” n with my thoughts gathering to replay a 
scene across time of broken hearts n’ love’s abandoning reflected in the fire of your eyes n’ 
a touch of a feather upon my face…

I’ll never know your name or how many tears were cried in the oceanic depths of your 
pleasure n’ pain, though the salt I can taste in the tempest of this darkening day as the wind 
heralds your scent n’ presence unto me…
I’ll never know all who walked hand in hand here before me or where each discarded shell 
has been as the seasons flew away, yet I now know why a thousand Halloweens were  your 
destiny n’ you summoned me to transcend my mortality n’ the meaning of silent words at 
play this day…

Our ancient bodies lay together here beyond mortal touch, though in my present existence I 
no longer recall our names, they are lost in my many lifetimes yet kept in the Goddess’s 
Though no longer you feel my touch or pleasure n’ pain I'll plant a flower as a blessing on 
top of our grave, above the waves, where your soul is a slave to this sentient tree cradling 
your ashes n’ bones returned to dust…

Details | Narrative | |

The Sky, The Tree and the House

A man and woman 
Lived side to side
A tree and English house
A pen is found on former’s hand
That knows no fetterings

His tales are based on happiness
A simple life with a tree
While all the while the woman sighs 
The binds of residency

She brings her ladder down to him
Slowly down the tree
To invite him into her bleak
And somehow make him stay

The scarcity of the man’s life it seems
To be her serenity

And sadly so, she is declined
By the man who bears her love
A tear then falls to the saddened house
Accentuating the depression

A drop, five drops and a shower
As the skies sang with her sadness
The sky that longed the woman’s touch
Has decided how he could love her

The hardened tree falls at the man
In solemnity he was crushed 
To which befalls the irony
Her then desire was to be gone

Two bodies felled to the silent ground
The woman and the man’s
An oak that fell at storm’s command
A crime of love it seems

Love lost, unreturned and forever gone
Longings torn from the hearts

Details | Rhyme | |

Sweet Passion

A world of passion, where happiness is the norm 
Sun is peaking out, even in the midst of a storm 
Trees striking poses, grass dancing with the wind 
Heaven's tears of joy, falling to the surface end 
Mother nature's air consumed with gratifying bliss 
Angels smiling down sending their satisfying kiss 
A gentle melody, is sung by vocal bees and birds 
Carried away by God's harmonious words 
Life grows sweeter, with every newborn second 
Each moment is cherished, like the wise would reckon 
Regret is extinct, great memories are everlasting 
Hate is discriminated, pure love is always blasting 
Fulfillment never lacked, distributed to all who care 
Happiness inserted into all the hearts willing to share 
Kids playing in the fields, completely spirit free 
Adults laughing in awe of everything they see 
It seems so fictitious, yet it's extremely real 
Life is love, and love is what we should feel 
Matters of the heart, pursued in a sincere fashion 
The world is what you make it, when chasing your  passion 

By: Steven Dean Jr. 

Details | Free verse | |

Rounding Out Reality

            Rounding Out Reality

Rounding out reality
Dreams fall down on columned nights
Walls fade in golden mist
Swirl into the clarity of day
A kiss is tangible in the distance
Flavored vapors and water come
From the last midnight rain engagement
Came and went away with sleep, pure with sentiment
Sweet sense and fragrances of forest clearing
Corridors of trees lead on the wind
Solid as concrete love, white, with water droplets
Paths circle on themselves to find a clearing in the forest
There is nothing more fragile than my love
Holding on to her is like holding onto time
Sleep rounds out the walls of reality
A golden light on forest green
One soft spot of ground to lay a blanket down
And with my love round out reality

Details | Ballade | |

A Coat of Banter

Your tree limbs have been good friends with time
Stretched over the watery deep
Surrounded by decay as snow fell in the winter-time
The earth seemed jaded slow brown in its creep
Up to your strong roots as if dependent
On your overwhelming determination
Not to give up every minute spent
Giving love whether true, tainted or infatuation
You are a Marvel of creation

The snow's cold stayed a bit from you
Respecting your perseverance
At times i dream clearly of you
Happy, helpful, caring, steeped in your vigilance
As if you have to do all these things
A ransom you pay for the extra time you've spent
Adorning yourself in life's frills
Giving your all in everything laying patient
You are a Marvel of creation

In celebration of your days we all came
Flowing in from life's treacherous chill we resign
Our hearts smiling as we bask in fame
Cause you are of no ordinary design
This rough life seems only to blossom
Your flowerless tree branches
Grasping why we cannot begin to fathom
Giving you new reasons to peer into these trenches
Changing our lives with warmth, if that alone
You are a Marvel of Creation

                                        Copyright May2007 J.R. Thomas

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My Vine

My Vine
Though thy leafs are dry in the winter 
The taste of thy sweet love keeps my roots wet
Though thy stem doubt’th to see the fruit of it’s perseverance
With determination I anchor my trust in the smell of thy fragrance

Winds blow mightily along the seeds of my love but fear’th I not 
For my love is not just a seed
It germinated long before the birth of the wind
My love a whisper so soft though so powerful 
So fairy but always true

Though pictures of doubt overpower my state of mind during the day
A soft gentle whisper wakes me at night 
“Do not frown, do not drown in the thought of loss
Thee will love and thee will be loved.
Thy heart will rejoice in the thought of everlasting happiness”

My beauteous queen 
Though thee be uncertain of thyself and loose sight of thy beauty 
I shall be thy eyes; I shall remove thy doubt 
The echo of thy voice may drift out to sea
But the melody of thy song, will bring forth a soothing breeze to my soul

Forever I will write 
For the color of my love ought never to be red
It will blossom with orange 
For my love is neither dead nor fading
It is as fresh as the first day of spring

No longer will there be a winter
For the dangers of winter, are no longer dangers to fear 
Simply reminders of my endurance
Though thy reply may faintly fade like the color of the leafs
The roots of my vine will be eternally impregnable 

                                                                                                                 8 June 2011       

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Amazing lump! I fell in love with tree stump

Love stories are many written and directed
Usually all with ending life or with survive
It is my pleasure to extend the predefined
Love is expansible crossing all stories of time.

