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Details | Rhyme | |

Rainbow Tree

Oh my regal Eucalyptus friend,
Your tall rainbow trunk is rooted deep,
Stationary, yet your tree tops bend
In constant unison with the wind.
My camera can’t capture your awesome sweep.
Thin limbs try to reach the azure sky
While your trunk fascinates passersby.
An army of ants reveals a platoon
Moving over bark to their marching tune. 
Your small leaves sing in susurrate song,
A Queen amidst trees where you belong!

© Connie Marcum Wong

We have this lovely tree here in Hawaii. The rainbow eucalyptus, Mindanao gum, or rainbow gum is the only Eucalyptus species found naturally in the Northern Hemisphere. Its natural distribution spans New Britain, New Guinea, Seram, Sulawesi and Mindanao.


Details | Haiku | |

Ripe Mangos

Ripe Mangos
overripe mangos falling from a pregnant tree- worms ready for feast


Details | Tanka | |

Weeping Willow - Tanka - Your Welca

hey there willow bank admire your hanging eyes  mine are far from dry withdraw tears another time now...i’ll cry you a river
  10/01/2014


Details | Rhyme | |

Looking at life

Looking at life

It’s beautiful
So many different hues
Of green, It kinds of knocks me out
There is not just a few
As I look among the many trees
How it amazes me
There’s light, and medium, soft and dark
So many hues I see.

It’s wonderful
It’s such a lovely show
There’s Butcher birds, and Ravens
Oh how it makes me glow
Parrots dressed in green and blue
Doves, and wagtails too
On velvet grass that’s feather soft
Neath sky so very blue.

Some folk they think of suicide
Have they not eyes at all?
Cannot they see loves magic? 
How life’s so beautiful
Wake up, wake up, and look at life
All those greens, and blues and yellows
Look at the birds and ask yourself
“Why are they such happy fellows”?

18 July 2014 @ 1240hrs.


Details | Crystalline | |

Autumn Oak Tree

The cold north winds that stripped you bare,
Shall bring a white cloak for you to wear.

This is how my Autumn trees look already.

11.19.2014
For Rick Paris's
Contest Crystalline



Details | Dodoitsu | |

Autumn Colours

Autumn Colours
Autumn’s rich brilliant palette, showcasing a masterpiece of fiercely blazing colours - boastful foliage!
Leaves through a kaleidoscope, pirouetting in wind-blown gowns of gold, orange, brown, red - Oh! Autumn colours!
9-01-2014


Details | Rhyme | |

Morning song

Morning song

As I sit here on this morn
{It’s just a while after dawn}
Olive trees they fill with light
They make me feel that I should write 
About the beauty of the morn
As sun comes out to greet the dawn
White corellas fly on by
It’s morning time. I’m feeling high

I don’t need drugs or anything
Just living makes this old heart sing
I feel goodwill to all on earth
Each moment seems to have such worth
Magpies warble tenderly
As honey eaters in a tree
They seem to sing with so much joy
I love this life, oh boy, oh boy.

Some folk think of suicide
So often I have really tried
To understand the way they feel
But I don’t think I ever will
To me, this life is beautiful
I am in love. I have it all
The birds, the trees, flowers, Oh my!
I am such a happy guy.

4 November 2014


Details | Crystalline | |

Seeing Autumn's oak adorn

Painting sky before I was born,
Draping my grave in leaf and acorn.

----------------------------
Contest: Crystalline
Sponsor: Rick Parise
11.22.14


Details | Free verse | |

Blackbirds In The Rain



blackbirds in the rain walking among the fallen leaves under the old mango tree with dripping leaves bathing the grass below blackbirds diligently lifting the rain soaked fallen leaves peering underneath for insects and worms flushed out by the drizzling rain pausing to gulp one down then scooting off again searching for more sitting under the shed with raindrops playing their music on the galvanised sheet roof with a beat that resonates within my inner being putting me in a trance connecting me to the rain and the puddles on the ground with the raindrops gently tapping the water's surface creating rings that collide with one another disrupting their individual shapes creating a dynamic new pattern reflecting their unity and bubbling with energy in the drizzling rain O what a deep feeling of peacefulness and serenity with the rain the dripping leaves and the puddles serenading my spirit with the eternal song of Nature and merging it into the Unity Of All Things
It was raining today. There was a constant drizzle for hours. I sat in a shed attached to the house, watching the blackbirds in action in the rain, searching for their food. The constant rhythmic sound of the rain on the galvanised sheet roof of the shed and the gentle drama playing out in the backyard with the blackbirds was a spiritual experience for me connecting me with Nature and the unity of all things as mentioned in the last verse. .


Details | Crystalline | |

Autumn Oak Trees

Autumn Oak Trees
Titillated by nature’s sweet caress, oak trees begin to undress.
11-19-2014


Details | Rhyme | |

Burning Our Dreams Into Cold, Dark Ashes

Burning Our Dreams Into Cold, Dark Ashes

Shall we dance to music 
of misty dawns
Celebrate the beauty of newborn fawns
join in Nature's treasures
stroll the woods and never measure
The beauty of its silent sound
the depth of its holy ground

Or just remember to praise
joy it shall forever raise
Songs in our hearts that give
paradise glimpses as we live
Pause to gaze at covering sky
stir its birds to forever fly
into arcs of colorful flashes
burning our dreams into cold, dark ashes!

Robert J. Lindley  09-29-2014

Note. - Greatly shortened rewrite of a poem I wrote in 1981.


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

An Ancient Oak

An oak tree stood beside a narrow stream
All bent and twisted like an agéd man
So gently flowed the stream through ancient roots
While laughing with the innocence of youth

In summertime the children came to play
Within the cooling water of the stream
Or rest beneath the gnarled oak tree's limbs
Spread, father-like, to shade them from the sun

In autumntime, when gusts and breezes blow
The leaves would float like dancers through the air
First here, then there, they softly tripped, until
They lit at last to grace the frozen ground

In wintertime, the sprightly youths would skate
Along the crystal surface of the stream
Above, the windswept branches firmly stood
Like blacksmiths' limbs are hardened from the forge 

In springtime burst the oak leaves forth anew
As kingly robes they grace the ancient tree
Inside its keep the squirrels and thrushes chirp
Secure from danger's threat and free from care

Time sped, its unrelenting chimes yet tolled
The youths that loved its shade have passed away
Yet still he laughs and seems to mock at time
He stands as stout and tall as ages past

But time, its current flows at even pace
And now the oak is bent with cruel decay
Though doubled at the back like aging man
He stands there yet, a monument of strength


~ Written for "Personification" Contest. Second Place.


Details | Ballade | |

Walking by the river

Walking by the river.

It was that kind of day
With the Spring Sun soft and warm
There was a kind of energy
That moved within my form
I could have walked the whole day long
As I felt me, natures pull
Oh Lord those river trails are beautiful.

I passed a group of roos
Who were grazing by the river
Some Parrots screeched above my head
And set my heart a quiver
And as those creatures gave their calls
A Kookaburra laughed
Oh how I love to walk that river path.

It was that kind of day
That you’d like to last for years
With the country air rich in my lungs
And my mind all calm and clear
I could have walked until I dropped
Along that river trail
Feeling good and living in the now.

16 September 2004


Details | Rhyme | |

The Old Oak Tree

                                                                      
                                                                      
The Old Oak Tree

For thirty-three years she’s been standing there,
With all her majestic beauty, without a care.
From a tiny seedling I had planted her,
The years rolled by swiftly, like a blur.

The decision was made, she must come down,
The old oak tree looked stately wearing her crown.
The tree surgeon, Jesse, came by that day,
Chain saw in hand, he didn’t come to play.

As each limb was sawed off, I felt the pain,
I stood helplessly as my big oak was slain.
Finally she stood cold, undressed and bare,
I felt so ashamed for my part in this affair.

I saw the surgeon cutting low on her trunk,
Then she began to sway like somebody drunk.
Finally, exhausted, she did a curtsy and fell,
A small tear came in my eye as I bid her farewell.

©2010 Lynn B. Glover


Details | Ballade | |

This lake so beautiful

This Lake so beautiful.

The lake so very beautiful
Paints pictures in my mind
Ducks, Ibis, and Pelicans
And birds of every kind
Mix with the shades of many greens
And the clouds that ride the sky
All these things added together
Make me one happy guy

A Kookaburra in a tree
Gives out his ghostly laugh
Giving a sense of solitude
On the silent morns behalf.
And all around that lake there lies
Islands green and tiny
As morning sun shines on the lake
It looks so sheeny, shiny. 

The other shore holds many homes
Their roofs of reddish brown
Appear to me like in a movie
Of a little lakeside town
White egrets wade in the water
Their world all harmony
As two black swans come floating by
With all their mystery.

A flock of seagulls fly above
There whiteness oh, so pure
As the sun shines down on them
I’m filled with such allure
Oh, all the beauty of this lake
 Gives to me so much joy
And fills my mind with memories
That nothing could destroy.









Details | Prose Poetry | |

Her Name was Autumn

 
Thoughts of " Autumn " and her " off Spring" 
Seasons change as do people...
Her name is Autumn...
She quietly puts her mark the on Season ….
Yet no one sees her there..
She has a certain presence, still …
and her perfume fills the air..
Yet no one speaks to her…
Her colors are not light, but bright…
reds, yellows and orange, quite a sight…
But even though , she’s more than that…
No one approaches, some don’t seem to care..
So she quietly leaves ...before all the trees are bare...


Details | Couplet | |

Unseen

Below the fingers reaching, growing
Into darkness, stretching..holding

Feeding above tiny buds of green
Working day and night, beauty unseen

Preparing a mighty fortress strong and bold
To withstand battles, ancients foretold

Above saplings bend supple in summer breeze
Not realizing, soon comes winter's freeze

Life's cycles pass from season to season
Saplings now majestic, offering no reason

Below the mysterious changes take place
Green turns to rainbows, across horizons face

Encased in ice, and snow of white
They sleep, feeding both day and night

Awaiting first tiny buds of green
Below the magic remains unseen

©Donna Jones


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Leaves of Trees



O dried up leaf lying there on the ground Fallen from the top of a sturdy tree Where you viewed everything that was around While you bathed in the sunshine's glory You manufactured food from the sunlight And together with the help of the roots Faithfully nourished your parent just right Creating a sturdy tree bearing fruits In spring and summer you wore brilliant green And supplied shade to others from the sun In autumn you became more colourful and before winter dropped off one by one Even now as you lay there on the dirt Nature must move on in its cyclic line You shall soon become a part of the earth And become food for others of your kind
iambic pentameter


Details | Acrostic | |

Maples Crying



Many are the Maples that encircle my home, my nest, my dwelling abode
And in the dark of night they tap on my frosty windows, crying
Past their deathly stance, a wintry scene 
Looking through their tangled limbs snow is falling, endlessly
Everything in my world is icy white, sky and earth mingling
Soon, I whisper to them, you will be wearing your emerald gowns

Creaking and groaning they mumble in their frozen rest
Reaching out gnarled fingers to me
Yes, my dears, soon, so soon you will stand in resplendence
Ice and snow will be replaced with fringes of delicate, filigree green
Now rest, now sleep Maples sweet
Gather your memories of Spring, Summer and Fall close and dream




Acrostic Personification


February 3, 2012


Details | ABC | |

Z is for Zaria

A-Z Latin and Common names of plants.

A is for Acanthus Mollis the Latin name but this does teach us
B is for the common name we know it as bears Breaches.

C is for Campanula some are short and some of them tower
D is for the common name the pretty blue Dalmatian Bellflower

E is for Erigeron a daisy like flower not keen on the rain
F is for its common name, a strange sounding Fleabane.

G is for Galtonia its nodding head like a bowing nymph
H is for the common name the snowdrop or summer Hyacinth.

I is for Imperata Ruba not so hardy let me tell you alas
J is for the common name It’s known as Japanese Blood Grass.

K is for Kniphoria Triangularis a tall flower when unfurled
L is for the common name the pretty Light of the World.

M is for Morus nigia a stately tree with hearts shaped leaves 
N is not for the common name but NEEDS care when pruning as it bleeds 

Oenothera biennis is for an ephemeral beauty a perfume delicate on the nose 
P is for the common name, and we know it as the Evening Primrose.

Q is for Quercus Ruba a fast growing plant that looks tremendous against a wall
R is for the red leaves that this plant displays when in the fall

S is for Salvia greggii you will of heard of this I’ll will wage
T is for its common name we know it as a Texas Sage.

U is for Ugni a fruiting tree with leathery leaves that is second to none
V is for variety in fact in this tree there is only one.

W is for Wisteria that loves to ramble up wires and twist
X is for Xeranthemum the flowers are straw like and crisp

Y is for the Yucca plant a flowering beauty that last for weeks
Z is for Zantedeschia a lily, a variety of colours for you to seek.

© 27/03/2013 


Details | Ballade | |

Morning bliss

Morning bliss

I walk along this wetland trail
All lined with twisted trees
As they join in nature’s symphony
Dancing upon the breeze
A ring necked Parrot sings his song
Some magpies warble low
As the sun shining from deep blue sky
It makes the morning glow.

The peaceful lake reflects the sun
As Ducks quack lazily
The wattle bird gives grating calls
That echo through the trees
Corella parrots screeching loudly
Do fly above my head
As I walk this bush land trail
With joy within my tread

A Kookaburra laughs out loud
In a haunting kind of way
It seems the whole world is alive
On this sunny winters day
I walk, my camera in my hand
Snapping pictures everywhere
With my feet as light as feathers
My mind with not one care.


Details | Cinquain | |

Weeping Willow

                                             
                                              The tall
                                        Weeping willow
                                     Waves majestically
                        Somehow she seems to be haunted
                                             Moaning

                                              Maybe
                           She’s merely airing her branches
                                   In the windy meadow
                                       Being heard by
                                              Spirits


Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
Fall 2012
This is know as a Mirror Cinquain
5 Lines + 5 Lines
Syllables 1-2  2-4  3-6  4-8  5-2        6-2  7-8  8-6  9-4  10-2


Details | Ballade | |

Half an hour before sunrise

Half an hour before sunrise.

Half an hour before the Sunrise
That’s a time I love the best
The silence is so beautiful
And the morning feels so fresh.
That’s when the birds all start to sing
As they celebrate the day
And tell the world it is that time
The Sun is on its way.

I look out from my window
At the trees across the way
As those birds sing in them joyfully
And greet the new born day.
As the Sun peeps through those two tall trees
It’s such a wondrous sight
As it awakens in my soul 
Such strains of pure delight.

Half an hour before the sunrise
It’s a magic time of day
As all the dust of the day before
It has been swept away.
As those birds they sing so sweetly
I think they’re telling me
Wake up my child, wake up, wake up!! 
And feel life’s mystery.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

where is your chirping

grievous becomes feels 
every time hear shouting heart squalling 
about his broken beauty of nature 
mountain and valley whimpering 
because of  slovenliness
humankind  hunt living needs 
and forget his beauty of natural 

i fear for 
loss of morn’s  chirping
beautiful song from my sweet birds
I seldom heard them all

maybe you confused
where should you step your feet 
might you fret 
saw  your shade trees broken  
shattered growled

sick  of your heart 
was so heartfelt
perhaps i  worried
to lose your beautiful chirping

you need the trees 
beautiful environtment
you need to shade
and  i need your beautiful chirping

no more fella 
you pickaback
with fret the woody stem 
to the city 
to the country

it is the ideal places 
for my birds to sing
yearning always 
where is your chirping

(c)Sukmawati komala
16 February 2013


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 | Ballade | |

Why aren't we happy

Why aren’t we happy?

What is it in the most of us?
We are not how we should be
We should be like a singing bird
Who boldly, in the trees
Sings his song when fear is done
His life just flows along
He only knows the dance of life
So he just sings his song.


And yet we humans live our lives
Enfolded in our fears
Glorifying in the sad
And making this quite clear
As we always speak of doom and gloom
And watch it on TV
And always live our lives in fear
Is this the way it should be?


If only each would take a look
And see just what we be
We never see the flowers grow
Or let our hearts be free
Maybe it’s time to see the truth
Of what this life could be
If we look at life without the fear
And live with mystery.

6 August 2013 @ 1908hrs.


Details | Ballade | |

As night creeps in

Night creeps in

How does one put it into words?
This beauty all around
This little camp in Pemberton
Such bliss there, I have found
I stand outside this tiny Chalet
Surrounded by green trees
As I melt into the song of life
And feel sweet mystery

I do not know the names of all
These trees that do surround me
The furthest ones be Karri trees
So vast and tall they be
As the shadows shade them into darkness
And fill them with such power
Then closer be a wattle tree
All filled with yellow flowers.

To see these trees dance on the breeze
Is a pleasure to the eye
As Sheep feed on the lush green grass
The day begins to die
The night time creeps on up to me
And birds sing goodnight songs
As I feel that here in Pemberton
My heart it does belong.


Details | Ballade | |

My three trees

My three trees

When I was a young lad, I lived in a jungle
A jungle of concrete and bricks
We had there but few birds, and yards without flowers
At times it did make me so sick
For I loved the forests all filled with lush growth
That I’d seen in the books I had read
And life there in Peckham it did nothing to me
It seemed to be dull, and quite dead.

And yet in our front yard there lived these three trees
And oh, how I loved them, I did
They filled with lush growth in spring and the summer
And then their rich growth it was hid
Until the next spring it would come back to life
And oh, how I loved to see this
When the sun did shine down on this beautiful foliage
My young heart was filled with such bliss.

Then one day in winter my father chopped down
These wonderful trees I did love
I cried, and I cried, and I sent all my anger
It must have reached Heaven above
For when the spring came those stumps they were loaded
With wonderful Foliage again
Those trees they lived on and I was delighted
That my dad tried to kill them in vain.

11 June 2014 @ 1155hrs.






Details | Etheree | |

The Hills Are Alive

A path leads to a barn and green pasture, behind which lies a reddish brown hill. I imagine the trees thereon as spies in fall’s bright disguise, dispersed along the hill. They silently stalk; only at this moment do they stand still.


Details | Quintain (English) | |

BRIDAL DRESS FOR THE HAWTHORN TREE

BRIDAL   DRESS FOR THE HAWTHORN TREE

In  the  church  garden   fair,
One glorious  May day  near the ides  -
Blossom  on  gown  and   hair
Flowing,  floating  down her sides,	 
Bosom  and  bouquet  -  the    bride’s

Glowing  in  the  warm  spring embrace
Of  her  golden groom.   She  flowers
With bloom on her cheeks and  face;
Then,    in  light   petalled  showers,
She fills the wood’s fragrant bowers:

Blossom-confetti  litters and turns 
To white the  path through  her roots  unseen.
Then  the hawthorn  tree   returns   
Again  to  her everyday working green  -
From her role as May  Queen.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . .

NOTE

The hawthorn tree in bloom with white flowers in spring is a beautiful 
sight, but lasts only a short time,  like a wedding celebration.  
Hawthorn trees are known as May trees, and they appear in the proverb  
“Cast ne’er a clout till May is out.”  Many people think this means 
you must  keep wearing winter clothers till the end of the month of May,  
but it really means until the May tree’s blossom-flowers  are  out.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 

Written by Sydney Peck   2  February  2012
Entered in  Francine Roberts's  Contest  "English quintain a spring day" 





Details | Rhyme | |

The Gift

The tree outside the window was bare,
its branches black thrust through the air,
like a nightmare in daylight lingers,
its branches resembled evil fingers.