It is that moment when I myself realised
Sitting on the tree stump to create a delight
Considered an obstacle yet smiles alive
Trying to breathe out again a new life
Clearly describes its age nothing to hide
Showered so much love with fruits fine
Now being injured for building heights
Valued so less as no more like a gold mine.

Amazing Lump! I fell in love with a tree stump 
Gives immense love while it expects none
Sacrifices whole life from the day sown till born 
Even after being cut cares for human’s plight.

Heart of an innocent child sharing soul smile
Companion of all my good and bad times
My tears reflected in its caring decaying eyes
Love seamless yet strange in material kinds
Takes me to the bottom of blame game field 
Where I learn for pleasure to dedicatedly write
O’ Stump for me thy are my garden’s pride

Quitting my loneliness lighting treasured times
Wish I could perform just one wonder same type
Thanks for being true without committing relation
Place to rest tired people being a soul of divine!

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Seed Of Love

Tiny seeds germinate
Fresh roots sprout
New life is born!
The weeds come for free
As every beautiful rose
Has it's thorns!
Growing tall, against all odds
Growing towards the light
Laying our roots deep
Staying strong, yet flexible
We are a tree of life
Or the seed in the ground
We are 'one' of the same!

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Untitled 6

She isn’t dormant, she moves through the dark in this new phase, 
as exact as a silver snowflake.  Despite her voicelessness, she speaks to me.
Her swollen body is idolized in the black that she unstains; she owns the shadows.

                I live for the night, it rejuvenates my scars; it’s my only pleasure.

But she soon becomes entangled in his net of branches, in his
labyrinth of wires. The moon-bruise aches in these hands that grasp 
her too tightly, the constant stroking; her whole existence is fingered blackly.

                I crackle with his razor touches that hook on to my skin.

Each vein sticks to her, emptying her white cup, eating her souring flesh;
to you the moon is just a stone, her presence doesn’t haunt you,
she is more than my reflection; and I feel myself becoming cold.

                This struggle makes me scab but the yellow puss still leaks from me.

And I am numb with fear. She peeks through the branches like bone 
in a deep cut, only she never stops bleeding. Her bleached corpse-body 
aches for freedom, but she is truly caught; her ends fray and we unravel.

                I wear her scabbing scars too, she is my sister after all.

This new phase is exhausting, he wants to lick my skin off. 
My white body is caustic; it bites me back; I scratch and feel myself flake
beneath the nails. I touch the tree and feel its poison enter me.

                You are my immunity. But I don’t think I can go on.

We are septicly whole. She is draining, pouring herself out, as animated as 
the old skull with its thin layer of skin: its veins pulsating with the starved 
appearance of Death. I don’t think I’m here anymore either. I am in her bone casket.

                You know this crippling well; we have both lived with these deformities.

I am now in the tree with her. She is now all of my eye, we touch and 
I am frosted. We are one to the wet core, that stuff that white is made from,
and we are each swallowed by his trunk, living inside his chest of ill health.

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The Sturdy Oak

I loved to stand beneath the spreading oak,
Protected by a canopy of leaves.
Its branches strong, as were my lover's arms.
I'd yet to learn sometimes a look deceives.

We'd spread a picnic cover underneath
And have a lover's lunch while sitting there.
The massive tree protecting from the sun,
With love to keep me from all other care.

A strong wind blew, my precious oak came down.
I hadn't guessed 'twas hollow at the core.
And then my love, I thought I knew so well
Proved as unsound and now loves me no more.

The strength of both I thought would ever be,
My tree, my love, so empty there within.
I stand bereft, my helpless heart exposed,
Nor tree nor love will gain my trust again. 

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That Stand, Red Oaks On The Hill

That Stand, Red Oaks On The Hill

That stand of old red oak trees on the high hill
 centuries flown by and yet they awe men still
I visited often in early breezy, cool morning treks
 to calm myself and defeat many of life's little wrecks!

Or on holiday weekends when more time I could enjoy,
 sometimes just to leave worries I wish to destroy
In early June after the woods have left winter behind
 I march quickly to soak in their majestic kind!

Late Fall when rainbow colors they gifted man and world
 bright reds, yellows, browns best canvas ever unfurled
Resting there on such days brought my heart such peace
 restored my beaten soul, giving my spirit a new lease!

Winter arrives wrapping their tall arms in shining white
 beauty, that magical beauty of their white glow at night
Soothing the mists that sail from their combined might
 precious the glow, that glow of joyous healing light
Memories of many cool nights camping in their safe arms
 ever in love, deeply in love with their mythical charms!

Robert J. Lindley 06-01-2014

Another rewrite of a write I did over 40 years ago. Inspired
by a large stand of tall old Red Oak trees very near our home
 when I was a young child. I remember that beauty and majesty that
sat me in awe and sealed my love of the woods forever!!

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My Christmas

This Christmas is going to be very special to me,
I have the girl possibly my bride to be.

I refuse to give her nothing but my all,
I love how she throws the snowball.

I love every moment it makes me feel like I can fly,
I will love her till the day I die.

I want to hold her tight,
I want to hold her by my tree with all my might.

I love you so much I feel I can cry this you should know,
Take my hand Larissa Angelica please don’t ever let go.

There’s nothing I want more then Christmas you’re at my door,
You make me so happy you give me something to live for.

I will cry with you I will protect you I will die for you,
It’s Christmas the world is yours that’s what I want to do.

Christmas is usually about gifts, family, & friends,
You are the only one I need as my heart mends.

I always remember what its like to look at your gorgeous smile,
It makes my heart melt & go wild.

I pray which is rare for me,
I pray forever this love will be.

I hate to make wishes & other hopes,
Except this is too special I refuse to be the one who mopes.

I tend to be seen as lost in my faith possibly the end,
Although don’t completely count out it returning once again.

You in my life makes me a believer in some way,
Wearing a cross or Christ head could be today.

It’s scary with the thought of losing my best Christmas gift ever,
On my side the idea of leaving you I say never.

I feel you deep inside I see you & feel great,
Your smile to me is definitely bait.

This year I don’t need to see what’s under the tree with greed,
I already have everything I could ever want & need.

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Why the dogwood tree grows

Why the dogwood tree grows.

In the middle of a vacant filed stands a grand dogwood tree where the  crows gather daily. People flock far and wide just to gaze at its majestic stature and overwhelming beauty wondering silently amongst themselves, “How this tree came to be.”

Shrouded in secrecy lays the scattered bones of a dead man. 

His hands rest against his thighs, his head turned upright as his soil filled eyes gaze upward awaiting the warm glow of the sun that sadly never comes.

The man laid to rest beneath the black dirt over time had long been forgotten, he no longer had a name, no home, or even a family of his own. Just the loving roots he had been encased in long ago.

But how this event came to be only three could say.
The women, the murder, and the forever silent dogwood tree.

The restless bones belonged to a man, a young man who had fallen in love and courted another mans betrothed. The women cared for the simple gardening man and the many trees his nimble fingers tended but her fiance was a jealous chap with rage to match.
And upon one final night after witnessing their true loves kiss the grief stricken cohort stuck the man down with his rusted pick axe and banished the gardener to his hand dug grave, placing his lifeless corpse in a vacant filed in which no one came. But what the enraged man didn’t foresee was the seed of a dogwood tree.
It fell from the deceased pocket and grew from the gardeners heart.

Year after year the tree budded magnificent flowers each possessing a hint of red staining their petals.

People marveled in its splendor gazing at the unique tree, gasping in awe and glee, but for one women its beauty agonized her for its existence was a constant reminder that no justice, nor revenge could ever be won for her simple gardening man.

And as the roots steamed onward feeling the caressing flow of a spring wind on its crimson petals the mans chest flooded with air and his dry, frail skeleton once more exuded life; 

And  as she eyed the swaying branches his memory suddenly came to life.
He was the air the tree inhaled, the nutrients it desperately needed to grow, and the reason it thrived.

Even in death he had the gardeners touch.

Her wrinkled face light up with love and for the first time in fifty years she smiled in happiness thinking to herself.

“That is why the dog wood tree grows, its out of love for my dead mans bones.”

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I Fell in Love with a Tree Stump

I fell in love with a tree stump
Well, my wife's wooden leg
Part of that tree helps her walk
With another part, I made a keg

I fill that thing full of rootbeer
The keg I mean, not my wife
The leg I made from an old cedar stump
That I whittled out with my knife

She smells like Christmas all year long
Don't you just love that cedar smell?
Sometimes I use it to play with the dog
Makes a good back scratcher as well

In termite season she throws a terrible fit
They just won't leave her alone
She says she loves the leg I made
But she wishes I made it of stone

I fell in love with a tree stump
And then I started to think
With the rest of that stump I'll build an outhouse
The cedar will cover the stink

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Spring Shows -3 couplets, 30 words

nectar gathered by buzzing bees cherry blossoms like popcorn trees busy eyes suntan bikini pose love breeze flows Spring shows lovers move fast moments stall chasing breath country clocks crawl

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Spines Like Trees: The Meaning of Up

I'm beginning to learn that sometimes 
The strongest things in life are quiet...
My boyfriend is both-

He has a spine like an oak tree; 
He knows how to sway with the wind,
Yet never lets himself be bent nor broken-
He always knows which way is up.

I, on the other hand, have a spine 
That tends to bend- more like a 
Young sapling under pressure than 
anything Else; sometimes I just
Don't know which way is up-
When the hurricane gales come, 
Relentless as the Jews marching 
To make fall the walls of Jericho;-
When the rain pounds like feet;-
When the full weight of the wind
Presses down on my back like
It's curious to see how much 
Pressure it'll take before 
My vertebre disalign and I 
Splinter apart in a shriek of
Cracking wood like the wall that
Finally came down...
I don't know how to figure out
Which direction is up anymore...

Sometimes, I am nothing more
Than a seedling still learning 
How to find sunlight, or
At least something that shines
Bright enough to feel like hope-
My spine is nothing more than
A thin tendril of green trying
To learn what upright means...

On these days, my boyfriend is the 
Pillar that shields me from the wind;
He doesn't ask what happened,
Just holds me close-
His hands are scarred like branches
That have seen too many storms,
But they are gentle enough 
To feel like home; warm enough 
To feel like sun-warmed earth, 
So in his hands I am comfortable 
Enough to be a seedling still 
Learning which direction is up...

He teaches me that if I reach for God,
I will always know how to grow straight...
I'll know which way to reach because
It'll feel like reaching for warmth.

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the tree

He was a tiny little tree
With branches so slender and thin
With leaves so soft and tender
The roots so light but tucked into the ground so tight
He was a tiny little tree
Free spirited, innocent, fragile

Until the forces of nature came
Screaming at him, shouting and beating him to death
But the tree held tight, and fought for its life
He braved the storm to survive
The tree survive but almost without a heart
The tree grew, with branches hard, firm and without a care

Not the warmth of sunny summer days touching his face
Nor the beautiful flowers of spring caressing his chest
Not the calmness of the autumn whispering in his ears
Nor the softness of snow falling into his palm,
None of these, Could soften the heart of the wounded tree
Nothing could break the spell of pain that engulf his spirit

Until a force so strong yet so gentle came to embrace the tree
A force so loud yet so calm, so firm yet so patient
The force’s hands nurtured him, though the tree ran far and fast
Hid from valley, to mountains, to the top of the hills
The force patiently followed the tree
The force never left the tree

Then one day the tree woke up as if from a very long and tiring sleep
It realizes the force was a no ordinary force
It was the softest and yet the strongest among all the forces in the universe
Its power is phenomenal, inevitable, and unexplainable
Ahh, yes it is the force he longed waited for
It is LOVE, the greatest force of all

The tree is no longer a tree now
The enthralling spell was broken
The tree turned into a MAN, a no ordinary man
He is a man, one with the force, one with love

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Jesus is the Divine Reason for Glorious Christmas Season