The sky behind was stony gray,
it looked like it might rain that day,
I briefly wondered why I'd woke,
sat up in bed and lit a smoke.

So quiet is it  by the lake!
My ears felt hollow, began to ache,
a city girl, I'm used to sound,
the ambient noise of a busy town.

What if I'd turned the TV on,
would the vacuum inside the room be gone?
The cat, I noted, was fast asleep,
a lump beneath the quilts and sheet.

I glanced again at the blank TV,
then looked once more at the skeletal tree,
it seemed to sigh as if forlorn,
just waiting for Spring to be reborn.

For a moment, I just sat and stared,
the sky so gray, the tree so bare,
stark silhouette of black on gray,
the tomb-like silence where I lay.

These turned my mind to darker things,
my boring job, the fatigue it brings,
scattered off-days wasted sleeping,
life-force through my fingers seeping.

Sleep all day and work all night,
wonder if there's an end in sight,
keep a brave face so they won't see
how this schedule's killing me.

Just then I saw a flash of red,
though depressed, I raised my head,
A cardinal sat and cocked his head,
the black, the gray, the brilliant red.

I see the beauty in the starkness,
a flash of hope among the darkness,
this perfect scene a gift to me,
the genius, its simplicity.

And as I felt my depression lift,
God granted me another gift.
He knew just how to ease my woes,
before my eyes, it began to snow.

It's snowed so rarely in my life,
each memory's sharper than a knife,
the cardinal flutters in the tree,
and shakes me from my reverie.

The magic of  life is quiet and subtle,
the bud of a rose, a mirror-like puddle,
the magic is there if you let yourself see,
like the snow swirling 'round the bird in the tree.


Details | Free verse | |

Monarch Butterfly

hanging from the foliage
in your hundreds
repainting the leaves
in bright shades
of black and orange
with your waterproof
gossamer wings
of four inch span
so fragile and 
yet so strong
enabling you  
to journey south
across america
from canada to mexico 
breeding new generations
as you travel 
thousands of miles
with unerring accuracy
to the exact place
of your birth
to breed
a new generation
that will initiate 
the process for 
the return journey
to the north
in due course
you are indeed
the monarch 
of butterflies


Details | Rhyme | |

In Pemberton

In Pemberton

I sit here in the afternoon
{The folk all gone, they’ll be back soon}
I hear sheep calling far away
Cicadas sing, it’s a lovely day!
In Pemberton where the grass grows green
And everything seems so serene

Ravens call from a bushy tree
Such a lonely kind of symphony
As sun all dressed in yellow gold
Makes greenest, greens more bright and bold
In Pemberton where the big trees grow
And all of nature seems to glow.

It’s a place all dressed in wondrous hues 
Where giant trees grow straight and true
If I had to choose, I’m telling you
It’s Pemberton where I’d head to.
There is no finer place to go
It’s a place where life just seems to flow

Those parrots and sweet fairy wrens
And many others, I watch them
I rise at dawn with day begun
And walk beneath that morning sun
In Pemberton where the air’s so clear
Ahh, Pemberton, it’s Heaven here.


Details | Epigram | |

WHY BE A NAKED TREE

Why be a naked tree and endure winter's agony?
It should be forever warm and sunny...
to watch wild flowers grow by a spring!
Why be a naked tree and be unable to think?


Details | Rhyme | |

This Old Tree-LGT

I have lived an incredible two and a half centuries,
both humbled and awed of celebration and tragedies.

My seed having fed multitudes of hungry squirrels;
my gifts in return for my place in this world.

A young Indian mother squatted and leaned against me.
I absorbed her tears of labor as she birthed her first baby.

Texas Rangers hung three brutal murderers from my limbs.
I held the rope steadfast, assuring payment of their sins.

A happier task given, holding a young girls swing;
endeared by her laughter and sweet songs she would sing.

My tattoo, the initials of lovers carved in my bark;
their passions given in to neath my cover after dark.

My last friend succumed to illness, and by six he was carried
to the comfort of my shade, where he chose to be buried.

I'll join him this day, for on the horizon I see
smoke and fire; a good death, for this old tree.



Contest: Let's Get Technical (show me your best)
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich


Details | Free verse | |

Once The Domain Of Birds

Beetles, most likely, felled the giant.
A gruesome deterioration,
of a quiet magnitude,
ravaged inward.
Until, in the cold night,
root structure surrendered
from hardened ground,
to a misery of horizontal dust.
And where once the domain of birds,
was glorified above,
now gives shelter to ants and grubs.
Golden bark breathes no more.
A deathly gray instead petrifies,
the deceased former shade giver.
And yet as cell churns to molecule,
and molecule devolves its complexity,
soil enriches.
Earth becomes fertile.
And the dust again gives way to life.

 
     



Details | Rhyme | |

Nature's Harmony

By the majestic mountain Are some yellow trees Beautiful in their austere They sway in the breeze Their life sits purely To find a love such as this Nature’s harmony
Russell Sivey


Details | Cowboy | |

PIKES PEAK CRANKY CRITTER CONFAB

Up in Colorado, in the forests of Pikes Peak
A cranky critters conference was held just this week
It was led by a mouse, 3 legs, whiskerless & without tail
"Against a common foe!" He said "We must Unite! We must prevail!"

He hobbled out to the edge of the woods & pointed toward a house
In that house, I once lived a good life, a young & healthy mouse
Then one day the rancher's wife decided she'd had enough
I will say she is a worthy adversary, Mercy she was tough!

He looked around at all the critters, weasel, skunk & squirrel
& said "I hate to admit it but I was bested by a girl!"
Its true, I escaped alive but she got her trophies, too
For I left my tail, paws & whiskers stuck there in her glue 

The squirrel spoke up in a streetwise Brando voice
I'll accept the challenge! For this mission, I am the best choice!
I know this lady well, having enjoyed seeds & nuts out on her deck
I am not afraid of her & will show her we deserve respect

So the squirrel plotted & waited until the time was right
He saw his chance & took it while in the birds she took delight
He scampered up a pine tree & scurried out on to a branch
While she was distracted with a phone call & a pretty bird, he seized his chance

He took a flying leap, landing square on her blond head
Taking great delight in her squeals of surprise & dread
He then let loose with a torrent of the defecation sort
"That's for all the dead & walking wounded!" was his parting retort
 
The moral of this story, for one there must be
Is be mindful of avenging squirrels when you sit beneath a tree 


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Haiku Calendar

Haiku Calendar 
(January to December in the Southern part of the U.S.A.)

snow and more snow falls 
cold wind and more cold wind blows 
all branches are bare 

starving and weak birds 
a chill grips before sunrise 
fall from bare branches 

warm afternoon wind 
thin morning ice melts on pond 
a song bird is heard 

poppies hide in grass 
drink from early morning showers 
bees drink from open buds 

warm ruffles new weeds 
clover covers budding ground 
crickets find their song 

hawk hunts small rabbit 
green hedges give good cover 
blood drips on clover 

sun waves off dark soil 
flowers grow only in shade 
bees hive drips sweet wax 

in shade cow chews cud 
waits for dark to find water 
sleeps on top of mound 

east winds pull cool rain 
quinces bright hill flowers thirst 
streams roar then fall quite 

squirrel hides acorn 
digs hole at foot of oak tree 
barks at gray wet sky 

leaf fall from elm tree 
vacant bird nest are exposed 
geese sound over head 

deer move over trail 
fawns loose baby spots and jump 
graze on holly leafs  


Details | Rhyme | |

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 | |

Leaving Me

The shine came off of her back that day
under the magnolia tree
She sprawled her arms like tree sized roots
and swayed with the swaying breeze
It was always her choice of blossoms
that seemed to bruise to the delicate touch
It was always on the day she was about to die
that she wanted to live so much
She sank from luxurious apple green
into chameleon red
as I drew her a picture of spring time
and the resurrection of the dead
The snow fell sweet on the tree that year
in a vision of rains to come
as I sparked a match and drew her breath
in the winter's fallen sun.


Details | Rhyme | |

Green and pure

Mankind seeks dominion, and takes it all by brute force..
we took the trees, to have roads, companies and buildings all in a rush...
we mined for gold , not caring the cost..

looking back we realize we should have taken another course..
for every tree cut, another should have been planted of course! 
we didn't do that, and so the forests got sparse,the soil got coarse.. 
beautiful cities emerged, wow! who would have thought?!
 with them however, man got spoilt, 
we stopped walking, and in came the cars,those were classy, but they came with emissions and noise.

Hahaha, the ozone layer gets burned..
even light bulbs emit spurts,
 now the sun shines ,not to warm, but to scorch..
The  rains come to nourish our crops and then take our houses with flood..
Enough !

Now we must retrace our  steps, and chart a new course..
we must plant a tree for everyone we cut..
 no more indiscriminate burning let each waste/refuse be properly disbursed..
we must opt for alternative energy resource..
let us keep mother-earth as much as we can,Green , rich and  Pure.







Details | I do not know? | |

Alone A Tree In Mourning

A single bee
Alone a tree.
A single day in morning.
His slicker sly 
Of catching eyes.
His sweeter side of aging.
Like sticky seeds,
These blossom beads.
The winter plants are dying.
A drunken bee
Flies lazily,
Brought down by nectar drinking.

Our springs are wet
With sweet forgets.
Our hearts forever bleeding.
Our summers heat,
These days retreat,
Our only summer setting.
Our summers die
In lullabies.
I wish I wont stop dreaming.
A passer by
I might ask why
Alone a tree in morning?

And possibly 
He’d die to be 
My only glimpse of fleeting.
Without a care 
Our pulses dare
To reach the height of running.
A gentle sigh,
An open mind,
Holds within each waiting.

His ancient cry
Of reasons why.
His simple song of saving.
I'll never die 
He'll say tonight
While other dawns are breaking.
A passer by,
I might ask why
Alone a tree in mourning? 


Details | Free verse | |

Slender Birch

Steel Gray skies with threatening rain and restless wind
My breath gathers as mist on the inside of the window pane
...as I watched for the school bus

A slender birch tree with spiral scars 
of flayed bark against its white skin
like curlicues of sharpened pencil shavings

Still clutching many bright yellow leaves, 
Some collecting at its base like a discarded garment
Sunlight, just a small shaft flickers bright dapples on tiny dancers
Ocherous curtains against the bruised sky

Prodigious vibrant final act
Just for me
The tree manages a sly curtsey 
in my direction, 
Sacrificing more of her fragile costume

My beautiful rosy-cheeked child kicks playfully
through the saffron sea of discarded programs
“Here are some for you Mama” he says
as he bursts into the kitchen smelling of peanut butter and early fall
There he deposits a chubby handful of my regard 
gently into my apron pocket

And into my heart's hiding place as well
Perfect poignant performance;
Beautifully done slender birch,
Most beautifully done


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 
sorrow..
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 | Shape | |

My Tree

                                          My Tree       

                                           Tree!
                               The tree of evergreen
                            Leaves are green to thee
                         Birds sing from some boughs
                    Flowers bloom forth in swirl patterns
                      And bees buzz musically round
                         I look upon thee – swaying
                                 By the drifting wind
                                       I love thee–
                                         towering
                                        That Looks
                                         upward
                                       and Beyond–
                                       the symbol
                                       of renewal


Details | Rhyme | |

A Tree

A tree grows from the ground up
Grows tall with a little luck

It leans on the sunshine,
and soaks up the rain

It sheds its clothes,
then dresses for the Spring!


Details | Personification | |

Like a gentle sneeze

The tree stretches its branches
Like a cat waking up from sleep
Its leaves  give a little shake
Almost like a gentle sneeze

Looks down at the passing river 
Snaking its way past its roots
Watering nature as it meanders by
Grass and plants with wormlike shoots

Where is this river running to
What mysteries does it leave behind
Any evil  teardrops to poison you
Or just happiness of the watery kind

Whatever hope this picture brings
Look for the sun as it bursts with song
Remember that tree with its catlike stretch
And the lazy river meandering along.


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

Today 
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 | Shape | |

My Tree

                                          My Tree       

                                           Tree!
                               The tree of evergreen
                            Leaves are green to thee
                         Birds sing from some boughs
                    Flowers bloom forth in swirl patterns
                      And bees buzz musically round
                         I look upon thee – swaying
                                 By the drifting wind
                                       I love thee–
                                         towering
                                        That Looks
                                         upward
                                      and Beyond–
                                       the symbol
                                       of renewal


Details | Ballade | |

Fallen tree

Fallen Tree.

A fallen tree lies on the ground
Its life, long disappeared
It lies there dead and bent and burned
And yet in death it’s weird
The pattern of its silent branches
Have a life all of their own
All grey and gnarled and petrified
As I stand here all alone.

In death there be a certain beauty
One only has to look
The sacred truth be all around
Which can’t be found in books
This great old tree that’s fallen down
It’s considered now diseased
And yet it emphasizes life
Life’s power be increased.

For all the bush looks more alive
Against this fallen tower
In death it seems to magnify
The force of nature’s power
As its branches etched against the sky
They seem to wave and dance
In this spot among the bush land trails
It seems that life’s enhanced




Details | Verse | |

Wildflowers

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 | 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 | 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 | Blank verse | |

Hammer In Hand

You always laughed at me In that funny way of yours
Standing at the door ~ looking out to see 
Wondering where you are, and will you follow me 
With hammer in hand ~ Into nature decked with 
silver and gold 

Do you possess a loving heart  with stories untold 
By now they know what  you are made of 
Reflections that come from your eyes they see 
Though they walk with you in a style of their own
Shaped into the figure of a man with beauty of a woman 

A tree in the forest is cut down shaped into the form of a goddess 
A goddess that will take us through time and back again 
Though time is an elusive thing  here as we all know 
Hammer in hand into nature decked with silver and gold 

Time means nothing when the heart is near  I am told   
Does a tree feel the pains of a cut as we do , I ask you 
I have struggled all my days with thoughts like these 
To figure out what the true meaning really is to me 
If you know can you tell me too as we walk together
With hammer in hand into nature decked with silver and gold 


Details | Shape | |

My Tree

                                          My Tree       

                                           Tree!
                               The tree of evergreen
                            Leaves are green to thee
                         Birds sing from some boughs
                    Flowers bloom forth in swirl patterns
                      And bees buzz musically round
                         I look upon thee – swaying
                                 By the drifting wind
                                       I love thee–
                                         towering
                                        That Looks
                                         upward
                                      and Beyond–
                                       the symbol
                                       of renewal


Details | Shape | |

My Tree

                                          My Tree       

                                           Tree!
                               The tree of evergreen
                            Leaves are green to thee
                         Birds sing from some boughs
                    Flowers bloom forth in swirl patterns
                      And bees buzz musically round
                         I look upon thee – swaying
                                 By the drifting wind
                                       I love thee–
                                         towering
                                        That Looks
                                         upward
                                      and Beyond–
                                       the symbol
                                       of renewal


Details | Concrete | |

Concrete Leaf

                                                                     L
                                                                      E                                       
                                                                       A
                                                                        F
                                                                    IS MY 
                                                          NAME AND I LIVE 
                                                    UP IN THE TREES. I LOVE 
                                             TO TRY AND WAVE AT YOU EACH 
                                          TIME I FEEL A BREEZE. SUMMER TIME
                                     I FILL BARE BRANCHES UP WITH LEAVES OF
                                  GREEN AND WATCH AS SQUIRRELS AND BIRDS 
                                   COME BY TO FULFIL THEIR SUMMER DREAMS.
                                       WHEN THE SKYS TURN GREY AND NORTH
                                            WINDS BLOW THAT’S WHEN WE ALL
                                                BEGIN TO GLOW. WITH ORANGE,
                                                   RED’S AND GOLDS SO TRUE, 
                                                        WE EVEN GET A LITTLE
                                                            RUSTY TOO. BYE
                                                                 FOR NOW
                                                                     TREE
                                                                         S
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
09.12.2014


Details | Free verse | |

Pohutukawa Tree

Pohutukawa tree I wonder
Which of man’s endless bloody battles
Planted you here?
Your venous red needle flowers
Drop to the ground below
Where they lie in corpuscle puddles

Whose mothers are they I wonder?
Lying in the branches
Morning the senseless loss
Of their loved sons and brothers

Pohutukawa tree
Reminder of war’s terrible cost
So Pohutukawa tree be
Keeper of the peace


Details | Ballad | |

Living my dream

Living my dream

I had one dream when I was young
To go to another land
In life I wasn’t satisfied
I wanted something grand
Lions, tigers. Kangaroos
And all those wild, wild beasts
Africa, South America
Or Australia at least.

Possessive Mother was my curse
How could I get away?
Every time I mentioned it
She had so much to say
And made me feel so guilty
Really cramped my style
And then one day there came along
Something to make me smile

I’d just turned my nineteenth year
When this great girl came along
She hailed from West Australia
And filled my heart with song
So we got married, had some kids
And here we are in Oz
Been here for half a century
And I came here all because

It was my fate to find this girl
She was my destiny
There’s be a whisper in the skies
That knows how things will be
It takes one’s soul, and leads it on
So growth, it might occur
And I know that west Australia
My heart, it sure does stir.

4 August 2013 @ 1440hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

Mighty Oak Tree

The mighty oak tree sits near Orange and red leaves Looking like it is on fire They clog up the eaves Beautiful to see Sight unlike any around In awe completely
Russell Sivey Form Seguidilla


Details | Couplet | |

In A Hotel Room

The ghats,grey serpents in green thickets
cool and moist, dampens restless midgets

There ,in  a hotel ,in the lushness of the tropic's crown
are trees mighty tall with neat flights of stairs hanging down.

stood  perched on trees, a cabin each of uneven logs
with wooden planks hand-polished to parqueted  floors


A large cypress cot,an inviting bed ,the sensuous Umrao-Jaan
on canvas overhead, glowing in hues from a crystal pan

white porcelain figures, lovers dancing  on mantle;love lounges,
windows open to wild flora , a few ripe mangoes hanging in bunches

On the rails ruddy jasmine vines flaunt little white stars
antique bamboo lanterns at the door , happy to be ajar
 
warm aroma from oils of wild-herb toiletries exude
wanting a trickle on the heated hearts' pursuit

cute candles whispers roses and jasmine in the air
nothing more,  the imp of the mind feasts on love in the air. 

on the small balcony , the cool breeze of the underwoods caress
In this tree-house,bask in nature...at its best to soothe five senses. 


Details | Ballad | |

Ode to a Cherry Tree

Peering through plate glass at a puzzling view, In the midst of hot coffee’s morning ritual brew. Staring out with amazement and wonderfully struck, By our Cherry Tree’s overnight sensation run amuck! By nature’s own standard, cruel joke she has played, Million blossoms wide open one February day. This juvenile sapling knows not what it feels, Sprouting vivid Pink colors, the show it now steals. From those all around laying dormant in state, Expecting nature’s cue to blossom their own petals awake. And by then poor young cherry will have muted her splash, Replaced by green leaves summer storms will soon thrash. But alas all this splendor making warm visual sense, In the short time required for fresh java to dispense. Tomorrow I’ll once again observe through plate glass, The wonders waiting just beyond cold winter’s Rye Grass. Submitted to Giorgio A. V. Contest themed: Impress me with a small poem II! 1) user name: wedge 2) choice of motif: nature


Details | Ballade | |

By the rainbow coloured river

By the rainbow coloured river.