I wondered.. What’s Christmas tree for?
What does a Tree have to do with Christmas anyways?
Why should we have a Christmas tree?
I don't have a tree-I mean really-what’s point?
I mean- yes-Trees are Beautiful
(yes-Tree for Santa-put presents under for children)

But What??? I mean
What is the True meaning?
As I asked.. my Lord in prayer
This is what My Lord revealed unto me

All Eternal Life shall be given through Jesus Christ

BRANCHES REPRESENT:Jesus is Vine-We are Branches
Once Born-again-in Christ (Tree of Life)
(He is in us-We are in Him) Body of Christ
Christ in You---in the Hope of Glory--Together Eternity

Souls who are Born-again-turned to Christ
Embraces God's Light of Christ
Receives Holy Spirit within You—Eternally Shines

BULBS- REPRESENT: Fruits of the Spirits
Souls Witnessing-Followers of Christ-Shining God's Light
Walking Talking always in Love, Truth, Compassion
Tender-Hearted unto all Souls

TENSILE REPRESENTS: Streams Spreading Love
Sparkling-Shining God’s light

GARLAND REPRESENTS: Strength of Holy Spirit entwines
(Interweaves within Tree) flowing through Tree of Life

 STAR REPRESENT:Star of Bethlehem-Star of David
The Morning Star:God’s Glorious Divine Light Shining 
upon Our Savior---babe-in Manger

PRESENTS REPRESENT:Love between each other
Giving from out Hearts-Loving, Sharing –Caring, Compassion

As I in Awe
then wondered 
But...What about the Unbelievers?
My Lord what about them.. for you didn't mention them
As I continued on.. I asked My Lord. 
What about those Souls
Who are unbelievers?

This is what my Lord revealed to me
Reason why there is no unbelievers 
On the Tree.. Because…   It is The Tree of Life..
Those whom are unbelievers 
Have not obtained their place…
Unbelievers are Not Born-again 
Unbelievers Not receive Eternal Life -of Light

Come take you place
Receive God’s Divine Grace
Come to Jesus
Be Born-again
Then Receive Holy Spirit
Divine Light of Christ inside of thee
Your Life-Light Will Forever Shine

Ps.. Revealed- Wow!
My Lord if this be so.. Please Forgive me
I would Love then to have the Biggest Tree Ever
Then God Blessed me
I was given a 7.5 Colorado Spruce Christmas Tree & All the Fixings
Wow!  Ever so Beautiful.. Praise’s Be to God Almighty
God is Amazing.. isn't He???

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seed of love

My little jewel of honour
Wrapped in the soil of my heart
Sown by my beloved
Infinitesimal it was
With time grown a tree
The plump fruit ripened
But now it seems a dream
A leaf drops after another
Soon the branches empty
My beloved nourishing halted
The farther she goes
The drier the tree
And to nought my little seed of honour

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Russet Red Vision at the Edge of the Green Creek

Scabbard symbol enchanted flowers opal potion milky skin
Gold-embroidered  purple  robe , green eyes flashing stars.
Beautiful faintly beeswax smell in  village meadow chamber
Horse's necklace "clack! clack! clack" sleek coat bobbed tail.
Velvet  lined  rose queen , green tree snake salty evening air
Tea tree branch , topiary mazes ,  old Kingdom noonday sun.
Fresh  dawn ,  wood  ash ,  surrounding  woods,  veil  of mist
Twisting  and turning , sliding  and re-arranging  themselves
slender fingers pulled the needle back and forth on the loom
Nuzzling  against his face an eager lip/nostril  whiffling noise 
Ice  crystals  etched along  its blade felt  the glow of his spirit 
took a deep breath voice tiny siver bell with a high sweet note. 
Brightly  wrapped box  he suddenly smiled a number of times 
Wispy  tendrils of red curls straggled free of their satin ribbon
She paused to feed a thread of scarlet  into the pattern of blue.
They continued up the hill , beyond the ridge they saw the King
riding , his amber-coloured stallion charged ahead of his men
at the edge of the creek , green with ferns and rich moist moss.

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a sycamore tree goodbye

You ask me without words, without moving your mouth
Where did that love we had go, that would've lasted forever, without a doubt?
I answer you, also, without uttering a word, that I know
where it went, it went, where all faded loves go.

Our love is the story of the Sycamore Tree.
To flourish and strengthen and grow up to be
a stronger version of itself, a branch must be taken
from it's large body and carefully planted.
After many years this branch will finally be
a beautiful replica of the first Sycamore Tree.
My heart is that tree that has outgrown its branches.
For the sake of its health, lumbermen carefully cut with lances
This branch that is stunting this tree's evolvement;
ruining the purpose for which it was meant.

If these lumbermen fail to act with urgency and decide to delay,
This tree will give up, sure of it's destiny, and simply wait to decay.
You are the branch, and our love is the dust
That falls from the tree to the ground and is crushed
by the men as they walk, heavily on their feet
after a long days work and make their retreat.

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Summer Memories

Restless winds blow tree leaves 
Strewing them on the ground with wisps 
The sweltering heat crawls all over
Like a plague of locusts in September

In the splash of wave and warmth of breeze
Squirrels scamper across from tree to tree 
Climbing up and down like chimpanzees
For nuts to scrounge and corn cob kernels 

Mockingbirds and sparrows flit about
While buttercups exude their wildest hues
The wind caresses in undulating grace
The hushing leaves of piñon pine trees

The cry of chirping thrushes
Resonate the song of nature's bliss
As gleaming spires of lemongrass
Proclaim it's genealogic class

Tide of memories sweep the heart
Of love and lovers fallen apart
As summer memories held so dear
Overhelm a soul inured to tears

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Blessings come in many ways

One day…
As I was getting ready to decorate for Christmas
I then remembered the so called tree I had last year
It was worse then a Charlie brown’s tree
Just a branch.. so many made fun of me
I thought hmm.. I have no money
What is the point.. of having a tree any ways
I mean really 
Jesus is the reason for the Christmas season
Its not about a tree.. or something someone gives to thee
But it is about Jesus.. so why must I have a tree.. 
Truly there is no point.. is there???
I memo.. Then I prayed to God
I said My Lord.. please tell me..
What is the point of a Christmas tree
I mean I don’t really need one.. do I..
Then came a reply…
The Tree Represent the TREE OF LIFE
The Star Represents THE BIRTH OF CHRIST
The bulbs represent.. THE FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT
that is wrapped around you and me.. in the Tree of life 
the Presents represent.. THE GIVING OF LOVE TO ALL TO BEHOLD

I then said… My Lord if this be true.. 
Please forgive me… 
Then allow me to have the Biggest Beautifullist Tree Ever

Then the next day…
God made a way..
I was given.. A 7 in ½ foot Colorado Spruce Tree
With a Beautiful Star.. that has an Angel that was lit inside of it
As I looked I was amazed… 
Then I said Oh Lord.. Thank you.. it is Big and Beautiful..
But I have no money to buy lights ornaments’ decorations of such
But that’s alright for it is Beautiful just the way it is
Then the next day..
God made away..
I was given all the fixings for decorating the tree 
There was many.. helped partake to decorate.. 
As I see… it is Beautiful as Ever

Thank you Jesus
For have given me… 
Such a Big Beautiful Christmas Tree..
For every time I look upon this Tree
That you my Lord has Blessed me
I remember what you said
And I see Just How Much Love 
And Beauty you have for me.. 
and for many… from thee

Come to Jesus
God's Love is FAR Beyond..
Beyond anything
even this Beautiful Blessing 
of any Christmas Tree

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Christmas 365

I'm still enjoying the gift. Praise God! Christmas is not over for me. I'm still shouting 
in victory not for the gifts under the tree but due to the fact that God so loved me that gave His only begotten Son to me. Do you want to enjoy and celebrate Christmas 365 for the rest of your life? Read John 3:16. "For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son that whosever believeth in Him shall not perish but have everlasting life." God gave you a gift. God gave one to me. Did you open it, or is it still sitting there unwrapped waiting for you? I can only advise you to open it by saying this:” O taste and see that the Lord is good: blessed is the man that 
trusteth in him.” God loves His children tremendously so He gave us the gift of life 
and life more abundantly by giving us His son with a mission to save us all by dying 
on the cross at Calvary. He was conceived immaculately and was born to heal the 
hearts that are torn. He lived on the planet earth and performed His first miracle at 
a wedding. And he performed many more in his life and still is right now. He knew 
His purpose He died and rose on the third day with all power of the earth and 
heaven in His hands so that you, me, your family can finally walk in destiny and live 
eternally. Yes forever be alive. I love my gift. It took me awhile to unwrap it, but as 
soon as I did my life is not the same. I’m still enjoying the gift. Christmas is not over 
for me. I’m still shouting in victory for the gifts under the tree but due to the fact 
that God so loved me that gave His only begotten Son to me. Yes He came with a 
mission for all of us to be forever alive. That is why I celebrate Christmas 365.

“For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son that whosever 
believeth in Him shall not perish nut have everlasting life." John 3:16
” O taste and see that the Lord is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him.” 
Psalms 34:8
“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life 
and have it abundantly.” John 10:10

wrote 12-26-10

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She lay on the sofa,
Two arthritis pain pills nearby, 
Holding a thin romance book
With a thin plot involving
An empty heroine, an empty hero,
Explicitly but tastefully making love.

I’ve heard, she said, closing the book,
Marking her place with a folded handkerchief,
That books with graphic sex  
Can be awfully boring.
What are those tall trees across the street?

Georgia pines, we told her.   
She asked:  Is the tallest one the father,  
And the other two son and daughter?   
We laughed.  All siblings, we replied.
She looked doubtful.  Then she said:  
I’m convinced trees talk, I wish I knew what about.
Since I'm eighty now, I suppose 
I'll never understand tree language.
I also think each tree has a soul,
The way people do -- don’t you?

What’s the glossy dark green tree on the left?  
A magnolia, we said, almost an evergreen.
Remember magnolias from Maryland?
Smaller ones -- we called them sweet bays.

Yes, she said, and smiled.  Beautiful small magnolias
With creamy blossoms, up on the hill.   

There’s a weeping willow, she went on,
A happy bouncy willow.
Look how gracefully it bends in the breeze!  

March had a cruel surprise:    
Four inches of icy snow, bitter winds..
The willow perished.  
Later a bush appeared in its place,
But we kept on picturing the willow.    
Next they replaced the grove of pines 
With a tire shop.
A year later, the magnolia was felled, 
And the house behind it, too.
Six condos were quickly built, 
And marketed for a million dollars each.

Still, we'd see when looking across the street, 
Superimposed on the replacements, 
The willow, the magnolia, the pines.
Lovely tree ghosts:  They had greeted us kindly.

By then our mother wasn't on the sofa or reading.
She was bedridden, and couldn’t focus on books.
Despite her dying heart, we all three 
Changed our residence -- an enforced move.

We hope the tree ghosts are still intact and active,
We'll always think of them with affection,
But my sister and I don't plan to visit that block again.
Our mother is not alive any more, either,
But we doubt she’s a ghost, like the trees.
We consider that she is
Bound up forever in the bonds of eternal life.
All the same, at times we’ll be overcome
By a wave of goodness and warmth,
Amazing beauty and strength,
Incredible devotion.
Then, puzzled, we'll discuss what happened,  
And the only sane conclusion we can reach
Is that Mama had paid us a fleeting loving visit.

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for all to see

guided by fireflies and the pale moon's light
you carve out our love in a tree with your knife
our initials and a heart left for all to see
deep in the meadow where you made love to me

grass from our bed lays flatten amongst other blades
there in that forest where memories were made
the stars were the blanket in a soft velvet night
and the nightingale was hushed by each uttered sigh

the tree stands there still, a tall leafy oak
shadowing the grasses where love lay with hope
and there carved deeply in the trunk of that tree
is a heart with initials left for all to see 

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Details | Prose Poetry | |



Beneath the cold gray skies---proudly
She stood.
Stripped bare, naked to the world,  
Arms outstretched to the heavens,
Unashamed, poised in her Avatar dignity,
She stood.