Is there anything more wonderful?
Than these early morning hours
As the morning sun shines down
With all its magic power
To fill the river with its light
And cause it to reflect
A magic world of splendid colour
For my eyes to detect.

Oh, those mighty tingle trees
That grow on the other side
Of this rainbow coloured river
They stand there deified
And make my heart just spill on over
With oh, such tender bliss
On this lovely dawn in Nornalup
I am here, and I am this!

The sun shines down on the velvet lawn
Where me, I quietly stand
Oh, what a splendid colour green
So wonderful, so grand!
A clump of trees up there ahead
They’re alive with the morning sun
Oh what beauty shines on through
As this day has just begun.

30 May 2014 @ 0716hrs.


Details | Tanka | |

Natures Umbrella

  


  a weeping willow

    never really shedding tears

      nature's umbrella

        branches trailing to the ground

          green leaves sparkling in the wind


Details | Villanelle | |

Golden Yellow Trees

The blue sky peeks at me quite far away Through the warm golden yellow autumn trees They look like gold placed against the blue day This lively scene looks beautiful today The path goes straight forward where you see The blue sky peeks at me quite far away The sight is amazing, I truly say I walk the path of trees so I can be They look like gold placed against the blue day The row of trees glow with yellow this day The whole land here grows as if it’s so free The blue sky peeks at me quite far away I go down whistling and thought this way The sky with the trees sure does impress me They look like gold placed against the blue day I know the sight will stay with me I say Golden color of the trees delight me The blue sky peeks at me quite far away They look like gold placed against the blue day
Russell Sivey


Details | Imagism | |

Blackbird

Blackbird

Atop a pine
of perfect symmetry-
a blackbird
where a star should be.

Suzanne Delaney


Details | Ballade | |

Letting my eyes look within

Letting my eyes look within

‘I am here, I am me’ I state every day
Though I play with the words just a bit
yet always the message it be just the same
There really is no doubt about it
I am trying to enter the essence of me
I’m letting my eyes look within
I go to my center and look at my source
That space far away from the din.

Been doing this thing for just gone four years
And I’m feeling the changes that come
My mind be more mellow, and life feels real good
And the anger, it seems has gone dumb
Little things that mattered don’t matter no more
I care not who’s wrong or who’s right
I look at my me ness and find me the force
Of all of life’s wondrous delight.

I am here, I am me, these words I do state
And this it be my daily song
As I let the mind seek the source of itself
And feel myself truly belong
To the stars and the trees and the whole Universe
As I realize, everything’s me
I just want to be Mr natural man
I just want my mind to be free.


Details | Rhyme | |

Trees

Trees Trees, trees, everywhere, and no one stops to think What we may lose as all mankind nears a crucial brink. When oaks and elms and other trees just simply cease to be, Less Oxygen will be sent into the air we breathe. Where will be the majesty of mighty cypress trees, That pose in stately beauty for all the world to see? What will be the price we pay if, someday, they’re all gone, And we are left here breathless to, somehow, carry on? The life of trees can be started by Mother Earth herself, Or, sometimes, by some gardener in a pot upon a shelf. Regardless, how they’re started, we need to wonder why These beauties of creation are called upon to die. Redwoods and sequoias that grace our western shore Stand as mighty icons that we dare not ignore. When left to die by nature’s plan I believe that you will see They will outlive mortal man by at least a century. To those who say God meant for man to use them as we need I don’t believe He meant decisions to be governed by our greed. I will not be labeled as a ‘tree hugger’ – not by any measure. I’ll just continue speaking out for mankind’s silent treasure. Written By John Posey 07/08/13


Details | Tanka | |

The Virtuous White Rose

--**--The Virtuous White Rose--**--

White rose is holy
Matrimony pureness of
Bond between lovers.
Blessing  to Old Rome deceased’s
Chastity and innocence.

White Rose in myth and
Legend was tainted by blood,
Made blush from kiss, thus
Made it red and made it pink
Against its pride purity.


Details | Rhyme | |

Picture Perfect


 

                                     One powerful tree stands alone on the hillside,
                                       Colorful like a rainbow that is so very bright,
                                          A perfect picture of an excellent painter,
                                          Captured by lens on a sunny September.

                                            Colors blending with a fantastic view,
                                Red, orange, yellow, combined with green and blue,
                                      Even fairies will adore this beauty of nature,
                                    Calming our souls refreshes our heart so pure.


                                                          December 10, 2013
                                       For Poet Undertaker's "Nature" Contest
                                                            4th Place Winner


Details | Prose Poetry | |

In The Woods

I set off along the faint trail
it was one I had not noticed before
plunging me deep into unknown territory
stomach clenched in excitement as I strode on

Tall old Oaks, Aspens, Chestnuts and Beeches
cloaked the way ahead, I was aware of silence
rather a nervous paused silent as if holding it's breath
everything seemed to be waiting for something to happen

Deeper into the woods I went, admiring the new slightly odd 
flora and fauna scattered about, beautiful flowers blooming
mushrooms two feet and more wide with red and yellow spots
sturdy enough to sit on while I took a rest

Slipping into sleep I traveled even deeper
until I came to the heart of these mysterious woods
a shout went up from elves, fairies and pixies
she is here at last, our soon to be crowned new queen

A magical glen with a throne in the middle
red carpet made from red flower petals strewn
jewels most wondrous glinting in the trees
birds so colorful that they dazzle as they fly

Clasping me by the hand the pixies lead to the throne
once I am seated, they serve me with golden nectar
tasty berries and cakes of flowers on leaves for plates
full of such excitement I gaze around the clearing

A place of tranquility and majestical splendor 
little houses in the trees and small fairy lights
standing sentinel was an ancient gnarled Oak
branches waving as it moved towards me

Shaking as it drew closer and stopped before me
an elf handed it a crown that glittered with gems
turning to me it said let the crowning commence
with great ceremony he uttered the words

"Has any here just cause as to why she shouldn't be crowned?"

A deathly silence prevailed not even a murmur
Then turning to me he placed it on my head
all around were now on bended knee, heads bowed
The oak said "Now you are our ordained queen"

As a great cheer went up I startled back awake
the clearing, throne and all the little people vanished
All that was left behind was a feather of wonderful hues
and the crashing of a startled stag fleeing into the trees


written 09/07/2013

contest  In The Woods


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Breath of sweetness

Breath of sweetness

The breath of sweetness in the air
On this cooling winters day
Flows into the soul of me
As I move along my way
I walk the trail that follows lake
All rimmed with dark green trees
And watch with wonder in my soul
As they dance upon the breeze

A flock of brightly colored parrots
Do fly above my head
All green, and red, with shades of blue
They lighten some, my tread
As those trees all shades of fluffy green
Do shelter sparkling lake
I dance within the shades of magic
That come with each daybreak.

The grass grows tall along the banks
As the sky, an azure blue
Be the canvas for the morning sun
That enhances morning hues
So all alone beside this lake
This beauty touches me
And tells me of another world
All filled with mystery.


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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.




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Haiku 4 - flowering weed, dancing leaf, life force

at the roadside
solitary flowering weed
vision of loveliness

leaf falling from the tree
does its last dance in the air
then settles to the ground

in the crack in the concrete
the grass pushes upwards
unstoppable life force


Details | Free verse | |

like diamonds


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

drip.

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.


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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


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ZOOKEEPER

Lookin' after pests
Keepin' a CLOSE eye on 'em
"Those wild animals!"

Roamin' around zoo
Searchin' for sneaky monkey
Hidin' in a tree

Zookeeper gets mad
"Where's Marty, the smartypants!?"
"He TOOK my cage keys!"


Details | Couplet | |

Trees

Trees are moss are grass are stones.
Trees are spirit, nerves and bones.

Trees are air, stars and sky.
Trees are lungs, eyes and I.


Details | Concrete | |

The Birch

The Birch

We’re hailed by changes of weather always
Pouring, wind, rain, gale and hurricane
Our dried barks and twigs easily departs
When they lavishly attack in season
Enchanting imbibe of full moon lights
We play with millions twinkling stars
Cloud travels vigilantly surrounding us
Flurry movement with smiling joyous
Various birds and sparrows nettles
In whole branches swinging whirling
Evening and morning chirping of them
Provides sweetened sleeping time gorgeous
Shelter we provide in all season to all
We don’t mind men, animal or phantom
Various insects joyfully abode us
 Historical event many times with pride	
 Have written in our provision but
When started our birth in which reason 
Far back to exact immemorial time
Turns upheavals appeared and vanished
Our races remained pervading always
Calamities various we have noticed
Dreadful volcanoes earth quakes floods
Devastation of habitation many times
We’ve seen horror of war stopping breath
Slowly but surely in the lapse of time
We came to contact with wise human beings
They knew the uses of our multiples
Fostering lives to driving enemies all
Houses to live making door windows
Ceiling, pillars, furniture other more
Decorative enchantment in festivals too
To cross the rivers with beautiful canoe plus
Fodders to animals to shoot for vegetables
 Our fruits they contrived ordinary goods
Kinds and genres of our different
Familiar family Birch Betula Pendula
Mountain to plain everywhere our dwellings
Dwarf taller biggest eldest our findings 
Greenish yellowish leafage luscious	
Silvery skin beautiful to see and touch
Lovingly people composes writings on
Symmetry with wind when we blowing
Breeze pours joys producing sweet sound
Rustle hustle colliding leaves with twigs	
Fountain signals us enamouring love present
Running gently humming with murmuring flush
Poet’s heart delights cheering the Birch
Gorgeous, vibrant unrivalled focus
History stands describing more about
Adding, idioms, phrases and anecdotes core
So old we’re in history self also
‘Veda’ describes us memorable Birch.
 


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WIND AND LOVE

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
Invisible
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
Invisible
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
Invisible
But there's no doubt
Heaven sent
Moving in and out

Date: 8-19-14


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All this beauty

All this beauty

Where came from all this beauty?
Where came from all this art?
Oh what a lovely feeling
That melts into my heart
As I sit here by this river 
And watch the morning sun
It makes such perfect pictures
As the morn has just begun.

I’m surrounded by such beauty
Oh, this river filled with trees
They be merely reflections
Yet what a sight it be
Those trees surround the river
As above and so below
These beautiful reflections
Oh, how this scene does glow.

It’s early in the morning
As the sun awakes the day
I sit here in a hazy dream
In a soft and carefree way
And watch the sun make pictures
On this water that lies still
I love the world of nature
I know I always will.

1 May 2014 @ 0722hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

Nature's Gift

Nature's Gift



High above the mighty and tall oaks,
 the clouds often dance all day
The sun hides above Nature's cloak
 as mere mortals work and play

Down below a forest deep in snow
 wild critters scurry in frenzy need
Gathering food with offspring in tow
 first warm day to play and feed

Soon comes a pouring cold , hard rain
 fruits from the dancing clouds above
Nature does it's duty timely yet again
 as the world yields it's beauty and love!

Robert L.  05-17-2014


Pouring , hard rain here today. 
As I ponder the peacefulness of my favorite spot in the 
deep woods and the critters I no longer seek to slay!


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Snowflakes

a slight breeze and loosely packed snow on yonder branch comes tumbling down in myriads of tiny snowflakes each flake becomes a miracle glistening in the streetlight like a diamond


Details | Free verse | |

Train Journey

I sit here by the window
and watch quietly
as the train moves along
Outside
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!


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Nature Portraits - Mountain, Sequoia, Sunset, Thunderstorm, Waterfall

The grandeur of a majestic mountain standing proud against the horizon with its snow-capped peak enveloped in fleecy white clouds against a clear azure blue sky The glorious majesty of a stately sequoia towering above the surrounding vegetation being the largest living thing on earth its massive trunk over thirty feet wide with its gnarled rugged beauty The wondrous artistry of the setting sun edging the darkened clouds with silver linings and painting the evening sky in brilliant colours of the rainbow mirrored on the ocean's surface below The awesome power of a thunderstorm at night with jagged bolts of lightning that split the darkness and light up the surroundings with blinding dazzling intensity The thunderous roar of a mighty waterfall cascading down in huge torrents of liquid fury smashing into the water below creating mists of water droplets that transform the sunlight into a rainbow


Details | Sonnet | |

Sycamore Memories-win

"To hold as 'twere, the mirror up to nature. " William Shakespeare," Hamlet 1601."


Window covered by a sycamore tree
Constant friend of my snowy Maple days
Memories spring as insects on a tree
Turn my gloomy days in glorious days

Hippocrates got his inspiration
For research in medicine to begin
Buddha sat under it for meditation
The enlightenment of mind to attain.

Desdemona sat sighing under it
In agony to hear willow song treat
Flying to Egypt Mary rested a bit
Crann ban “Money tree” in Irish spirit

To demystify health, to personalize
To me sycamore tree is to poetize.

 ** The notion of a "mirror held up to nature" has been taken over for any mimetic theory of art — the idea that art should represent reality and nature as closely as possible**           

                      +++++++
Revised and Reposted    May 4, 2014
Form : Shakespearean sonnet in Pentameter
Dr.Ram Mehta
Contest: Shakespeare by Frank H.
=========================
Dr. Ram Mehta
Date: 4/19/2011
Fourth Place win in :
Contest:The Tree sponsored by Constance La france-A rambling poet
=========================
* I wrote a sonnet Maple Memories in 2000 while living in Windsor-ONT 
and was posted on 6/29/2005 on PS as Maple Memories.
   The present poem is re-written for the contest.
** Maple Days- Maple is the national tree of Canada.
* Buddha is pronounced one syllable

 


Details | Personification | |

Birth of a Poet

The animals know better than us. The rain has never poured so loudly in a key so soft.
To the front, the sailing of city buses and mini vans cruising across in this weather makes the water underneath their tires sound like the street is crying out for 5 more minutes of sleep. Up above, the trees are protecting a nest of baby blue jays before they get washed away by the silence of their mother not being there. But with sky blue young spirits, and small empty stomachs, they keep hope alive in the fact that even children know storms and struggles don’t last forever.
Below the trees, nature has found a name to call it’s own. From the hole dug by the little boy next door, a family of three foxes have named human nature sanctuary, and burrowed their problems into the sediment to rest for a while.
To the side of the hole, a flock of ducks are swimming in the water with eyes open wide enough to where you can see their loyalty to love one another rushes wild.
To the right of the pond, caged up in a man made blanket, and lost in his own mind, is the boy. From what he remembers, last night was like a train accident; A head on collision of two people he could’ve sworn he saw holding hands just the other day. He hears the sound of plates shattering in C-minor, and the chorus of words that his parents screamed in F-sharp, so he imprisoned himself in his own bed sheets, accompanied by the courageous corduroy bear who he swears keeps hearing whisper “everything will be okay.”
It’s raining outside, and the crescendos of screams have been silenced by it’s peaceful security.
The boy, sleeps soundly now. The rain has protected his ears, and guarded his heart from being washed away by all of his nightmares.
He doesn’t care whether he wakes up. The baby blue jay, the resourceful fox and the brave little duck are all he wants to keep dreaming about.
Maybe he’ll run away into the rain? Or maybe into the arms if his mother?, whom he prays he can still recognize. To the left of his bed, he picked up the blank page of his coloring book and a crayon, and became a life long poet in that moment that morning. Taking a deep breath in, and giving a soft breath out, his first sentence was
“The animals know better than us.”


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Like a bird

Like a bird

Like a bird up in a treetop
Singing, tenderly
This little bird I know him well
This creature it be me
I sit here with my pen in hand
And sing so crazily
With symbols shining out like gold
I give my song to thee

These words, they be my  message
I sing them to the sky
One day his body will be gone
But the words will never die
They well up from my very soul
Without no help from me
I am that bird up in a tree
With his lone symphony.

And lord, I like to share it
I will whisper from the stars
And tell the world I am this bird
Send vibes out wide and far
That sing about the journey
The only one I know
As I’m sending out my story
In words that make it glow.

5 August 2013 @ 1755hrs.







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Nature

a precious white floret
smelling the gardenia
sweetens my botanical

they have freedom
pines far from here in green land
the desert cries thrist


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A TREE STEM

In between the mountains

A thinny tree stem

On it I am


Details | Imagism | |

The Snows of Winter

The snow silently cloaked the land
falling slowly but insistently
creating large drifts against the walls
bigger and bigger get the flakes

A world of white where ever you look
gnashed here and there by trees
sticking up their bare branches
which are now also snow laden

Sheep struggle through the drifts
helped by the shepherd and dogs
fast as a flash the collies mark
until the shepherd digs them out

Still relentlessly the snow falls
roads and trails disappear from sight
I look out over the white landscape
and feel as if I am in the clouds


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If I Shall Grow Old 2K13

If these eyes shall become blinded, and if this
hair shall come to be combed thinly and grey;
No, it would not be the end of the world.
I would still see beauty therein this world through
the songs of Crickets and Feathered Songsters.
The breeze would yet whisper and trees still dance.
I would yet smell the freshly bloom of Spring.
I'd still endure Summer's sweltering heat.
I'd yet feel Autumn's leaves crunch 'neath these toes.
I'd still long to be fireside with Winter.
Disabled or not, perhaps I'd yet walk
therein wonderful imagination.
How I'd be forever young at heart!
Then just as one journey came to an end,
I'd indeed greet another with a smile.


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The Backside of Killington Mountain

Killington Mountain, one of the largest Ski resorts in New England.
With its webbing of trails, dotted with colourful kaleidioscopic ski outfits;
racing to the Castle they call a Base Lodge.

My Cabin is atop a mountain across two valleys from Killington's backside
I can see the untamed, wild and free side of Mother Nature's: True being
Where deers have no fears, and the Bald Eagle soars Free

I once did a recue mission there, and when all were safe, I walked
Into the forrest of Nature,where mankind had never before intruded
I walked where the Deer, Bed. where the eaglets squawked for food

I saw the Black Bear awake; "Good Morning Mrs. Black Bear"she Yawned
And walked away.I heard the Evergreens giggle as melting snow ticked Pines
The Serenity,Tranquility,enveloped me in Nature's Wonder of the World.
      Inspired by Linda(PD) with her Contest: 7 Wonders of the Ancient and
                     New World. This POEM is one of my 7 Wonders.
This is Dedicated to all POETS who have written about the Autrocitys of 
Mankind to "  Nature or THE Beauty of Mother Nature in Rhyme "
                           This is not a Contest Entree


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Memories On Branches

An old board and a rope had made me a swing,
Sitting there when I was around the age of nine,
I curiously looked up to see the first sign of spring,
Where a robin was building a nest of twigs entwined.

Summer's heat burned my shoulders, so I sought shade,
I climbed up into your strong arms at the age of fourteen,
Along with a book, I relaxed in a solitude no one could invade,
I found myself lost within the pages and the leaves of green.