Through the peep holes of windows
Eyes reached out touching her beauty:
This ancient lady, an aged old tree, glorified
In the autumn of her life.

So I glorify my ebony hued mother---stripped
Bare of her God given rights to be;
Arms raised, poised in her dignity, unashamed,
She stood:
Proudly mastering each day
In the autumns of her life.

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Embracing Aloneness

A plumeria blossom floats to the earth.
Is it a death?  Or is it a birth?
It lands with its face touching the ground.
Never shall it be a hula crown.

The luster of its blossom shines upward like a star
A symbol of my aloneness in a place so far.
A crown or a symbol.  In the end, is there a difference?
The hula crown too is destined to the earth in a sense.

Lady Gaia opens her heart to all in a gesture of love.
She receives the return of both blooms as a gift from above.
One plumeria adorned a dancer’s hair;
Its fragrance and beauty appreciated beyond compare.

One bloom left the tree on its own, catching a breeze, hoping to fly.
Yet, it sails to the ground, rather than dance in the sky.
Its brave action is noticeable only to one.  
The person who sits alone in the sun.

A blossom’s daring act of leaving the tree all alone
Has mirrored my life and cuts to the bone.
The significance of its exploit brings tears to my face;
And in this very moment, my aloneness I embrace.

Mahalo nui, little earth star, plumeria blossom
The treasure you have given me is truly awesome!
Recognition is but a fleeting diversion;  
Touching one soul with love is a lasting conversion

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Down, Down Baby: Remembering When

There's something magical that happens when 
you are 10 years old, chasing butterflies, 
skipping stones, riding little pink bicycles
with streamers and white baskets on the handle 
bars with a big yellow sunflower on the front.

Roller skating down the street that looks like it
would swallow you whole, and revisit that same
street as an adult and think as you smile to yourself,
 "what was all the fuss about?" 

Remembering when-

The wind flowed through your tangled hair, because
when you were 10 you weren't worried if the boys seen
you with a "bad hair day!" 

Remembering hop scotch, and jumping rope.
Playing jacks, and sipping cokes.
Reminded of honeysuckle scented vines, 
picking a few and licking the honey right then 
and there. 

Not a care in the world. 

Me and my best friend singing as loudly as we
could "Down, down baby, down by the roller coaster.
Sweet, sweet baby, I'll never let you go."  Clapping our 
hands in perfect timing with the other, like a well oiled
machine. Never missing a beat. Going faster and faster
until our little hands and arms were worn out.

Climbing that big tree in her mom's back yard. We 
both climbed to the tree top, with her mom
yelling out the door, not realizing we were about 50 feet
in the air. We would giggle and she would tell 
us to come down, and we did. Even thought we didn't 
want to. She must have been horrified knowing we were
that high in the tree.

(We were 6 at that time)

Some of the most fun times I had as a child were with 
her. We even fought over who was going to be Shaun 
Cassidy's girlfriend. She always won, because I always 
seemed to give in, and take the other guy, just to keep
peace. Even though I was sad she didn't want to share
with me.

(I honestly didn't care, I just secretly wanted to like him
with her as if we were one soul, one heart. BFF's forever)


We did everything together.

Then we grew up.

Lost touch.
Regained it.
Had children.
Lost it again.
Found it once more.

Now  here we meet again, instead of 10, we are 38, nearing
the 40 mark.
I still love her today, as I did in 1974. When we first
met in kindergarten.

I've spent my lifetime thus far with her in it somewhere, either
in my heart or on my mind. 

We can still make each other laugh hysterically.

Remembering when, yet making new memories today.

Now there's just something magical about that.

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Summer Memories

The sweet smell of pine
prickles my nose.
It reminds me of that summer
I met you under the stars.
Seems like only yesterday
your strong hand
grabbed mine so tenderly.
With grainy sand between our toes,
we walked along the moonlit beach.
The ocean waves lapped against
the shoreline we strolled.
As we gazed at the beautiful night sky,
the heavens twinkled and smiled.
Morning came as I woke up
in your arms.
Gently a breeze flowed in
through the open window.
On it was carried the scent
of a pine tree - 
the very tree that became memory's bliss.

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Dixie Bird

Dixie was a little bird
Who flew from tree to tree.
With bright blue eyes
And feathers gold
She was a site to see.

From tree to tree
And branch to branch
She flew around all day
The song she sang was always
Lively, bright and gay.

One day Dixie met her mate
While flying 'round the trees.
A beautiful male with red feathers so bright
It all but brought her to her knees.

And so their love began and it was plain to see
By all the orange feathered birds that could be
seen, singing in the trees.

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A fresh Touch

Nobody can live in past,
History is past, a man can learn,
About his success and courage,
New techniques to develop future.

A family tree and my identity,
Religions, traditions and formalities,
A person can’t spare himself,
Until he is living in a society.

Relations are as branches of a tree,
Friends and relatives are leaves,
And a family is flower and fruit
A reduction for growing appetite.

A tree in present where birds
Come to sing and develops nest,
Air delivers fragrance for charming,
A fresh touch for every living.

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The River

Cracks of corral emerged between the Earth’s proud crown of evergreen
Gleaming down on grateful Father whose arms in bloom embraced his Daughter
Moon upon Moon in prayer he spent that God would grant his heart’s content
Now all his dreams no longer dreams but infant in his arms serene
They traveled on til trails converged and River’s roar ahead was heard 
Then there upon the shore was laid, a bless’ed barge of birchbark made.

From the River’s roots they rowed, embarking on a fate unknown
Wide-eyed Child soothed by Father’s song amidst echoes of the Wild’s call
Sweetly metered by sweeping oar he told her tales of life before
The great divide of Earth and Sky, of Land and Sea, of Day and Night 
How God by grace named each creature each fish and fowl each fir and fur
Then in His hands mixed clay and sand, the gift of life breathed into Man.

Between each bend dear Daughter grew and saw the world from worn canoe
Floating onward until the day she traded hums and howls to say
Father, Father, I understand! With lamb and wolf we share this land!
How scattered seed grew into tree and tree we carved for pole to feed
Father you’ve grown and given me your faith and love so I might be
Someday just like you a Giver on the road of life, the River! 

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A Tree in the Hill

A Tree in the Hill, From where do you think it grows? That tree in the hill. For there 
it’s that of a cliff of rock. It is that of heart I guess, to which that tree grows. For 
there lay little dirt on that mountain side so from whence does the root grow? It is 
that of a grace of growth as we are bless each day with that of high. The same as 
the tree in the hill grows, that to which is a blessing of high. For there in the heart 
of a mountain roots that of great love. That of a soul we seek as we reach that of 
great cliffs of love. For it is that of life to which we are inspired. That of a birth of a 
child or perhaps it’s that a love has pulled from aside. We all know that there is 
one of high, as we know that it is to be by that of a miracle. That of something of 
the unexplained, to why you and I are here for this ride. Really, have you thought 
about it! Maybe it’s for your hearts ride or that of the soul we fly. To which you 
suppose the love comes from? It is that of a spirit inside as it is that of a higher 
love to which I love thee from inside. But I know it’s for the right love that I know of 
thee. For here lye’s something of deep desire as my heart grows from that of a 
hill side.  As it grows that of a tree, only to stand there in a mountain alone. There 
in a heart of rock to which my tree grows alone. It reaches for that of a sky of light 
as it thinks of you this day, that in my heart you have giving me light that it was 
that of a might. As you have made my day that of blessing as I remember you and 
your ways. I walk with fight that I might find one of such in the days that he has 
blessed me with that of a love of such this day. That in my tree I have found that of 
a mountain to grow for aside, as you have inspired me of the highest hill side. 
From whence I will blow through that of a cloudy day, just remembering you was 
in my heart this day. As I feel that of a naked tree growing there alone, as I have 
missed being with that one of side. That in you I have found that of a higher rise 
as it is you I want to plant my tree aside. And become not only that of a tree in a 
hill side but that of greater love from inside.

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Tall Tree 
She is not short this lady she is not so VERY tall to out shine me she loves me 
this eye  knoe she clearly knoes 
She clearly knoes eye am a short white man this is no puppy love she even 
knoes eye am religious and she makes references to GOD and this is pleasing 
unto me this religousness inside of TALL TREE she love me. 
There aer not too many creek Indian lady who make eye at me 
this one eye will keep her as iff we married back when we met 
the many people that eye have known the sins and aggravations 
just seem to disappear when eye have my sweetY heart again 
she is the tall creek Indian maiden pocahuntus called Tall Tree. 
She is the only Valentine for me.

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The weeping cherry tree retails 
Its showroom as a work of art.

All pink, more golden sparkle
coming out of cherry tree 
In perfect beauty delight.

As a thief one...two.. and three
Cherries are stolen
For her lover in rest.

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We have traveled far 
With so far to go 
In a land of hurt 
Our culture we must sow 
We have traveled so far 
With so far to go 
Leaving love behind 
Our hearts hang so low 
Like a tree without sun 
Like a tree without rain 
We have so far to go 
Our spirit is broken 
Our pride is amiss 
We seem to be stagnant 
A touch, without a kiss 
So far down we have gone 
To get back what we had 
I wish we could have known 
These weeds we have sown 
Our love so far gone 
For us to have traveled so far 
Like a seed in the air we've been blown 
Reborn, we must 
Or we surely turn to dust 
A memory in time 
History, so sublime 
We have so so far to go.

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Tall Tree 
She is not short this lady she is not so VERY tall to out shine me she loves me 
this eye  knoe she clearly knoes 
She clearly knoes eye am a short white man this is no puppy love she even 
knoes eye am religious and she makes references to GOD and this is pleasing 
unto me this religousness inside of TALL TREE she love me. 
There aer not too many creek Indian lady who make eye at me 
this one eye will keep her as iff we married back when we met 
the many people that eye have known the sins and aggravations 
just seem to disappear when eye have my sweetY heart again 
she is the tall creek Indian maiden pocahuntus called Tall Tree. 
She is the only Valentine for me.

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When the summer comes,
The family, friends and relatives,
Bring their children to play,
Under a 100 years old oak tree.

One side, Elder managed their chairs,
And played chess, chrome or cards.
Oneside children swing their swings, 
And ladies enjoy their chat.

Fresh air comes and everyone feels calm,
And sets until the Sun goes to cool down,
Everyday, it seems a festival delivers peace,
Birds also sing their song and enjoyed all.

When father was dying, he warned his Son,
This Tree was grown by his grand father,
The prosperity in the house is a cause of tree,
 Don’t let him cut, father; Willn’t come to bless.

Few years later, children has a fight for shares,
They cut the tree and divided land in portions,
They also built concreted high towers as others,
Happiness once disappeared and never come back.

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Another Ava Adventure

On a modern playground out by the Bayou
no see-saws, no merry-go-rounds to be seen-
Too dangerous, I'm guessing as we head to the swings
and I push her to the tops of the trees
I sing. And sing:
"Yellow Bird...
High Up In Banana Treeeeee"
( I never pretend to sing in key but belt it all the same)
She loves it, swings higher, asks me to sing again and again.
Then it's on to the jungle gym and slides, slides, slides.
Today, the structure is a hot air balloon 
and we run like mad bandits, pushing silver buttons
and letting air out.
"What's our altitude?" I yell
"400" she answers back in a panic
I push the silver screw on my right and let some air out
"We need 180!", I say, "Tell me when we reach 180!"
When we finally avert that disaster, she looks out of the spy glass
and low and behold, we are about to hit a tree.
A palm tree no less, and those things hurt!
We both quick steer to the right - in unison.
Then, unexpectedly, our battery runs out.
I didn't know hot air balloons ran on batteries,
but she assures me they do - and she happens to have another
in her back pocket.
We finally find smooth sailing
and have a chance to look out.
Pristine blue sky.  Sun taking every edge off the Bayou's breeze.
Apple green grass and trees with limbs bending every which way-
not trimmed, not sculpted, just allowed to grow wild and perfect for climbing.
It's with heavy hearts that we land our balloon to come back to reality.
For a while, she tells me that the whole contraption is out of our hands
and can't land back down on earth - We're heading North North North!
Cold country!
But, after the five extra minutes we spend in the air, she agrees to go.
"I love you", she says.
"I love you too", I answer, "Thanks for playing with me".
She smiles and we leave with plans to conquer the big climbing tree on our next adventure.