On a lazy, autumn afternoon, at the age of twenty-three,
I raked the dead leaves that buried my feet into a pile,
Through the orange limbs my black cat peered down at me,
Then leapt from the tree to play among the leaves for awhile.

Now, as I am rapidly approaching the age of thirty-one,
Branches are encased in ice, as winter continues to unfold,
From my window, I see the cardinals and the disappearing sun,
Reminding me that life still survives in the bitter cold.





March, 7th, 2014

Gail Angel Doyle's contest - "Memories On Branches"


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Rainforest Blues


Rainforest Blues
flora and fauna, rainforest teeming with life - hungry bulldozers


Details | Pantoum | |

FOLIAGE IN WITHERED HARMONY

‘  ‘  ‘        ‘’’’’’’’’’’             ‘        ‘



Those tender wrinkling leaves pour dizzily down 
auburn dressed palms of shaven-  tree solemnity, 
like drowsy tunes of autumn’s harp sound,
saintly foliage fluting, swooping in withered harmony. 

Auburn dressed palms of shaven- tree solemnity
tangerine floats of stems fading by lamp light, 
saintly foliage fluting, swooping in withered harmony 
their torn skins crackle, mumble and fall from flight. 

Tangerine floats of stems fading by lamp light, 
brushing a wandering  sky soaking in rainfall’s keep
their torn skins crackle, mumble and fall from flight 
and whispers of stooped dance soothe the moon to sleep. 

Brushing a wandering sky soaking in rainfall’s keep
spreading leaves’ goodbye glory for a final  display, 
and wafts of stooped dance soothe the moon to sleep
as  full season of fall sheds life’s leaves to pray. 

Spreading leaves’ goodbye glory for a final display, 
like drowsy tunes of autumn’s harp sound, 
as  full season of fall seems to shed life’s leaves to pray 
those  tender wrinkling leaves  pour dizzily down. ~


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Pantoum poetry
© rights reserved



By: nette onclaud



Details | Ballade | |

Questions for everyone

Questions for everyone

Has anybody ever sat? 
In a garden filled with flowers
Have you felt the magic there?
Have you felt the power?
Have you sat there with the body still?
And the mind too, just the same?
Have you ever lost yourself?
As the mind stopped playing games

Have you seen those magic colours?
And really seen them too!
Have you felt the touch of the morning breeze?
Have you seen the way she do?
Touch those branches with her glory
Make them dance in the morning sun
As the sparkles nearly blow your mind
And you’re the holy one?

Have you ever heard the dove’s warm Coo
And that deep, deep ravens croak?
Have you seen the mulberry tree?
As she dons her summers coat?
And radiance and reverence
Are all that one can know
Have you ever sat there in the garden?
And watched the morning flow.


Details | Narrative | |

The Trees Cry

A tree stood silent, motionless and still,
Enhancing the beauty on top of this hill.
Timber is heard as the axes fly,
I thought that I heard this tree cry.

It wasn’t hurting anything, just soaking up sun.
That was the day the developer was to come.
They tied little ribbons on the ones to go.
The trees start to shake as the wind blows.

One by one all the mighty trees fall,
Crashing to the ground across a stone wall.
They say this is progress and it must be.
Did anyone stop to ask the tree?

Years go by and some new trees grow.
I wonder to myself will these have to go?
I look up and watch the leaves dance in the air,
A green canopy under a sky that is fair.

It’s a cycle of life but I still wonder,
Is there any sense to all this plunder?
The tree I once knew now has to die,
I drift to the day I heard the tree cry.


Details | Ballad | |

The Poem Tree

The poem tree is a very safe haven, 
for birds and fowl, a hawk, a raven, or
a little barn owl.The tree could be a
silhouette, or the finest place to raise
your pet.The poem tree could bear
the fruit of life.Such as apples and 
pears, with morning dew.A wonderful
place to play the flute.The poem tree
could have a nest.Giving birds with 
eggs, a place to rest.It could capture
a kite who someone lost, or be bitten
by the morning frost.It could capture
a balloon, which went astray, or drop
all its leaflets by the bay.The poem
tree could have a lollipop, or maybe
a candycane, umbrella branches, to
stop the rain.The tree could protect
all animals, from an oncoming flood, 
and keep all the tree bugs out of the
mud.Above the tree the sun will shine.
Home for a raccoon, or a porcupine..

The Poem Tree by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2011,2014.All rights reserved.


Details | Sijo | |

Purposes of the Tree

In a forest, a tree sits by itself and is quite gnarly Bright light shines inside the grove, and on the tree with crooked branches The purpose of the tree is misplaced, but the power is true
Russell Sivey Entrant into Rick Parise's "Sijo" contest 12/27/2012


Details | Ballade | |

Fuzzy tree

Fuzzy Tree

The tree looks warm and fuzzy
“Grevilia I believe
It seems she’s reaching out to heaven
With her narrow pointed leaves.
She seems to say “The Spring is coming”
With a kind of energy
That comes within a haze of mystery.

The sky, so blue {the canvass there}
Pristine and cool and calm
She draws the lush green Mulberry
As it waves it’s thick green arms
To the technicolour Parrots there
Who be a smile indeed, from God
As the fountain sings a song of brotherhood.

And yet that little fuzzy tree
A Grevilia I believe
She pulls my gaze right back to her
And that’s a mystery
For yesterday she was there too
That tree, that one, the same
But the way she looks has somehow seemed to change.


Details | Sonnet | |

Broken Wind Chimes

Dangling from the tree I can see,
Broken wind chimes that still sing.
They just hang on by a split string.
Sending a harmony of tunes to thee.
 
Their tones and vibrations are a bit broken for me.
I listen and I ponder for what tunes they can bring.
From the tree they will sway when they can swing.
Bits and pieces are released through the air and flee.
 
Caught in the wind is it’s vibrations.
Carrying signals of great magnitude.
Funneling clouds into new creations.
Bringing air into a brand new mood.
 
Broken wind chimes can still sing a song,
But their messages are scattered all along.
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2007


Details | Haibun | |

Trees

Watch and listen carefully.
There, do you hear the stirring?
Wander over and move the bracken
see the hedgehog scurry away,
now fat and sleepy


Tall pines are waving
as the gentle breeze blows
branches are dancing


Aromatic scent of their wood
floods the valley, everything
smelling so fresh from the tang.
Birds sing out in happiness
perching high up in the canopy.


The mighty oak who's
heavily laden acorns
crash down to the ground


Squirrels quickly gather them up
to store for winter hiding them
in hollow trunks and small cracks.
Then tuck themselves up
in their dreys to hibernate


Horse chestnut ripens
swelling up in fruition
kernels taste so sweet


Now the hot chestnut sellers
stand by their braziers
toasting the nuts
passing them out in
brown paper bags,
watch the child tossing one
from hand to hand
impatient for them to cool


Ash stately stands guard
over the silent churchyard
no trespassing here


Well tended graves
nestle under its canopy
crosses and angels standing watch too,
a quiet place to come and reflect.


Yew so poisonous
keeps the animals at bay
protecting the graves


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 | Ballade | |

The tree at dawn

The tree at dawn

I look at the tree
As the night begins to die
I look at him with passion
I look with zest do I
As he stands within his magic
This heavy mantled tree
And makes me feel like crying
Weeping tenderly.

The Pink and grey’s Galahs arrive
All squawking, loud and gay
Swerving, diving joyfully
The new days underway
It gets my heart to humming
In a gentle kind of style
Till soon the mind is silent
As heart, it wears a smile

I see the magic mystery
Of a little green leafed cave
It brings soft comfort to my heart
And makes my being crave
To delve into sweet mystery
And as the dusk comes in
The mind feels quiet and wonderful
Far away from worldly din.


Details | Quatrain | |

Moonlight Madness



Sitting alone in the light of the moon
Twirling my glass of red wine
I retreated back into my cocoon
But still felt a chill up my spine

Something flew by in front of the moon
With a silhouette of a wide wing span
Its feathers flapped slow as it sang a tune
Its wings spread out in a fan

Then off he went out into the night
A raptor soaring in flight
The environment alive in the moonlight
Was an awesome yet fearful sight

The quiet stillness of the midnight air
Was a mystically charged atmosphere 
With all my senses alive and aware
I wondered what next would appear

The skeletal branches of a tree
Looked grim in the luminous glow
A leaf came loose and floated free
To the leaf carpeted lawn below

I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep
And dreamed of a forest of trees
And beyond the entrance further in deep
The temperature dropped thirty degrees

I snapped awake then in a flash
With a feeling of foreboding
And didn't really want to rehash
The message too obscure for decoding

I awoke to see in front of me
The same old leaf shedding tree
I thought I heard it speak to me
But honestly, how could that be?


I noticed the tree appeared forlorn
My thoughts were definitely wild
For it was only a honey locust thorn
What some people often reviled

I turned in for the evening after that
Then heard a light tapping on the pane
I saw it wasn't my Maine Coon cat
That’s when I went totally insane

A limb of that tree pointed towards me
Like a finger of a human hand
No more wine but Sleepy time tea
For me, I'm sure you understand


September 20, 2012







 


Details | Ode | |

Ode on Sorrows

A traveler has traveled far and wide,
Lost in the plains of yellow flowers and Poppies
He saw the tree that stood
An Oak tree it was, with stream of water from underneath.

A reflection of his image he saw,
A fallacy he denied. 
Like a fool he talk to trees and skies
The west wind blew and his heart felt
Heard his name sorrow, thus the wind Whispers
“A man is weight by the sorrow in his heart”

Thirsty, he drank from the stream.
Bitter it was, but the stream was as clear as the sea
An epiphany he had, the taste of bitterness,
Was from his heart, the taste of sorrow.

Green grass withered and the sun died,
Illuminated by the night skies;
He mocks the heavens
And he curses the ground.

The heaven cried out,
“Man is imprisoned in the passage of time”
The stars died too
The stream dried out and came a man
“I am thy sorrow, thy need, thy fallacy”.
“I live in denial, for I know not the man I see,
I know not of my weight, my sorrows”

“The yolk of life that I carry has undone me”
“Emptiness in a man’s heart is the presences of grief
Atlas! How well did my heart grief” said he
“How well did my heart swallowe’d” 

Darkness came over the plain,
the beauty was shunt from man.
A voice he heard,"nature of man is beautiful and deceitful"
Dawn came, blissful, as the early birds began to sing
the dew drops that fell on the grass, illuminated the plains
his heart was filled with tears of truth.


Details | Ballade | |

By the river, midst the trees

By the river, midst the trees

I sit here making movie shows
Of a gap between two trees
As the sun fills them with painted glow
To give them mystery
Sparkling like a million stars
The river flows so peaceful
And trees be painted every shade
As they grow so very tall.

Soft music, in the background, plays
Relaxed it be my fashion
As I watch trees give off a show
To stir my heart with passion
The sparkling river gives my eyes
A show to end all shows
Reflecting all the suns bright rays
To make my being glow.

Such harmony, and peace abounds
In this haven on the shores
Of the coloured Frankland river
That place that I adore
All who come to visit, here
Will take home memories
Of the beauty here in Nornalup
By the river, midst the trees


Details | Ballade | |

In the country

In the country

When I’m in the country
I feel so very grand
There’s something kind of magic
That takes me by the hand
I feel just like a mystic
When I’m gazing at the sea
Or sitting on a river bank
All loose and fancy free.

When I hear the bird song
In the early morning hours
Among the Karri forests
It gives me so much power
When I’m in the wetlands
It’s a feeling just as fine
It feels like I’m an emperor
The whole wide world is mine

When the sun is smiling
In the very early morn
And I’m walking through a forest
I feel like I’m reborn
I’m all of this, I’m everything
Every river, bird, and tree
All of everything I am
I am eternity.

14 March 2014 @ 1720hrs.



Details | Ballad | |

Silent times

Silent times

Sometimes, I really do not care
About anything at all
My mind goes kind of quiet then
My mode is kind of cool
And all I really want to do
Is sit here looking in
Forgetting all the world outside
Forgetting all the din

There’s a time to send ones energy
And circle it around
But then there comes a sacred time
When the harmony is found
Waiting there within the dark
To hold one cozily
A time to be in her soft clutch
And bask there happily.

Then when the muse has been recharged
It’s time to wander back
And let the words come pouring out
Cause just along the track
The wind, the flowers and dancing trees
Have replaced the mystery
So now the words they may flow free
With much more energy.


Details | Blank verse | |

Missing Trees

       Missing Forests

My forests are missing.  Can you help?
I put them to bed last night
When I awoke my trees were not there
Concrete filled in the place where they had been
Surely I’ll cry if they’re not returned
Perhaps they burned….to death
Did someone cap them?
Was it Christmas greed that took my trees?
Was it global warming or goblins without warning?
Whoever stole them put them back!
To their natural state
Or I will call you nasty names
And simply have to wait


Details | Ballade | |

Walking in the bush lands

Walking In the bush lands.

I’m walking in the bush lands
At the back of where I live
I’ve got my old dog by my side
These walks, such joy they give.
I was going to walk down to the lake
That’s about an hour away
But then I saw the sky was cloudy
And looking very grey.

So I says to my dog Sherry
“Old pal, we’re turning back”
So we turned our backs and walked back home
Through that sandy old bush track.
It was then I heard the bushes move
And I saw two Kangaroos
They looked at me, and my dog sherry
 And they seemed quite confused.

They crashed into the bush lands
But their curiosity
It made them stop just down the track
And stare at the dog, and me.
Old Sherry went to chase them off
But I told her sternly “No”
And so the roos they turned about
And off the pair did go

But Lord it gave me heaps of joy
To know that these grand beasts
Are still around the place I live
For a little while at least
But soon lord progress will catch up
And all these beasts will die
This is what we humans do
It makes me want to cry


Details | Rhyme | |

On the Planting of Trees

ON THE PLANTING OF TREES

The Chinese say to keep a green tree in your heart
and perhaps a singing bird will come.
Stretching fingertips to the starry skies above,
trees are perhaps silent, but they are far from dumb.

Reaching, praying, whispering in glorious exchange
with their mobile short-sighted human kin,
Trees sweeten our air by taking in what we exhale,
rewarding us with their breath, which we breathe in.

The storms of life make trees take deeper roots,
they have answers for any question a man seeks
they are witness to every change that occurs around them,
And so are the best possible kind of antiques.

To see trees dancing with the moon, framing bursts of stars,
we are gifted with their tender, rugged celebration,
a rooted chorus line holding the power of the universe,
every human beings chance to participate in creation.

Trees are beautiful in their peace; they are wise in their silence.
They will stand here long after we are all gone on to dust.
Beauty will have been added to this corner of the world
that to our children and grandchildren we will entrust.

There is much we can learn from the trees in our lives,
they are as grounded as it is possible to be,
yet they continuously strive to to touch the heavens above,
and without effort they remain uninhibited and free.

Trees are our most intimate contact with nature,
without artifice, never guarded, never coy.
A society grows great when old men plant trees
whose shade they know they shall never enjoy.

Blistering acts of making new life are often held in reserve
for gods in heavens above, or lowly poets in their hovel,
But today we can all partake in the creation of life
With little more than light, love, and a shovel.

So we travel through time when we plant a tree,
Regardless of the why, the where and the how.
The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago.
And yet the next best time is right now.


Details | Quatrain | |

The tigress' mark

She prowls the night
with clenched jaw and pride,
nothing able to smite
her remorseless stride.

The ominous reflection of moon 
shines forth from devouring eyes
of a nocturnal beauty spun on the loom
of the Creator's bid and sighs.

Grace moves her every limb
and she precedes an enraged scream
caused by ruins of a forest now grim
and held alive by all but one stream.

Her claws prophesy of vengeance 
though her heart yearns for reconciliation.
Yet now there would be no leniency 
for a soul's annihilation. 

Now on journeys through lush valleys and ashes
she will embark
until all that remains after furious thrashes
will be the tigress' mark.


Details | Quatrain | |

Beauty In Imperfection

The rugged bark of an old tree
with imperfection due to its cracks
is a wondrous thing of beauty
and it's the imperfection that attracts

We know that a star-shaped flower 
does not make a perfect star
Yet it has a certain loveliness
that induces a sense of wonder

A hand-crafted ceramic bowl
because of its asymmetry
is a wonderful artefact
that is valued very highly

An old-time cobblestone street
has a unique charm and quaintness
due to its imprecise pattern
that gives it its loveliness

Perfection is not easy to attain
and even more difficult to sustain
Beauty lies in Imperfection
and they are a natural combination



Details | Ballade | |

The symphony of dawn

The symphony of dawn

Have you ever had a day?
When filled with energy
Your mind just wants to spread delight
And your heart is filled with glee
When your happiness just touches folk
Cause, they can see you glow
Have you ever felt a time?
When only love can flow.

Have you ever had a day?
When the whole world seems to glow
Have you ever watched the dawn?
Or watched the morning show
Have you sat there near a fountain?
And heard the magic sound
As it bubbles out its crystal song
And fills the air around.

Have you watched the morning breeze?
On a soft, sweet summers day
As all the many branches dance
In a lovely kind of way
The sun lends them so many colors
At the hazy birth of morn
Have you felt that morning feeling?
It’s the symphony of dawn.

16 September 2013 @ 1209hrs.

 


Details | Verse | |

The Tree of Health

My friend, one hundred years you’ve stood
With outstretched arms in Ashbury Wood;
Expecting little, giving much,
I wish that man would be as such.

The home of squirrel, insect, bird,
Ever watchful, all things heard,
A sentient being just like me,
(Though many here would not agree).

Reliable through every season,
You draw me here for many a reason.
You welcome me when I am down
And weary with the weight of town.

Absorbing negativity,
You radiate tranquillity
To those who would accept your boon :
Arrive depressed – leave with a tune.

Like CO2, you take our pain,
Convert it, so we breathe again
With health and happiness to share,
Now full of life and free from care.


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 | Sonnet | |

Last night I dreamt

Last night I dreamt
Of mountain trees that ail
The needle rusted red
For beetle bark has ate

For global warming so
Causing the trees to dry
Rising in altitude though
There’s little room beyond

So pine beetles devour 
Create their home in trees
While slicing lives for hour 
Thus only stumps appear

Foreshadow mountain after years
All trees are gone and hill side bare


Details | Ode | |

Ode to an Arborculturalist

Why that no good little birch
I think I alder leaf her
My aspens in the dirt
Don’t you know I’m not that poplar
I damn near choked on a little oak
And though I tried I am not maple 
Now the branches are all broke 
and the limbs are so unstable
 
I could go against the grain
But I’d hate to needle yew  
So I guess I’ll cedar later 
And bough out fir the one that’s true
  
Can’t see the forest for the trees 
Can’t tell just when the root will rot 
You know I think its elm diseased 
And I can do with out the knots 
Well now it’s really got me stumped  
Just when I should have sawed right through it  
And it’s too late to pack my trunk 
Or perhaps I just out grew it
 
I could go against the grain
But I’d hate to needle yew  
So I guess I’ll cedar later 
And bough out fir the one that’s true
 
Some trees grow up in a grove
Others make a stand alone
But there ain’t no peach with out a pit 
And there ain’t no pine with out a cone 

I’m sure the heart wood ain’t no good
So I won’t go out on a limb 
But when a tree is being felled 
I wish that someone would cry timber
I just don’t think that I’ll ever see 
A poem lovely as a tree 
So I won’t Beech and I won’t Pine 
I’ll just remind you one more time 

I could go against the grain
But I’d hate to needle yew  
So I guess I’ll cedar later  
If you were sap then you’d run too


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku 33


                                                       giant sycamore
                                             branches reaching to heaven --
                                                        a shady haven


          2/19/2013


Details | Ballade | |

I love it all

I love it all

I love this sense of mystery
That’s everywhere around
I love the sweetness, and the joy
That ever can be found
In this world of nature
As the birds, they sing their songs
It’s in this world of mystery
That I really do belong.

I love to watch those dancing trees
As they’re captured by the breeze
I love to walk on green, green grass
My life has so much ease
When I dance with nature
And let it take my hand
I love the wonder of each day
It feels so very grand.

I love it when the morn is born
And the sky is filled with light
I love to watch that sun come up
It’s such a wondrous sight
And every time the day does end
That silence in the air!!!
I love it all, oh, yes I do
Such joy is everywhere.

21 March 2014 @ 0630hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Old Tree

The old tree sags beside the lake
initials curved into its thick trunk
all written there for love's sake
children from school here do bunk

Now near its final end
its branches wither-ring
for itself left to fend
its soul now ascending

written by Shadow 

motif nature

new poem written 03/18/2014

contest impress me with a small poem


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku 11 - butterflies, dragonfly, old tree

gossamer wings pulsating in the air butterflies in flight a dragonfly skimming the water's surface taking a drink rugged and gnarled the bark of an old tree home to many insects


Details | Free verse | |

Tree In A Forest

 I'm in a crowded place.  

 Others brush my limbs. 

 We look so much the same. 

 I easily fit in. 

 No one knows my name. 

 I am one of them. 

 Firry and firm. 

 A little junk in the trunk. 

 Wispy and thin, 

 I blow with the breeze. 

 I'm a little shady, 

 but stay if you please 

 as long as you'd like. 

 I've no teeth to bite. 

 If you come closer I won't walk away. 

 I've no legs to go. 

 I'm here every day. 

 The great outdoors is where I sleep. 

 They're all I've known. 

 My roots are deep. 

 This crowded forest is my home.


 By: Juliet Ligon
 Motif: Nature


Details | Haiku | |

Trees of the Dead

Beauty even dead
Still guiding souls to the void
A beauty with death


Details | Haiku | |

About those boys

~Contextual Tale~


Five days endurance
Trek in wild animal kingdom.
They 're group of boys.




For:) Charles Henderson's contest


Details | Rhyme | |

Wonderful Trees

Wonderful things are trees 
waving about in the breeze 
showing off their color and light
what a beautiful sight
Protecting the birds that live high above 
helping the Earth, protecting from flood 
Whether mighty oak or tender sapling grow 
it is up to us and our children to sow 
A tree is like eternity, reaching for the sky 
It can be there when we are born 
and there when we die. 
From weeping willow to tallest pine 
all the wonderful woods and forests are mine


Details | Sonnet | |

A Stone In The Cold - 5 Runner Up

The hunter hunted; the past comes stalking,
breath now visible, I quicken my pace,
dusk has fallen, nature is now talking,
autumn's chill causes my heart to race.

My eyes scan dense forest from left to right,
I stop, gain my footing in the thicket,
only branch and crimson leaves in my sight,
owls call out, and prey upon the cricket.

Voices seem to speak from the babbling brook,
cold stones, worn smooth, waters of countless days,
eyes are everywhere, yet nowhere I look,
something is near, I cannot get away.

Struggling, my arrow kept at the ready,
my once stealthy hand, is now unsteady.





This was my original entry for Debbie Guzzi's contest - "A Crown of Sonnets"

(This is also the first sonnet that I had ever written.)



Details | Verse | |

The Tree and I

The Tree and I 

I met a tree today while walking under cloud ridden skies.  She was a young oak past her sapling age.  Her bare branches, still in winters hold, stood stark against an evergreen backdrop.  I felt her loneliness seep into my being, so I slipped over and gave her a hug.  I whispered to her, “I know lonely too”, and heard an audible sigh within her wind swept branches.

a young oak
stands bare in winter's keeping---
brown carpeted ground


After a length of time, undetermined, I slid to the ground and leaned against her trunk.  I was content to keep her company for a short time on such a dreary day. Nowhere else did I need to be.  No one else did I need to see. So, I leaned my head gently against her rough bark and as we both shared a quiet moment of contemplations. 

a woman sits
at the base of a tree---
cloud laden sky

Eventually I felt the cold and damp seeping into my skin and I shivered. The young oak felt this and spoke to the breeze in her highest limbs. She asked it to blow the clouds from the face of the sun so that we could both enjoy the warm rays… and so it was that we were both sun kissed on this early morning day. 

clouds drift
away from the sun---
a girl smiles

This soon became a daily ritual, loneliness drifting away with each visit. She listened to me, as I listened to her, and time flew more quickly by.  Spring arrived before we knew it as the young oak beamed with her new buds. It seemed our visits now became less lonely, filled as we were with the awakening of Mother Earth. 

new buds
on a young oak---
birds singing

I shared with her and her with me, throughout the winter’s days. We laughed together and wept together during the longest of lackluster days.  A friendship formed of kindred spirits that helped chase the blues away.  With spring’s awakening, our confidence gaining, we rejoice in the birth of each new day.    

green grass
returns to the lawn---
daffodils bloom



All Rights Reserved @ Debra Squyres 2013
Form:  haibun  (mixture of prose and haiku)


Details | Burlesque | |

Me and The tree

I look at this tree-
which quite frankly reminds me of me.
Strong, firm, flows so beautifully.

My moods are like the leaves-
forever changing so colorfully. 
At times my hearts feels  like, after the coldest winter for a tree .
and it takes timefor me to rebuild my beauty.
It can flow as gently as the leaves...
during a strong summer's breeze.

With the nuturing care of God's hands and his air,
I survive with all the obstacles God gives...
I'm strong and firm, my skins like bark it relives.
But... their is one thing that is different;
between me and tree.
and that's the tree is guaranteed to out live me.  


Details | I do not know? | |

No More Dams for Hot Air

there’s a great lake 
where pristine forest meets the shore
and water rushes through turbines
	at the base of the dam
		that drowned the trees
			in a rising tide of electricity

trees that exhale oxygen        no more

there’s a fire box
that relies on teeth of a chainsaw
to feed it’s hungry maw
	to fire up it’s belly
		with pieces of carcasses
			from sacrificial trees

that inhale carbon dioxide        no more

then there’s the town’s folk
who stay warm while they snore
behind their closed door
	in their artificial environments
		away from the trees
			from nature’s harsh realities

converting oxygen into carbon dioxide        for evermore


Details | Blank verse | |

The Cedar Tree

The cedar towered above the shingled roof,
Its tapered branches hiding squirrels and birds
until the day when Hugo swept the hills
uprooting poplars, whipping wind-wilted
leaves against the parlor window.
The cedar fell, its prodigious bulk
flattened against the sodden earth.
For years it lay along the gravel drive.
The neighbor though we ought to cut
the cedar into pieces--use the oval slabs
for stepping stones or perhaps for firewood.
The gard'ner groaned and said it was a nuisance.
One summer day we thought to drag it off
to slice away the limbs, the falling needles.
But the honeysuckle had wound around the trunk
as if to say how much it was not in the way.
A chameleon slithered, dark against the trunk,
a ground sparrow squawked and fluttered in alarm
while chipmunks hurried to guard a nut-filled hole.
We put the chain-saw in the shed
and planted flowers in the tangled roots.
A cedar tree, after all, is indestructible...


Details | Haiku | |

Skeleton Tree

"Skeleton Tree" withered branches wane buried bones beneath tree trunk mummified death chant. legends lifeless limbs haunted hurricane swallowed breath of bloom denied. whispered memories hidden skeletal remains infest tainted tree. brittle branches bough parched to perish in black dust screams in effigy.
*For Nathan's Skeleton Tree Contest. *Written by: Linda-Marie The "Sweetheart" of P.S.


Details | Ballade | |

Whilst in the country

Whilst in the country

Sometimes whilst in the country
I’m feeling really great
As the breeze it rustles through the trees
And in me does create
Words that come out soft and sweet
As I’m wishing I lived there
Yet all around are countless folk
With faces filled with care

They’re just like all those city folk
But they have no excuse
Bricks and concrete all around
Is an awful kind of  noose !
But in the country, boy, oh boy
How can folk be so glum?
How can they walk around like this?
With all their feelings numb.

To walk around and feel real grand
Is the way I like to be
I love to laugh, and dance through life
Though I am seventy
But if I lived out in the country
Sixty, I’d be again
Cause country life would make me feel
Like a fish, on a day of rain.

2 August 2013 @ 1655hrs.





Details | Light Poetry | |

The Mountain Vista

Mountain ranges all blurry
peeking through the mist
The sun is still rising
as it does the mist disperses

Showing us crevasses
faint wandering paths
near to steep ravines
trees dotted around

A quiet magical time
follows the dawn
deer appear to drink
the eagle swoops

Every where a surprise
snowdrops nestling
in a patch of snow
startling in their beauty

Loud raucous sounds
from the nesting crows
splendid ancient trees
by the winding path

High up is the summit
we toil to reach it
resting awhile to drink
in our surrounds

At last we are there
and it was worth it
at our feet valleys
full of wild flowers

All around pure magic
the vista so fresh
its images so sharp
here is an unspoilt place


Details | Lyric | |

The Hackberry

There stands a tree whose climb I've shared,
Thereby, stacking hours, we'd fill our day.
Where boyhood dreams oft were pared,
While observing others passing our way.

This tree is huge, and through time's flow,
Climbers have been more than its share.
Beyond downward branches we would not go,
Unless responding to some friend's dare.

In youth, one of our grandest trees,
At last gasp, growth appeared the same.
Now, no foliage to greet spring's breeze,
It stands, unable to escape time's claim.
























Details | Quatern | |

A Carpenter's Lament

         A Carpenter’s Lament

Oh wood, from sapling to a mighty oak
That earth would bring you to the fore
You fall unwilling to the woodman’s stroke
And then my hands submit you to the saw

Where once those soaring boughs reached to the sky
And creatures of the forest sought to rest
Lovers carved their names with passions sigh
The wind, a force, to put your strength to test

Caressed in hands, deftest with a tool
Your majesty is slowly stripped away
Into a chair, a table, seems so cruel
For our comfort that’s the price you pay

Though be the fashioned piece of great beauty
It be your former life, remains supreme to me

Richard D Seal.
Written 24 Dec 2013
For Nette Onclaud Contest
‘With These Hands’
Inspired by Visual 3


Details | Ballade | |

To stand among the trees

To stand among the trees

Today, I stand among the trees
That grow here all around
And hear the mystic symphony
As the breeze in whispered sound
Rustles leaves so tenderly
On a silent sun filled morn
I melt within its mystery
As another day is born.

There’s something about a tree filled space
That calls on out to me
In each tree, and every shrub
There’s so much energy
From every shade of velvet green
There comes such wondrous power 
That teaches me to still my mind
And helps my soul to flower.

Sun shines down from a clear blue sky
But it don’t shine on me
For I am shaded from its glare
Neath a pomegranate tree
I don’t know really what it is
That gives me so much power
As I stand amidst a clump of trees
And nature helps me flower.

26 November 2013 @ 1220hrs.


Details | Ballade | |

Black Cockatoos, and rain

Black Cockatoos, and rain.

It’s a dance,  a wondrous dance
A story of delight
A show of so much magnitude
As the sun is shining bright
The trees be dancing on the wind
As big black birds fly high
And screech unto the power of God
As the morning passes by.

These cockatoos they fly on over
Such drama in their flight
This multitude of screaming birds
They give me such delight
They land upon the Banksia trees
And start their flurried feed
Tearing branches as they go
They’re a destructive breed

As the, morning dance goes on
I’m filled with mystery
In this world where I live in
It’s such a joy to me
As crazy birds make such a din
And the rains they come again
This be the early morning song
These black birds, and the rain.

16 May 2014 @ 1012hrs.


Details | Sonnet | |

Lilac Colored Butterflies

Flying from the deep blue sky up above Lilac colored butterflies come evolve Encircling me and my delighted trees There's no greater beauty than what you see All have brightened at the sight of nature I don’t think that there’s a better answer Trees alight to the wonderment therein Delightful presence as breeze on the skin The cloudless sky keeps firm its blue color And the grass holds its ground, we all want more The birds take flight into the bright cool air Shadows of them skirt the floor everywhere Nature, a wondrous sight each time you see You just have to get out to find it’s free
Russell Sivey


Details | Rispetto | |

Cherry Tree Butterflies

There was a cherry tree on our property Usually there would be butterflies in it The beautiful large red ones full of glory They flutter around just for my benefit They move so quietly up around the sky Sometimes they fly so very high, way up high Their proudest moments has to be in the tree Here motions are shown quickly, so very free
Russell Sivey


Details | Rhyme | |

Petals In The Wind

 
Petals in the wind
Gusting through the trees
Landing in the grasses
Mid the flowers and the bees

Petals in the wind
Dancing all around
Flitting through the belfry
Far above the distant ground

Petals in the wind
Petals in my hair
Somersaults and backflips
Filling up the scented air

Petals in the wind
Petals on the sand
Petals shifting, changing
Forming patterns that are grand

January 15, 2013
By Isaiah Zerbst


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Planting a Tree

What can a man do

To plant a seed in the ground

So strong a tree grows


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Where The Wind Blows

You shelter me from the Autumn sunlight You’re a mighty oak of tranquility Peacefulness expounds from your colored leaves The feel of Autumn is seen tenderly Through this awesome oak I hold my head high Where the wind blows your leaves move on along Supremacy runs through its hardened veins Where the wind blows nothing seems to be wrong Within the air are red and orange leaves Enhanced colors bring pleasurable days The sky is in a mauve great expression Lending right to the breeze a lovely haze The air moves across the oak tree swaying Seeming to just play with the sky above This breeze enlightens from where the wind blows The wind gives the tree an almighty shove In bewilderment I watch the leaves move Right along across the yard before me They tumble on top of one another It is where the wind blows that makes me free
Russell Sivey Contest: Where The Wind Blows Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle 5/16/2013


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Naked, Shivering

there… solitary
on the street corner she stands
naked, shivering
~*~

Note:  Sorry, but there's no mystery here.  There is a little oak tree on the street corner (I've taken photos of her since her leaves began to change colors).  Then two days ago after a long, cold rain, all her leaves were gone!


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 | Ballad | |

Those blessed wetland trails

Those blessed wetland trails.

The sun is shining lazily
The sky is azure blue
As green leaves dance with the morning breeze
The birds be singing too
They sing a serenade of bliss
And peace is all around
As all along these wetland trails
Blue lupins can be found.

The perfume heavy in the air
It speaks of wild geraniums
The young ferns looking soft and green
And all those tall wild gums
Give out a rather pungent scent
A smell I've learned to love
As parrots screech in blissfull joy
In those trees there high above.

The lake, she glimmers neath the sun
As the ducks give lazy quacks
My feet scrape on the sand and gravel
As I stroll along this track.
Trees all gnarled and and twisted
Form a tunnel just for me
Oh I could write forever
But for now, I'll leave it be.


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Under A Tree

Under a tree the leaves fall
Around a dark blue the tree is tall
Upon the tree the truth falls
Into a dark lake beyond the darkness
But the truth will rise and be strong 
When you see the light within the tree
You will see the light is the way to go and
Leave the dark path alone 

A poem from my 12 year old son


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Hold your chess and say I am blessed

Do not doubt who you 
are or who you can be.  
With in us all, 
their is a light that 
shines with effulgence. 
In our heart it shines. 
In our mind it shines.
A chunk of the sun 
embedded in our core. 

We have been fueled with
 the lions ambition.
Chasing the prey. 
Chasing dreams until the end. 
We have been fueled
 for the finest hours. 
Recognize those powers. 
These powers
 forever remain ours. 

We are the reason the sun shines. 
We are the reason the flower blooms.
We are the reason the tree never falls.
A message in every creation. 

The sun shines to show us 
how bright we can be.
The flowers blooms to show 
us how beautiful we can be. 
The tree never falls to show 
us how strong we can be.

All of this we can be. 
If we rise our self with the sun. 
Leave not your dreams and 
aspirations undone. 
Understand it to be beneficial 
in the long run.

Make life sweeter than a 
ton of sally-lunn ,sally-lunn. 
Out run the doubt until you have won. 
Understand that you are some one,
fit to run upon the sun and clouds.
Reach above and pick heavens flowers. 
So high up in the sky, gazing into 
the eyes of success. 
Hold your chess and say I am blessed. 
Your surroundings you impress.

Suppress, suppress and undress 
those doubtful thoughts.
Progress not digress, express
that light you possess.
Let success be your address. 

This I profess because once 
my light was put to the test. 
A light I lost in doubt. 
It was repossessed because
now I know I am truly blessed.
Do not doubt your self,
within all of us a light 
shines with effulgence.


By:Elliott Bowe
Definition for sally lunn:
a flat round sweet teacake usually served hot.
Enjoy: )


Details | Etheree | |

A White Shadow

A White Shadow (Double Reverse Etheree)

The shadows of the forest beckoning
I wander down under ancient trees
that stately stand guarding all
cloaking the hidden secrets
from eyesight in the gloom
hearing a rustle
high in the trees 
there perched
you sit
still
not
moving
a statue
until to wing
you swoop through the trees
not a sound do you make
a white shadow in the dark
you land nearby, your hoot rings out
another hoot in the distance
answering you fly off to join your mate

~ ~ ~ ~ ~



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Tree

Tree,
whose bony fingers
stretched above gloved branches,
you danced in the sunlight,
elegantly bowing
for scampering squirrels
and gifts of birdhouse rings.

Tree,
whose springtime blossoms
scattered petals
for make-believe weddings,
you caught up children
and hugged them tightly
in games of hide and seek.

Tree,
I run my fingers
along your weeping scars
where Earth’s fury tore
your hand from mine.
Splintered memories,
I have less air to breath.


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


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In this world so perfectly

In this world so perfectly

A small child laughs, a baby cries
As flowers touch the sun
A small bird sings a song of joy
Cause he knows that dawn’s begun
What hazy shades of bliss this be
As all, it feels like one.

A rabbit frolics on the lawn
As parrots in the trees
Give out their shrieks of pure delight
As dancing on the breeze
The trees fill me with mystic magic
And give my heart such ease.

It’s not the same as yesterday
When I never saw those things
My heart, it now is open wide
And sweetness to me brings.

The fountain burbles in delight
My heart just sings a song
I love the whole wide world today
I feel that I belong
To this world so perfectly
Where nothing’s right or wrong.