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rainbow seekers

the right path or the left path , from stories of old ,
each one leading to a pot of gold ,
the tree of life , and the withering tree ,
hither and thither , here and there ,
what we found , wither is , were a tree ,
a shadow on sacred ground .

two seperate messages , written into mankinds constitution
free will and choice , only one leads to absolution
love is our pathway , but roadblocked with fear
pain and suffering , garments stained with our tears
hope and faith are within' , true attributes
we must continue to reach out and contribute
against all odds and cruel assumptions
against distraction and misguided presumptions
unconditional love is our true guide
the wise , not the sly , are the ones to abide
the magi , sages , wise men of the ages
forewarned of books with empty pages
the literal interpretation and translation
has created more confusion than fusion
a roadmap of sorts , to light up those pathways
of our own spiritual journey , towards the secrets
those mysteries locked up inside all .

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Merry Christmas


The tree is made of mostly plastic and metal,
   With blinking lights above its plastic pedestal.
With ornaments of wood, plastic and glass,
   Decorate its branches amass.
A star that twinkles like the one in the sky above,
   Placed gently atop my tree with love.
With presents lying neath its outward branches,
   And children’s imagination as to what are the chances.
They weigh the boxes and gently shake them too,
   Hoping upon hope to just get a clue.
As wrapping paper gets slightly torn, accidental for sure,
   The children look so innocent and pure.
A gift is a gift no matter the price,
   If given from the heart it has to be nice.
With family and friends we gather around,
   This decorated tree where our love will be found.
Before presents are passed out we say a little prayer,
   And thank our Lord and Savior for the love that He shares.
Happy Birthday baby Jesus I heard someone say,
   You are the reason we celebrate Christmas Day.
May peace and joy and love fill your lives on this Holy day,
   And continue to guide you and show you the way!
Merry CHRISTmas to all, it came from a manger filled with hay,
   And gave His life’s blood so we all could receive the Kingdom one day.
Merry Christmas….

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A Happiness Gone

I’ve never seen skies so perfect as this
The clouds parted to reveal that blue I miss
With every breath, the air caresses me inside
So renewing I forget the last time I cried

Within the field, the scent of nature all around me
Sunshine warming flowers as far as the eye can see
On a hilltop a tree triumphs all in its seclusion
Holding a beauty that tricks my eyes as an illusion

With each step I take the more my heart races
I can’t believe it’s you, here of all the places
That tree shading you from the sun of my land
Finally being able to reach out and take your hand

Your eyes, as beautiful as I’ve ever could envision
Old feelings flow to my heart with such precision
That story we’ve written being told in the breeze
All the years of pain ended, a long waited appease

Inching closer, my eyes close to savor this time
We come together, after so long, like a perfect rhyme
It took so long for this, a long fight for this to gain
I’ve found my place, where with you I wish to remain

I open my eyes, only to stare into a deep dark void
My perfect world is no more, forever destroyed
Cruel how the mind can be, I remain its mere pawn
Leaving me with just a dream, a happiness gone

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Gossamer wings, 
shimmer gold and blue 
Full of mysterious things 
Faerie dust too 

This hidden tree 
deep in the forest, 
of which you must be wary 
This hidden tree you see.... 
is the home of the faerie 

Such light 
in something so small 
this golden light 
Illuminates the elven hall 
This faerie rules us all 

Loving and giving 
this faerie does more 
The gift of light to the living 
Open the secret door, 
gold and blue, 
to explore 
something new. 

Smooth caress of her hand, 
makes you wilt, 
your heart tilt, 
more than you planned 

This golden light, 
shining bright, 
shadows gone 
My heart won 

This tiny faerie gleamed, 
lighting up all round 
or so it seemed 
Without uttering a sound, 
this faerie is what I have found 

Deep down in shadowy green 
this golden light 
has to be seen 
Gossamer wings 
Full of mysterious things 
Tiny faerie standing tall 
in the elven hall 

This gift of light 
she holds in her hand, 
like golden sand, 
is for the giving, 
who live in the land of the living 

This golden light 
that I saw 
lit up the forest floor 
The blue.............. 
lit up the trees too 

The smallest thing 
holds the light 
holds your heart 
holds everything 
The gift of living 
in golden bright 

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No Tears

A giant tree standing alone,
In the middle of the valley,
But last night when a strong wind storm came,
The tree was torn and pulled the roots up.

Nobody can stand alone,
Not even a bird, animal, human or a tree,
Everyone needs a company,
To banish fearful tears for joyful living.

When something burns,
It left ashes that nobody has seen,
When my heart was burnt alive,
No tears or a shy touched someone’s heart.

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Hero Trees

I planted a tree for my injured hero,
now it is so tall, my how it has grown.
The day I heard you had been hit,
I was so nervous, I couldn't just sit.
So down to the store to buy a tree,
my way of thanking you, for keeping me free.
It has doubled in size, and it carries your name,
your tour ended, and your life was never the same.
You lost both legs in that horrible war,
but you haven't given up, you have come so far.
Now you are a speaker, and a volunteer too,
for the heroes that were injured, just like you.
You blame no one, just the changing times,
a difference in belief, and brainwashed minds.
So plant a tree for a soldier today, it will grow, and
grow, and provide you shade.  
Just like our heroes in far away lands,
these trees we're planting, will help save our
great land.

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My tree nevers blooms any more

When we first started out our love was new
we planted a tree in our yard 
our tree bloomed that summer 
cindy, our neighbor wonder why
I told her it bloomed off of love 
she said no wonder my tree doesn't bloom,
 I have no one to love
I told her she'd find love soon
two years passed my tree stopped blooming
my husband?Where is he? At cindy "fixing" something
her tree's in bloom, but she doesn't have a man
oh now I know wonder why my tree is never in bloom