12 March 2014 @ 1513hrs.


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Purple Majesty

Purple majesty, the proudest tree here Looking powerful, like one that sure cares Ideally pronounced, the best tree around Expressively warm, a heartwarming sound The other trees in the grove don’t carry The love that is needed for royalty The desire for tenderness so heartfelt Is missing from the others in the belt Together they are united as one Even the purple tree’s beauty beacon It holds the power of the small clearing The heartbeat of the grove is endearing The mighty tree brings a towering soul Aligns all the trees making them all whole
Russell Sivey


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The last tree

A pretty oak  sits outside my window pane in the snow and in the rain 
Covered with life, outside the balcony fifty steps away 
Decorating the tree with  flashes of red, black, grey,  yellow and white, 
are his friends the cardinals , squirrels , chickadees and the tufted titmice
 They sing , chirp, and  chatter in harmony of song 
As the seasons pass, we live  thru heat, drought , cold and  rain all year long
 I keep my feeder close at hand and watch as they load up in waves of two and three 
 to make their run at the seeds and grain 
The leaves are green now and vibrant with life, in the fall the acorns grow and my tree stands tall 
At winter they covet  the warmth and provide a shelter for the thick furred grey squirrels
 A lovely little hole in the crook of the branch big enough for two to snuggle and borough 
They race down these pathways in the sky, playful as skilled acrobats
October mornings  the leaves are falling , making noisy whispering sounds
the first rays of  sun turn frost into a million twinkling stars on the ground 
 The two winged take refuge in their nest , built carefully for warmth and rest 
To nurse  and raise their young , making them fit for another generation of  the best
The seasons flow as a quiet pond and like our beautiful  life 
 everything is real with very  little strife
 Among the colorful citizens of  this merry place I give life in equal exchange
for joy and a chance To sit and watch my friends as I grow old and enjoy life in the sun 
But life  changes,  very unfair , and I am denied my playground in the sky
one day some men came and cut all the beauty down 
Now its gone all butchered and bare nothing left but a big hole in the ground 


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Through that door

Through that door

As the Sun crashed through my window
As the birds awoke the dawn
My mind made new by daybreak
It became the day reborn.
And a whisper stirred within me
From my heart arose these words
“Go through that door to the other side
Then you’ll  “hear” these blessed birds”.

And those trees did softly rustle 
In the early morning breeze.
And I became the morning 
and the breeze that moved these trees
And the whisper softly told me 
As the dawn it beckoned me
“Go through that door to the other side
Then you’ll dance just like those trees”.

Through that door, through that door
Go through that door beyond.
Just keep on moving to the other side
Let the shadows all be gone.

That door seemed so elusive
When I sought it with my mind
Then the whisper seemed to tell me
Just leave your mind behind
Then I felt the sweetest music
As the trees they shone so bright
And as I wandered through that door
I felt such sweet delight




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Cherry Blossoms Jamboree

Cherry blossoms bloom; the townspeople sing, laugh, dance: hope springs eternal.


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Trees



I sit by my window
And watch the trees glow
They are lovely to my sight!
I can't ask for more despite.

I behold their leaves; they seem to reach
Something upward; a beseech
For blessings of sunshine and rains
Like praying hands of fettered pains.


(Info about the poem : From ancient wisdom, TREES are symbols of physical 
and spiritual nourishment, transformation and liberation, sustenance, spiritual 
growth, union and fertility)






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My Neighbor's Tree

In the yard across the way there stands a young delightful maple tree. 
Oh in the hot summer......when the hot breeze blows, I watch it as it sway it's green whipfull 
leaves, blowing with the breeze to an ultimate degree.  
If the spring winds are harsh then it bends it's limbs limberly over toward the ground. 
When the winds are mild it just waves it's branches to me cheerfully. 
As if it's waving to say. "The weather is fair today."  
The ground around it, uprooted, uneaven and even rather bumpy and clumpy. 
The condeming of the burnt house that near it once stood, as it left its broad scars upon the 
scortched land. 
It now leans a bit away from where the house once stood, as it seemed to cry when that 
house burt that day some years ago, but it lingers growing still strong and tall today.  
It has not yet lost it's leaves, even with the strongest evil breeze this year.
It still grasps it's leaves tight to it's branches
For it is now February and still holds its many crisp brown leaves.  
Why have they not fallen off, as all the other trees?  
It is much stronger and laughs at the winter saying." You are not harsh enough for me."  
The snow rests on its branches today as the cold winds blow. It seems so odd to see a tree 
with leaves covered in snow.
But the white blanket of snow rests snuggly upon the leaves, as it does to its strong 
branches.  

This tree, it is my nearby friend when I am alone,  as I gaze over the lawn at it from my 
window.  
Yes, it even in the strongest cold breeze, sometimes waves at me..... but still now nare a 
leaf has fallen to the ground from its many limbs.   
It seems to me so strange and odd the leaves have not yet fallen.  
Even in that, as a close friend would, gives me challenge to wander,  why?


Linda Terrell
February 15, 2010

This is a fiction story but  I do have this unusual tree in my neighbors yard.  
It holds tightly to it's own dry brown crisp leaves still in the dead of winter.


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Insignificant

I've found true love within our nature now;
For only when one sees how small he is, 
How insignificant to the big man; 
Can one feel empathy for trees or fish.
To the flower a tree is strong; sturdy; 
Through the current, a fish is powerful; 
Yet man destroys both with ease; remorseless. 
And thus man then also destroys himself;
Raping and pillaging his own life source; 
Encasing his survival behind glass.
And so too, do the huge corporations; 
Suffocating that which keeps them afloat; 
Enslaving the very souls of our youth; 
Bastardizing natural compassion
And degrading our very innocence.
In a world of who has the bigger stick, 
I'm just the trout at the end of the pole.


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The Birds and The Breeze




the seed carriers nature's tree planters at work the birds and the breeze


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Little birdie in a tree

Little birdie in a tree

Little birdie in a tree
Singing your song just for me
Oh how wonderful you be
Filling me with mystery                                                                                                                                                            

You have no worries, have no care
Though danger it lies everywhere
A hawk flies over, off you flee
But soon you’re back here in this tree.

The human race could learn from you
Cause worry, worry’s, all they do
About the past, tomorrow too
They get themselves in such a stew.

Sweet little bird, I love your song
It’s in your world I do belong
With no tomorrows, just today
I always like to live this way.

15 February 2014 @ 1340hrs.









Details | Ballade | |

Dawn in Pemberton


Dawn in Pemberton

It’s dawn, down here in Pemberton
The sky be thick with clouds
There is no sign of life round here
So far from frantic crowds
And all the hustle, bustle
  And the awful city din
This forest in the morning
Only silence does it bring.

Cicadas! do they ever stop?
They serenade the air
Non stop, though birds be silent
Can’t hear them anywhere
Refreshing misty rain floats down
Caressing my cool skin
As morning peace seeps into me
And thrills me deep within.

Those Jarrah trees, that all around
Stand tall like soldier men
They echo with the first bird’s call
And the music starts again
To herald in the brand new day
 Bringing in a summers morn
In the lovely tree filled forest land
Of this place called Pemberton. 


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The wonder of life

The wonder of life.

Life to me is oh, so wonderful
Though once I never saw this fact at all
Drinking, smoking hooch that’s all I knew
Oh, so glad I am, those days are through

I live right now my life so filled with joy
This kind of happiness naught could destroy
Each breath I take is special now, these days
Life has filled me with a wondrous haze

I watch the trees they dance outside my window
In the mornings how my life gives me a glow
As God she touches me with all her power
And deep within my soul there blooms a flower

Just life it be the only thing I need
My world is free from power, lust, and greed.

! July 2014 @1335hrs.


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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 | Sijo | |

What the Old Tree Grew

The old bent withered tree had weathered many storms.
At one point, a hollowing out began at its thickest part.
A specific shape took form; the old tree had grown a heart.



For Sijo contest by Rick Parise


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Natures Song

Have you ever stopped quietly just to listen?
Nature has an orchestra just waiting to be played.

A branch of a tree rub's against
a tree limb like the sound of the oboe
singing deep from within. 

There are birds, Frogs, and crickets to
add to the song.
And babbling brooks just flowing along.

The leaves under foot make a crunch
as you walk.  It's almost like
Nature is trying to talk.

The Night-in-gale sings her sad song
in the nest, then tucks all her babies
snug under her chest.

And just when you think all is quiet
and still, you hear a faint sound
coming over the hill.

You listen and wonder, what
sound could this be?
Its just the wind blowing and ruffling
the trees.

So next time your walking and
talking out loud.  Be quiet
stop moving and exit the crowd.

Just sit down be patient and quietly
stay, Its Natures sweet music Beginning
to play.






Details | Triolet | |

Array of Warm Hues

The sky an azure color, light in cast Puts its array of warm hues on a tree Tree’s beautiful in shape, surely will last The sky an azure color, light in cast Brings harmony as it shines with a blast The great tree surely isn’t quite lonely The sky an azure color, light in cast Puts its array of warm hues on a tree
Russell Sivey


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Uprooted

I used to rock my baby
‘Neath an overhanging tree
Which grew right by the river,
Just a block or two from me.

Its leafy boughs provided shade
To my most favorite bench,
A haven in the city
Where a new mom could entrench.

In recent years, those branches
Formed a bower where I’d rest,
To read or write a poem or two,
With breezes that caressed.

For more than thirty years, that tree
Has stood there like a friend.
I never ever thought I’d see
Its life abruptly end.

This morning, though, I passed that spot
And noticed too much sky.
The tree is gone, a fact my brain
Was dying to deny.

It isn’t worth it to protest;
The awful deed is done.
No more will strollers have a place
Of shelter from the sun.

But so much more than summer shade
This neighborhood has lost.
When roots are wrested from the ground,
To me, a line’s been crossed.


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A TREE IN WINTER

The tree stood stark and lonely,
All naked in the cold.
Her branches bare, her lovely leaves,
The breath of Winter stole.

In spite of all she stood yet proud,
Her branches raised to Heaven,
A silent prayer in her heart,
For Winter's sleep to lessen,

The pain she felt amid the cold,
The biting wind so cruel,
And please let not some human come,
And use her wood for fuel.

Then the winter queen looked down,
On Tree with sympathy,
And gave to her a lovely gown,
Of snow in symmetry.

Now the tree stands all adorned,
In glowing winter grandeur,
And all who see her stand in awe,
Of Tree in Winter's splendor.




Thanks to Phyllis Babcock for her poem "TREE" which inspired this one.


Details | Quatrain | |

Dancing Trees



Rocking and swaying in the breeze Tree branches are dancing with glee Such playful action of the trees So joyous, unfettered and free Leaves are all rustling and sighing With a sound like waves of the sea Like a crescendo that rising And then subsiding gradually Leaves that fell to the grass below Perform their dancing in the air The breeze tosses them to and fro Making the show a grand affair The sun is shining in the sky Bathing everything in its light I'm feeling such a glorious high Gazing at this beautiful sight


Details | Sonnet | |

Influence of a Mighty Tree

How many people want to hug a tree Majestic and high, tree loves all you see Trunk of the base is simply way too large Too huge to hold onto, that’s the main charge Looking up we see the sky it clutches Crystal blue with chilling breath it touches Fog enhances the life of the old tree We all desire to be released and free Our emotions flows here and finds real peace We find rows of life within each grand crease Frigid air surrounds our warm beating hearts Tree is the master, one that’s off the charts Reflected in water is the tree’s might What power it has with its awesome height
Russell Sivey Contest: All About Trees (old/new) poem Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A 7/6/2013


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The Ancient Tree

The ancient tree stood in the clearing

majestic in its full leafed beauty 

its old branches reaching up to the sky 

roots stretching deep down into the earth 

what different things it had seen 

during the time it had stood 

witnessing many a battle 

even a murder or two 

the secrets it could tell 

Of the foolhardiness of mankind 

600 years it had stood sentry 

over all it surveyed 

now still majestic but slowly dying 

it would take all it knew to the grave

contest:all about trees    written  01/26/2011


Details | Haiku | |

A Flower on a Branch

A flower petal

Blossom on a long tree branch

With a bright color


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View from a Hill

Oh, I get such a lovely thrill
looking out from the top of a hill
The view is very heavenly
enchanting me with its beauty

Watching the clouds in the sky
I see them slowly drifting by
Some of them are white and fluffy
making me feel bright and cheery
Some are shaped like animals
A horse, a whale and other mammals

Looking down in the valley below
Trees are bathed with the sunshine's glow
Water in the stream that's flowing
is crystal clear and glistening

Yes, the view from the top of a hill
certainly gives me a lovely thrill



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Cherry Blossoms

Cherry blossoms

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







4/9/2013
Inspired by and enterd into: 
Black Eyed Susan's "1 Cherry Blossom Haiku" Contest 


Details | Ballade | |

Nannup night

Nannup Night

The rain has fallen heavily
The night feels so serene
Insect noises in the silence
Are heard, though choir’s unseen
In the mystic, magic darkness
I see those fading trees
Drops of rain caress my skin
As they ride upon the breeze.

I sit here on this cosy porch
As the velvet night grows deeper
Though TV murmurs droningly
The peace within does stir
With city life now left behind
Here in this sweet retreat
My silent soul, it whispers to me
And life seems so complete.

No yellow moon reflects the sun
And lights up velvet sky
No shadows cast by its soft glow
The dark night passes by
It be the touch of mystery
That rules this sombre night
And lets Lord darkness strut it’s stuff
Till morning sun shines bright.

2007.


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Haiku 10 - tree lizard puffing chest, fireflies dancing, buzzing bee

perched on the branch tree lizard puffs up its chest like a balloon dancing in the dark fireflies paint lines of light in exquisite designs a buzzing bee the sleeping dog awakens then bolts from the room


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Cherry Blossoms Bee

Cherry blossoms call, beckon nature's majesty-- and the humble bee.


Details | Lyric | |

God help the foolish

God help the foolish

Everywhere I go
The trees grow oh, so tall
The birds, they whistle cheerily
It’s all so wonderful
This world is filled with beauty
To feast the eyes upon
God help us all when all of this is gone.

Some folk worship money
They have no other view
Short sighted is the way they look
They never see what’s true
Destroying untold beauty
For the power of owning all
They are killing everything that’s beautiful

God help the foolish
They know not what they do
They bring down forests to the ground
God help those crazy few
Where will they get their oxygen
When all the trees are gone
God help them with their foolish carry on.

A world without the beauty
Of trees, and birds, and flowers
Would crush one’s soul so heavily
Why do they need this power?
Oh, what’s the good of money
If this is all there be?
This planet dies, as I watch helplessly.


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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 
Love
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 
………………………………..you 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

taste 
smell 
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 center...so 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


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Nature at Dusk

The sun reached a low point within the sky Creating skewed color schemes through the trees Grass becomes quite darker, I can’t deny Within the sunlight the highest plant sees It’s a dark purple where it does imply The approaching darkness is what achieves Only little light remained to now show Showing its last power, holds what we know Russell Sivey


Details | I do not know? | |

Autumn

A leaf breaks away
from the tree.
Swaying back and
forth until softly
hitting the ground.
Trees in front yards
and backyards with
vibrant colors of
yellows, oranges,
and reds filling the
neighbor hood around
us.
Watching many upon
many leafs being
blown past houses
until layering the
ground with splashes
of colors.
Yard after yard
filled with leafs.
Slowly tree by tree
start to become
bare.
The sounds of rakes
scratching against
the pavement
gathering every last
bit of color into a
pile.
Hearing the
crunching of the
leafs as they are
being gathered.
Watching people jump
into the piles and
watching the leaves
fly up and slowly
come to a halt. 
Trees are bare now.
Slowly the colors
are disappearing.
Bags begin to show
at the ends of drive
ways.
Until there is
nothing left.
Knowing deja vú will
be back again.


Details | I do not know? | |

Hope

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 | Ballade | |

The big black cokatoo

Big black Cockatoos

Weeeh!, weeeh! Weeeh!
The big black birds arrive
The biggest Cockatoo’s around
So wild, and so alive
They touch my heart like poetry
As they glide high in the air
I am stunned by all their majesty
As they come from everywhere.

Thirty, forty, fifty
I count, then I lose score
They fill the sky, these big black birds
So many times before
They have flown above my head
As they come both morn and night
And fill me up with blessed awe
As I wonder at their might.

They alight upon the trees
All filled with Banksia flowers
Then tear the trees to pieces
With the force of all their power
As I wonder at these mighty birds
And feel them touch my soul
I let all their magnificence
Join the dusk to make me whole.


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Evening lullaby

Oh hear thee well the music
It’s the Maggies lullaby
They’re warbling in that Banksia tree
As the day begins to die.
And their haunting goodnight serenade
Says goodbye to the day
As the Sun lies down to sleep the night away.

Just four weeks from our Spring
My heart feels so alive
As I’m sitting on my garden seat
It be an hour since five.
And as those maggies hush their song
The fountain carries on
She’ll still be heard when all be hushed and gone.

Six Buddha’s seem to sense the silence
There’s a certain kind of glow
As I melt into the evening time
And  swim within the flow.
And the evening says “it’s time to rest
Until the blessed morn
Now each must die, on the morrow be reborn”.

17 July 2004


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The Life of a Leaf

The wind never ceases its desperate ploy to remove me, 
Had I faltered or otherwise failed?
Curling I fought—the constant feel to fly freely, 
In collaboration with host—my tall tree.

In the scope of my vision, I watched as around me,
Losing struggle, and battle, and cause,
Others waved in decay, on each tree round the bay,
Clinging fast with vigorous resolve.

Over time and great space the cold rush did charge past,
Pushing green summer out with a chill,
Questioning why this event left ever so few,
Despite large crowded numbers in fall.

Green, orange, and yellow, now brown cracked and withered,
Flat dry veins on dead family friends,
Cut sharp from our ranks by cold wind and dry stems,
In a desperate permanent cull.

Birds witnessed our numbers through far less cloud cover,
Or shielded umbrellas for rain,
Twas the why that confounded had some rule been broken?
Stirring tsunamis of canopied woe.

The wings watched quite helpless as our count slowly dwindled, 
With effortless permanency,
Removed from the trees which had held back our reigns,
Ground cover we forever became.
 
In our world of great change mulch beds held no shame,
For all lest those raked from our ranks,
Seed, water, and heat, wind nares again beat,
As encouraged to rot—we survive.

Growing daily proud shadows, former hosts they now watch us, 
Observing without care or real fear,
For green stalk and crisp stem poised and growing within,
Spawn new life giving sap in the spring.
 
The life of a leaf is a lesson in seasons, 
Shortened life span of breaths of content,
Billion sunsets and rest in assurance this day,
That no humans dictate our providence.

Short term be our fate without shame in the end,
Permanent residence—Black Gold we become,
Rest now winter winds and let spring soon begin,
In a circle of life that’s our friend.

© Michael Wegman, 2014


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Natural Stump

Lifted from the soft ground is an old stump And moss covers the surface It holds great aroma Flowers enhance view They bring a wonderful smell A grandiose sound Exists near the stream nearby Stump transfixes all humans Dirt was flown about After tree fell years ago Nature took over
Contest: Three Verses Sponsor: Constance La France 6/6/2013


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My soul knows where the Kindah tree grows

My soul knows where the Kindah tree grows
And I would be there now
From the white mounds of ice, where it snows
Daily, and sunset glow
Is hidden beneath the gloomy brow of skies
I long to hear the lute
And watch children dance like bright fireflies
Eat Otaheite fruit
I know the sudden presence of happy May 
Testing my innocence
But the Kindah tree grows very far away
And the flakes fall in silence.


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The Tree

                     The Tree

Tree came about before me as I grew in and with it
Squirrels had to go so I kicked them from their hole
They left their nesting which became my twigs for resting 
I grew in and with the tree, in that hole provided me
And slept while tree kept growing
In that tree that comforted me through adolescence
With no education or reference
 I could not say with certainty
Was it oak or birch or maple?
As I grew older I climbed to the very top
It had green pointy things that smelled of pine
How I knew, I could not tell you, I simply surmised such things 
I grew in and with the tree that knew me well
Sun filled it with photosynthesis to let it breath
I did not become the tree
The tree did not become me
I simply grew with it and under branches
In that hole carved out of wood I took my chances
With tender leaves or pine needles if you please
And took a solid look on my existence  
Through that hole reality provided me
Pine needles fragrance fills the air
With a little touch of rain, we drank it in together
I grew in and with it, that is, my tree and me


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Birds

singing birds
early in the morn sounds
trees hold 


Details | Sonnet | |

Two voices

Two voices

As golden daises there, I see
The morning sun so lazily
Shines down upon some sleepy trees
As they dance upon the breeze

Joni Mitchell on the set
She sings a song I can’t forget
Both sides now I hear her sing
Such joy the morning she does bring

Willy Wagtail sings along
With Joni, as two voices strong
Do reach into the heart of me
Enhancing morning mystery

I sit here, greet the morning in
As the new day does begin.

15 August 2014 @ 0913hrs.



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A Tree

Where comes a tree?
a seed planted deep
into the ground of earth
from which it does leap

This then produces wood
grows many metres tall
with branches sprung out
in time its leaves do fall

The paper you write upon
is made from this wood
what would you do?
a pen alone is no good 

So next time you write
think on all of this
that little seed planted
brings you poetic bliss

poetgord@2013


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In the Frozen Air

The cold air reaches the frigid bottom Freezing the hillside completely on through There’s nothing that you can do to stop it So frozen the trees start to snap in two Ice forms on many trees that are intact So cold the trees look so poor and distraught Landscape is so littered with snowy trees They look as if they’re frozen a whole lot There’s risk that they could fall at any time On a hillside that sure isn’t good news An avalanche could form from its falling Rolling down into town and right on through It’s so cold there’s a chance this could happen Trees have fallen with little more than this I would take heed and go around this hill And wait until this cold snap surely lifts
Russell Sivey


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Nightfire

Azure skies are soundly sleeping.
Night blooms on in retrospect.
In the silence trees are weeping;
bending sadly with regret.

All their blazing glory's muted.
yet they'll proudly rise again.
For this chill of dark well suited.
Sun last seen was not in vain.

While the storms and gales surround
Nothing's greener than what's falling.
In the distance a frozen sound.
Bitter winds are far off calling.

Yet as the night fires turn to ashes
dawn awakes and rears it's head.
Sparks of color come in flashes.
Cloaks of black are quickly shed.


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Galah tree

Galah Tree

I heard the squawking screeching, shrieking
Oh, the sound was deafening
Looked up in that Banksia tree
So much joy to me did bring
Those pink and grey birds
Scattered there
Amidst the branches everywhere.

It’s morning time they’ve come for feeding
Ain’t no seed upon their, trays
As they perch among the green leaves
They shriek and scream and screech away.
I see me there the sight of beauty
All those pinks amidst the leaves
It was the way the sun was shining
Oh, such a picture it did weave.

I fill the seed trays up with tucker
I love me so these little guys
They come into my garden daily
I watch them feed it makes me wise.
Watching me, the song of nature
Taking photos writing poems
This be what my life’s about now
Oh, how such beauty keeps me glowing..


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Life's Wholeness

Life and a living being
can never be separated
See one and you see
the other
Destroy one and you destroy 
the other
Pluck a flower from a tree
and dissect it 
to understand it
You no longer have that flower
as it existed
on the tree
You may have an understanding
of the relationship
between the components
of a dead flower
but you will have forever lost 
the totality of the experience
of the LIVING flower
To see the flower in 
its completeness
BECOME THE FLOWER
and understand a reality 
that can only be experienced
but can never be put into words
for the whole is more than
the sum of its parts


Details | Tanka | |

Gifts of the Trees

The gift of the trees, Fresh oxygen and lumber; A place in the shade To ponder whispering leaves; Beautiful leaf serenades!


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Embracing Earth


Embracing Earth

Embracing Earth I write this poem
Me, looking at the morning glowing
Being lost in flowers and trees
Reeling from life’s mystery
Air all filled with sweet bird song
Clearly it’s where I belong
Inspired By all life’s mystic charm
Nicely filled with peace and calm
Gleaming, feeling free from harm

Embracing Earth, I feel life’s power
And all those magic colored flowers
Really, they’re so beautiful
The sun shines down as the rain does fall
While fish swim in the shiny pool.

5 July 2014 @ 1535hrs.

Written for Andreas 'choose your Acrostic'  contest


Details | Quatrain | |

Leaves That Are Green


A young bud sprouts from its parent plant
and blossoms to a lovely rose before long
With time, its beauty fades and it dries up
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A young sapling takes root and flourishes
Soon a mighty oak stands firm on the ground
With time, it decays to a dried up old tree
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A baby bird sitting helplessly in its nest
grows into a majestic eagle strong
With time, its glory fades as it ages
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A defenceless lion cub hidden in its lair
matures into the mightiest beast around
With time, he becomes a decrepit old male
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A beautiful angelic darling baby girl
becomes a world beauty and wins the crown
With time, wrinkles and old age take their toll
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

Hello to a new life of hope and promise
Goodbye to a life that's now going down
Time marches on irreversibly 
and the leaves that are green turn to brown





All life starts off fresh and beautiful, matures, decays and then passes away in an unavoidable cycle as Time marches on irreversibly.


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Strength

                 Unyielding yet humble.
                Centered in this garden,
                    Meditating like me.


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The place I yearn to be

The place I yearn to be

Where the birds sing in the morning
That’s where I want to be
Where the trees are all around me
Well that’s the place for me
I’ll watch their leaves dance on the breeze
As the sun shines in the morn
As they touch this dreamy heart of mine
At the start of each new dawn

Where the lake it be a gleaming
Reflecting all the trees
As the sun paints pretty pictures
That’s where I want to be
Meditating every morning
As birds sing morning song
This be a lovely haven
It’s the place where I belong.

Walking through the wetlands
Where lizards, frogs, and snakes
Are always roaming freely
In their home beside the lake
Maybe I’ll sit there writing poems
As the kangaroos come by
This be paradise to me
It’s where I’d like to die.

13 June 2014 @ 1430hrs.






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THE GREAT FOREST TAPESTRY

In a basin of jewelled bronze

The leaves lay

Many colours

Of many shades

To become a tapestry

Trees never die

They are forever made

 

A soft wind blew

Gentle on the leaves

The Queen took them

Kissed them too

Made many

Threads spun

Magical weaves

The trees have begun

 

Upon the cloth

A mighty tree grew

In shades of green

Of soft leaf

Texture of bark

Of branches, seen

 

The trunk grew strong and tall

Of threads spun

Texture of bark

I can hear its’ heart

The first of many

The trees have begun

  

Branches reached out to play

Touching the sky

The joy

To see how it grew

Everyday

 

The leaves from the basin

Of jewelled bronze

 Carried by the summer queen

With a soft kiss….

One by one

They were blown onto the tapestry

The leaves multiplied

Faeries darted back and forth

Sewed each one

Of threads spun

Woven magic

The tree has begun

 

The heart of the tree

Could be heard

Very softly sighing

The first of many

Upon a tapestry

Where leaves were laid

Branches reached out

Touching the sky

That a Queen made

 

To a castle door

Leaves were left

Memories of suns

and seasons

For trees never die

Of threads spun

Woven magic

The trees have begun

 

 


Details | Sijo | |

October Bliss

Cooling temperatures cause the leaves to turn colors,
But the temperatures climb again during Indian Summer.
Multi-colored leaves are the last fanfare before winter.


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku 9 - iguana on the treetops, mister spider, 6 am and falling rain

perched on the treetops iguana closes its eyes soaking in the sunshine the new doorkeeper of this deserted house - one mister spider 6 am and falling rain bed! how cosy you feel this morning


Details | Kimo | |

Last Tree Standing

Last Tree Standing.  A Majestic Old Oak.

Surviving Winds And Disease.

In The Field, Growing Strong.




For the lone tree contest


Details | Monorhyme | |

Beckoning Beckoning is The Night

Beckoning … beckoning is the night
In its ice blue grey and snow gold light

Beckoning … beckoning is the night

The swallow has long since whispered away 
the cardinal and so too …blue jay

have strayed but now in the beckoning light
the beckoning …beckoning of the night 

comes the sweeping and keeping 
comes sweeping and keeping 
in the night

The sky is still ….but wild edged with light 
Bluish... high... tight ...grey 
but the branches swirl and deeply breigh  

beckoning…. they are beckoning 
the night into night

Come wild and courageous into fading light
Tis just the beckoning beckoning…. of night

the sky dark blue does and does not ....betray 
the coming… coming of end of day

and still it comes the end of day
with the beckoning ...comes beckoning 

the…beckoning of night
The light is waning and so day’s might 

beckoning as we bridge to night 

the wild things move on stealthy flight 
beckoning beckoning into night

The beckoning beckoning of the light
wild things shudder and take quick flight

The beckoning beckoning of the night 
the wild things move and take to flight

When tomorrow's dawn will cast 

first light!

@Ingrid Showalter Swift


Details | Dodoitsu | |

GRAY-HAIRED WISDOM



‘ ‘ ‘’’’’’ ‘ evening hangs on gray-haired tree stems more frail than autumn’s veins a falling rakes damp secrets moist enough to weep tales glum circles on old trunk peeling all barks like droplets wisdom of tree bears comfort for night hearts’ lament © , , , ,, , * remembrances of teenage times when i spoke to a tree and spilled my guts under its shade Contest:Brian Strand's Any Verse of Yours/ max 12 Lines By: nette onclaud


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Walking the wetlands

Walking the wetlands. 

In the silence of the wetland trail
Pure life seeps into me
As cockatoos all black and bold
So loud, and oh, so free
Fly above, with wheeing cries
To land, this rain filled day 
Among the many Banksia trees
That grow along the way.

Two  mighty swans float proudly by
All black and handsome grace
They float upon the crystal lake
As smile lights up my face
There’s nothing could be sweeter than
This sweet wet, wondrous land
Walking through these soft wet trails
Makes a fellow feel so grand

Honey eaters flit about
They move from tree to tree
As a kookaburra calls
So bold and laughingly 
As trees they dance in the morning breeze
The sun lights up their sheen
And mesmerize me totally
And make my world serene.

There’s something about a lake or river
All filled up with wild birds
And Kangaroos, and reptiles too
 That get this old heart stirred
When I stroll along those gentle trails
I feel I’ve been reborn
But oh, I like it so much more
When rain does fill the morn.  

5 July 2013 @ 1310hrs.



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A Tree

I am a tree
Sitting contently
Atop this hill
Solitaire
Flourishing beautifully
In the springtime
Confident
Turning my foliage
Lush and green
Unbreakable
Until Autumn 
When my leaves drift away
Parting
Surviving the cold winter
Bare and fragile
Delicate
And the cycle continues
Looking out over the world
Wise
Yet childish
Courageous
Yet weak
I am strong
I am a tree


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The Old Oak Tree

The tangible sunrays cast their lights to haze,
withering the moments in a day,
but the moon foreshadows its hue of white
across the darkness of the night.
In the wooden trails under the moonlit hour,
that old oak tree stood as a tower,
bowing its head filled leaves to the ground,
as though praying or royalty to be found.
And the bark is elder, no longer a rich thick brown,
but grayness is its coat who always frowns.
The brittle roots and twigs overlap each other, 
The trunk was sturdy as a man but more care giving like mother.
And the nature breath's chills the wood,
from a solemn warmth to goosebumps who intrudes.

The old Oak tree whimpers and woos from the leaves
rustling a whisper to the boy who weaves
his arms, and swings himself amongst the highest point.
He sits to watch the beautiful join
between the passage of the moon and the sun.
The sky is stolen from the moon; the night be done.
And the Old Oak tree, once again, overviews the day
of the tangible tangerine sunrays cast their lights out of haze.
And the little boy still sits until the sprinkle of rain and drizzles roam.
He climbed down the gray old trunk and heads back home.

And the old oak tree smiles, never so gleefully before.
And wishes for the little boy to appreciate him once more.



 


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Weeping Willow

Was there aside a weeping willow tree
Which graced a field of flowers fraught with dew
Amid the dawn the bitter night now through
A maiden rests where straying eyes can’t see

She wore the blessing of a youthful hue
Her hair was long and brown and flowed so free
Her face aglow in heaven meant to be 
This flower’s beauty was a dream come true

And by her flowed a pool of reddened dread 
From heart that has forgotten how to beat
And eyes which saw this story come to close

So there she sleeps upon her final bed
And what had brought an end to one so sweet
A legend only weeping willow knows


Details | Ballade | |

Mulberry tree in winter

 
A mass of twirling branches
The sleeping Mulberry tree
Has dropped her load to rest a while
Her form intriguing me
A month ago she looked so grand
With her mass of dark green leaves
But now her branches gnarled and bent
A wondrous pattern weave

I bought her thirteen years ago
My weeping Mulberry tree
I’ve sat and watched her all these years
And I have looked to see
So many birds of different hues
Using her as their resting place
To shelter from the predators
Or for a while to laze.

So many times I’ve sat here
With a smile upon my face
Taking photos of this tree
As it stands in all it’s grace
I’ve had some lovely, magic moments
As the birds have stopped to feed
From the little tray that hangs near by
All filled with sweet bird seed.

1 August 2013 @ 2003hrs


Details | Quatrain | |

In Defense Of The Rain

Some folks like to complain
And are very fickle
They fume when rain is falling
And fret at a mere drizzle

Wild birds and animals
They all need the rain
Which gives them water
For their lives to sustain

The plants and the trees
And all the lovely flowers
For them to grow and flourish
They also need the showers

The food crops that are grown
To provide food for us all
Each of them would perish
If the rain did not fall

So please think of these things
Before you start complaining
And creating a lot of fuss
The next time rain is falling


Details | Free verse | |

the apple tree greed

the apple tree greed 
the apple tree greed 

he has an apple a green apple 
he is the only person in this room 
with a green apple 
suppose suppose NOW 
he has MORE of those at home 
WHY he has a GREEN APPLE tree 
In his backyard no WAIT 
He has a vineyard behind his chapeau 
And he makes green apple wine 
And he sells it to the BOONES FARM people 
And they make BOONES FARM green apple wine 
And the whole city is soon sick 
The children ralf and barf and ralf again 
There is no more end to the men 
Drinking all the green apple wine 
To make this ONE person rich 
He never offered me any of his wine 
Eyes never drink of alcoholic beverage 
Eye have juices and tea and a soda please 
I'm just full of good intentions 
Picking green apples in my mind and eating way too many 
Having a green apple with mye lunch of poetical decay 
WAIT he left and YES he took the green apple core with him 
Not leaving me a bite not wanting me to taste the pleasure 
of his mite. Why eye understand him greedy is his name 
the green apple hoarder has so many apples now his wine cellar is so full and 
his larders aer so rich he does save the stems and seeds to plant again in 
ground so rich and he chews on this green apple while he watches MTV in 
selfish hedonistacal revenge while eye have no green apple stuck between my 
teeth OH bliss oh strang decay my teeth at least aer happier today he took the 
core away he left me all alone im appleless today im happier to say no song is 
being sung of little apples of the green variety been hung oh see the tree how big 
its grown the apples have been lost too long and they fall in misery from 
branches of decay to rot to rot to rot upon the vineyard floor there is no apple wine 
no more the green variety is gone they drink it only read and red is the color of the 
wine in cups so full of color there in plates so heaped of agony with applesauces 
vailiantly piled higher then the sky. 


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Owls, Silent Magic In Flight

Owls, Silent Magic In Flight


Owls in flight glide so deadly silent
 prey dies so quickly and violent
Claws just as sharp as a razor knife
 nightime is the owl's hooting life!

Resting in tall trees in the hollow
 the night's moon they have to follow
No shrieks as they swoop down on prey
 owl's eating demands business not play!

A beauty shines with feathers and eyes
 smooth flight in dark forested skies
Owls are held to be old and very wise
 to love and admire if one simply tries!

A treasure to love and attempt to protect
Tragic if we fail due to ignorance and neglect!

07/27/2014

Night Owl - Poetry Contest
Sponsor -Kelly Deschler


Details | Rhyme | |

Mother Nature is Wonderful

Mother nature is wonderful, it will cause my new tree to grow delicious plums.
I enjoy planting fruit trees, I guess that I have a green thumb.
I now have four kinds of fruit trees, apple, pear, plum and peach.
When it comes to my trees, I expect to get tasty fruit from each.
All my trees need are water and sunlight to provide heat.
When my trees bear fruit, I will have plenty to eat.


Details | Haiku | |

Bamboo warrior

by the fire crash snap                                                                                             bamboo stands tall the light casts                                                                               shadows like Kanjii


Details | Rhyme | |

A SMALL PEACH TREE

The emerald and still evening
lures the crescent moon rising,
to make a small peach tree shine
as if it were already daytime;
it even invites the brutal wind
to lash it so that its flowers
would lose their pretty petals...
then one of them starts to descend,
others sadly follow behind to resemble Autumn leaves...
who has sympathy for a small peach tree which grieves?



The enchanted, star-draped sky
watches the white petals fall off the small peach tree 
into the lake that earlier reflected its flowery image;
isn't it enraged by the wind's ravage? 
Its anger can last until the deep shadows wane and die:
that's when light will restore harmony.


Written by Andrew Crisci
for Gail Angel Doyle's contest,
" Petals In The Wind "

on 1/ 15/ 2012


Details | Haiku | |

A faraway lantern

wickery shadows                                                                                                            palish yellow light reflects                                                                                          nest lonesome mistletoe                         *                                                                            - An evening view of sunset through the wood line


Details | Couplet | |

The Tree At The Mall

The tree at the mall is right out front.
3 feet in; 4 feet out.
Been shortened for powerlines
and sparsened for rapists'.
It's branches cut back
where it's taxes placed it.
The tree at the mall is right out front.


Details | Ballade | |

The super artist

The super artist

With each, sweet, precious moment
There’s a different kind of show
As I sit and watch these Tingle trees
How they glisten, how they glow!
Soft branches dance on cooling breeze
Beyond the river shore
Reflecting colours on the rivers sheen
As it sparkles more and more.

Am I standing here in Heaven?
What be this wondrous bliss?
That comes from all this beauty?
I’m mesmerized by this
As the sun shines on those Tingle trees
And I watch this picture show
A feeling soft and beautiful
Within my heart does glow.

There has to be some power
In the heavens up above
Who keeps this sun a shining
He’s an artist filled with love
He has those special powers
To fill each soul with bliss
As his colours fill the Universe
When he the World does kiss.

26 July 2013 @ 1322hrs.


Written for the 'Beauty contest'


Details | Free verse | |

Becoming

We are in a continuous state of becoming with our environment I am becoming that tree just as that tree is becoming me It took in the carbon dioxide that I exhaled which became part of it and through photosynthesis converted it to oxygen which I inhaled becoming part of me I am the tree and the tree is me I am becoming that insect, that bird, that animal and other persons I breathe in the air they gave up Air that was part of them is now part of me just as the air I exhaled is now part of them Earth is becoming me and I am becoming earth It becomes me through the food I eat which comes from the earth directly or indirectly and I become the earth through matter that leaves my body waste and otherwise which returns to the earth to become the earth


Details | Ballade | |

Universe serving

Universe serving, day and night
We are busy, in war and fight
The Sun comes early morning
Makes a day, full of charming
Shine goes everywhere for spread
Melts snow, of mountains head
Its warmth gives us fruit and bread
Reminds promise, what God said

The Flower of garden, and the tree
They give always freshness to me
The Smell of rose is smell of soul
Shadow hugs me of tree tall
The tree of garden, swing my eye
I see leaves, on branches high.

The Night comes with moon and star
they look very near but they are far
Stars look at me, with all his shine
The Moon gives smile all the time
The Moonlight falls, on bench Street
Lovers like angles when they meet.

We invent new weapon of war
Kill love every where, near and far
All men are creation of love
Try other to low, keep himself above
Do not see, what God made for us
We have not time, for all this bless
Universe God, and you and me
Leave all the work, and beauty see.   



Details | I do not know? | |

Thunderstorm

The leaves look dark, 
Against the blank sky.
A tree leans sideways,
Gray clouds roll by.

The wind abruptly stops,
Everything is quiet.
The leaves stop rustling,
There is no riot.

Then all of a sudden,
There comes a zigzag flash.
A tree leans forward,
There is a loud crash.

More thunder follows,
There is a stronger breeze.
A tree shakes its branches,
And off slip its leaves.

Raindrops fall steadily,
Onto the firm ground.
They dance in the rain,
They make a soft sound.

Leaves fly around,
 Happy to be free.
Their life has unlocked,
They are not on the tree.

The zigzag strikes, 
So does the gale.
It never stops,
Never to fail.


Details | Free verse | |

THE WALKS

The Walks

I walk
And the trees talk
I watch
    for signs of wonder
As white winged creatures
     flutter by.
The king of the great expanse
     so giving of its radiance.
Yonder are the wispy clouds, inconspicuous as mare's tails.
As beyond the azure sky,
      a perfect calmness.
If I could reach (you) heavenward,
                                      a respite and a bliss!
Joyous wind is singing to me now,
calling,
befriending.
Paint me then the smile of Mona Lisa
    that never fades.
Brush strokes by the Fates.
Soles of my feet
     against the heaven's footstool -- 
uncomplaining.
Oh, the many walks.
What a joy the bosom finds!
            my heart is swelling.
As I take these outside wonders 
                                           within,
                                              divinely inspiring.

   


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Blue Spruce

Blue Spruce Standing Tall

Clothed In Snow, Sky's Purest White

Shielding Life Beneath.


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Climbing That Hill

Climbing That Hill


Slowly I climbed that silent hill
 just to sit in solitary thought
Desperation fights against my will
 destroying all the mercies bought

As I crest that hill to summit high
 a calm feeling washes all over me 
No more shall I seek mercy to buy
 it has been sent in all that I see

A stand of mighty oaks looming tall
 so many birds singing all around
This majestic wonder gifted to us all
 Nature's blessings so eagerly found

Whip-poor-wills singing to early morn
 hidden so cleverly on the wet ground
I muse, happy just to have been born
 paying homage with such loving sound

 08-03-2014

Written from memory of my visit to my old 
hunting grounds early last year. I took a
 day off to just go clear my thoughts. I 
came home that night a new man. God's 
remedy was there just for the asking....


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Palm Tree Delight

P   A   L   M      T    R     E      E      D   E   L   I   G   H   T
Written by Catherine Reinke


In your arms, I lay behold ,
gentle winds and sea salt kiss.
Shade full arms from hot sun bold 
coco milk sweet, lovers dish.

My naked skin, sun loves to play
lying under this palm tree day.

Listen  to your  arms wind sound.
No gentler tender song I’ve found.

Tension, grief, sorrow and more,
all left behind seaside’s door.

For here life’s origins, beget and made
ancient past lives, memories to fade.

But here in Tulum, my friendship sea
I find myself, in gentle palm tree.

And so from youth my memory serves
a poem that retold again deserves.

“that only God can make a tree and
…poems are written by fools like me”

Truly then and true today
That Godly art create tree play.

For made he did a vast array
charming comfort of trees I say.
Strong steadfast oaks.
Wispy willows.
Lilac purples for ones pillow.
Cedar pillars ancient.
Rain forest lush,
only the palm tree 
makes me bush.

Round coco breasts filled with milk.
Erect pillar penetrating fronds of silk.


So, in your arms I want to be
naked, contentment, happy and free.
And so end my tree poetic attempt
of my love affair palm tree spent.













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A Lazy Afternoon

I sit  on my deck on this lazy afternoon
watching the sun move slowly to the west

The leaves are dancing on the oak tree out back 
from a breeze gently blowing from the south

A sparrow is hopping from post to post 
on the old fence down by the road

A little squirrel  playing  and running around
to the top of the tree and down to the ground

then I hear a whistle from a distant train
And the rhythm is like music to my ears

I  think to myself  what wonderful way 
to spend a  beautiful  lazy  afternoon


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springtime green

morning air still crisp
sun tickles the early buds
soon all will be green


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Goodnight show

Goodnight show

Fountains gurgle songs of laughter
As the breeze joins in the song
Then they come, those big pink parrots
They arrive in quite a throng
As silence greets the song of evening
How it echo’s in my being
The sun makes for to say goodnight
What a lovely sight I’m seeing

Green parrot drifts into the garden
He is looking kind of wary
He knows Galahs will see him off
These pink birds they can be scary
When they gang up on this parrot
Who really only wants to eat
He makes a kind of trilling note
That makes the silence very sweet.

Galahs they eat, and then depart
To the comfort of the trees
Protected from the predators
Where they will retire at ease
Green parrot knows that now he’s safe
So he heads towards seed tray
And then he too takes to the treetops
As the night farewells the day.

15 July 2014 @ 1525hrs.


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Whisper hello

Sweet flower tree whispers hello 
Walking past she interrupted...
 
Glorifying wings of spring on her branches
Marveling her purple paper star shower
Inhaling her peaceful unlocked power 
My spirit has lifted....
 
"Hello, I whisper back, 
"Thanks for interrupting!"






^(How a tree made me feel today)


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My lake Joondalup

My lake Joondalup.

Lake Joondalup
There’s a place I like to be
So filled with every kind of tree
And birds of every shape I see
Where roos, they come right up to you
And the Parrots act so tame
I love that lake in Joondalup
I’ve always felt the same.

Oh, you should hear the volume
Of the screeches, song and chatter
The noise it nearly deafens one
Till nothing really matters
It all becomes a part of you
As it seeps into your soul
That bird din mesmerizes me
And makes me feel so whole.

One can sit there by the water’s edge
In an alcove all alone
There’s little benches everywhere
I sit here on my own
Watching all the wading birds
The Storks, the Ducks the swans
The Ibis and the White egrets
And on, and on, and on.

Lake Joondalup
It’s an addiction to my soul
When there, I am a happy man
It’s a fifty minute stroll
From my house, and It’s worth it too’
It’s a peaceful little place
Whenever I sit here by this lake
A smile lights up my face.


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October Fire

Dancing smoke
black as night
floats above flames
burning bright
twisting wind
spreads the fire
fueling life
to dark desire
the nights are dark
with moonless skies
shadows see all
with empty eyes
fallen leaves 
make trees bare
the flame still burns
but the heats not there
blazing touch
meets hearts of frost
the burn feels sweet 
but then it's lost
now hands of ash 
reach out once more 
for October Fire
as they did before

By Morgan Mise
Written April 25, 2012


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Evergreen

They’ve hauled me into the parlour,
secure in terracotta packed with soil,
to sit awhile before my ritual humiliation.
Soon I will be baubled,
showy, gaudy, tinselled –
the court jester who will keep
them smiling through their feast –
and burdened with things that dangle,
like a tart’s cheap earrings,
and those little wooden reindeer,
hand-painted, made in Korea.

But for now they seem
to contemplate my noble nakedness,
their eyes detained by something
unplumbed in their reality;
and they are silenced, for just an instant,
by a notion, perhaps, of distant green,
a timeless forest that impinges
on the periphery of their awareness,
seeing me as I would remain,
could they but permit
such an insult to their tradition.


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A Birds Best Friend

Whispering willow
A haven for tiny birds
She weeps to hide nests
Rustling leaves fly on the breeze
Confounding neighborhood cats.


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Higher Meaning

The forest, laid out in lavender pink Harbors light within its tender confines Sea foam runs in, as water is nearby No tree has a look that is quite alike Some trees are tall, others are short and stout The water tries to make its statement here Crystal clear teal, it foams at its edges The lake holds creativity within Nothing about it looks like the forest The light from the waning sun captivates I understand the sight, mixture of life No animal could understand this sight No meaning is greater than the sun’s rays It brought me the mauve colors before me The water, that lovely water, is blue Colorful only by the sun’s bright light May I always enjoy my forest here And the water, the crystal clear water I will forever be inspired from this To write lovely words of great tenderness Saving my heart, leaving me with true joy I will always feel the pure wonderment
Russell Sivey


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Spring Blossoms

Blossoms on pear trees
Tiny parchment-like blossoms
Beautify my yard.


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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


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The once mighty tree

There once was a tree that was tall and beautiful. It was the talk of the forest. Its 
branches were sturdy, its leaves full, its trunk straight. Kids came from all around to climb 
its height and swing from its branches. On hot days it gave them shade from the 
scorching sun, and when it rained it bore the heaviest drops without thought. One day a 
kid broke off a branch and used it to scratch his back. The tree trembled a little. The next 
day another kid sawed off four strong limbs. He needed to make a chair. The tree shook. 
The third day another kid came and stripped the tree bare, he needed to patch his leaking 
roof. The tree stood naked and alone. No one came around anymore. It had given 
pleasure when they needed it, it had given a seat in its lofty heights, it had been a shelter 
in the storms, and now it had nothing left to give. One day a stranger walked by. He 
looked up at this skeleton of a tree. He didn’t say anything just looked for a long time, 
then took out a piece of paper and sketched something. Then the stranger dug a moat 
around the trunk and filled it with water. He did this day after day. And he would lean 
against the trunk, now scarred and talk about how it was the most beautiful tree in 
forest. And the tree couldn’t help but wonder if he was blind. At first nothing happened. 
But as time passed small buds sprang forth. They flowered and bloomed. Leaves popped 
out the very trunk seemed to straighten itself as if the moon was within its grasp. The 
stranger looked at the tree, there were tears in his eyes as he pulled out a crumpled 
drawing from his pocket and held it up, it looked exactly like the tree looked now. But the 
tree now could see over the tops of the other trees. It saw a house with a small branch 
propping open a door. It saw a wooden chair sitting in the yard, neglected, with one leg 
broken clean off. It saw where the roof had been patched. The tree shivered and shook. 
Leaves cascaded from its newly formed branches raining down on the stranger, who 
looked up bewildered. But all the tree saw were four wooden legs, it saw a patched roof, it 
remembered. The branches started to sag, the bark peeled off like dead skin and in a loud 
sickening crash the tree started to fall. The man turned to brace the tree with all his 
strength. But he was not a whole man for one of his legs was made of wood, it splintered 
and cracked under the strain. And in the house not far away a man looked up in time to 
glimpse a mighty tree crumble to the ground.


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A Woman's Heart


With women the heart argues, not the mind.
MATTHEW ARNOLD, Merope

1. The stand of old growth Melalucas,  graces the lowlands of our farm.
For over fifty years,  accumulations of leaves have formed small soft islands.

“With selective clearing,” my husband says, "larger areas of grassland will grow. 
More grazing for the cows and less hay we’d need  to buy in Winter."

 Inwardly, I lament, not wanting to lose the beauty of these trees
with branches that rise like huge broccoli bunches against bright blue skies. 
My husband, much harder, by necessity, over-rules my sentiments.

2. Conveniently, earth-moving machines appear early on the first day 
of the New Year.  They cut a long swathe
but  on the dam are left a large row,  marked by me,
 for sanctuary.
They cast  reflections on the still water. 

3. The felled trees are piled into rough heaps.  Prophetically, the car 
of the Inspector for Primary Industries appears. 
“You must know, these are protected trees.”  
He asks for permits (not granted) and orders a ‘cease and desist.’ 
His scowling looks are an indictment. 

4. For months the operation was on  hold
and, then the rains came and the floods—almost our undoing. 
Flocks of water-birds  occupied the flats, nesting on the islands
formed by  the grassy hummocks. When these waters receded, 
an overgrowth of young melalucas sprouted, where the old trees 
 had once stood.  A network of roots underground  had signaled
a catastrophe.  New nodes erupted along all the root-ways.
Dumbly they announced their guardianship of the swampy land. 
“Give us back to time,” they said , but the  un-relenting slasher
leveled them again, so  grass could grow. 

 
5. I go back into my house now, secretly pleased the trees are speaking.
The topaz flames from the fireplace, warm my bones. 
The hoary frosts have come.   The envelope containing the D P I’s 
decision waits on the mantel shelf, propped by a row of grazing, ceramic cows.
 From the window I see our cows enter between the Melalucas.
They graze on the new growth pasture. 
I warm my hands, as the flames lick firewood. 

The scent from Melaluca smoke haunts me.

Suzanne Delaney
For Giorgio's Impress Me Competition.
Category: Nature


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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!
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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,
disappearing,
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.


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Autumns Gentle Outcome

Autumn colours bloom Gently they drift on the breeze Skeletal outcome .


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Birds

singing birds
early in the morn sounds
trees hold 


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Great Lone Tree, So Beautiful

Great Lone Tree, So Beautiful



Great lone tree standing in the middle of Harper's lot
 weathering all attacks from so many enemies it has got
Struck eleven times by lightning in as many years
 last one burned so hot that sap burst forth like tears!

First plague was ten thousand locusts eating it's fruits
 next came grub worms devouring it's sweet tender roots
After that first fire came burning high above it's trunk
 then came the woodpeckers pecking out chunk by chunk!

Next the teenage boys driving in nails for a playhouse
 adding to the big holes bored so deeply by a wood mouse
Second fire burned it's trunk until hard rain put it out
 followed by six years of county's hottest, longest drought

Great lone tree had weathered so many terrible attacks
 insects gnawing ever deeper it's long and deep cracks
These many years it gave it's fruit and comforting shade
 it's life beaten but that majestic beauty never did fade

Great lone tree stood reaching ever upward to Mother Sky
 enduring all while so stubbornly refusing to ever die!

Robert Lindley  06-10- 2014..
Rewrite from the late 70's. Based on the huge mulberry tree 
in vacant field just behind our house.. So beautiful but one 
could see the many scars it had endured yet still survived!
I used to pick the mulberrys in the bountiful years!
Mother would make cobbler from them and it was glorious


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CALIFORNIA IS BURNING

California is burning with scorching 
blazes that destroy acres of land
and luxurious homes!


It's an Inferno where screams are too loud:
high winds have a wrathful force
and multiply dangers!


It's an evening without a red sunset...
trees fall and birds start fleeing:
beauty will turn into ashes! 


Don't be brave, never try to fight a blaze: 
escape from this burning hell
and pray for rain again! 



 Entered in Debbie Guzzi's contest,
"" Haiku Wannabees "
Written on 6/4/2013


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tree

tower over me 
the forest bows when you fall 
angry men cut you 


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Grove in Deep Woods

Apart road and trail in gentle grass
a stand of aspen swell the meadow,
shielding gale and storm to pass.
Insulated peace under bough to rest,
beneath the greenery a hidden nest.

A curtain from judgment’s eye,
where the clever woodsmen waits,
as his brethren hike on bye.
Cascading to ear, the raven calls above.
And deer browse as silently as the dove.

This forgotten fortress hides
the weary from distorting turbulence.
And the sparrow, branch to twig slides,
into this sanctuary of the wood.
He pauses, alone, turning dark to good.
  


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Why would I swap

Why would I swap?

What have they, these men of wealth?
What could they give to me
I have the skies the clouds the rain
I have eternity 
For I would live within this now
Expecting naught at all
Because this world, all by itself
Is so, so beautiful.

I see them with their dull, glum faces
No hint of any smile
And yet I’m supposed to envy them!
With all their wealthy style
No belly laughter comes from them
Cause this be all dried up
As for the joys of life itself
They hardly fill the cup.

While birds are singing in the trees
And the stars shine bright at night
While the flowers smell so wonderful
And the birds give sweet delight!
Oh, I could go on all day long
Why would I want at all?
When my world is oh, so beautiful
And theirs seems oh, so cruel.

2 August 2013 @ 0740hrs.




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Trees

Trees whisper 
Secrets untold
summer wind
picnic lunch
A Lovers kiss
A childs embrace


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The mystic dance

This mystic dance

They shake. They sway. They dance with glee
These limbs that grow from mother tree
As breeze she takes them on her back
She blows her leaves all down the track
As mystic river rolls along
I feel life’s power loud and strong
As I gaze up at the deep blue sky
Contentedly my heart does sigh

I won’t make bargains with the power
I watch each tree and every flower
I praise her for her tender gift
She gives my heart a lovely lift
 I thank her with my heart and soul
She made me breath, she made me whole
Gave me all this lovely splendor
 I stroll along, and I surrender

The river ripples, and it waves
As birds they sing, and my heart craves
To be within this mystic dance
This morning my heart does enhance
Each moment special just for me
As all I want to do is be
Not lonely though I’m all alone
I feel joy deep within my bones.

13 August 2014 @ 0530hrs.




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A Feeding Place

.
Putting up some fresh suet hoping winter's birds will enjoy coming to feed..
Then added some water to the bird baths so there will be drink for them to enjoy..
An hour later the Willow Tree comes alive with color__

two male bluebirds sit
on the edge of bath drinking...
suet eaten fast

Five female Red Cardinals and two males bounce from feeder to tree and 
then to the bird bath. Too soon it is quiet again.  Just a little excitement in an ordinary day..  


Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Contest: Mix It Up


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A Sun Tree



I Saw A Tree Shine In The Late Afternoon Sun
It Was Lit-Up By The Light Cast Therefrom
It Stood In The Path of One Slanting Sun-Ray
& Spread Limbs & Leaves To Dare Fire To Play

All The Other Trees Stood Out of The Picture
As Grass Bowed Down & As Breezes Whispered
And The Sky Deepened Blue To Frame The Sight
of The Stature of That Tree, Lit By That Light

It Reminded Me of That Famed Line of Poetry
By The Poet Alfred Joyce Kilmer, The Literary
Because I Think That "I" Shall Never See
Any of My Poems As Lovely As That Tree ...



  Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/18/2013 
   by:  MoonBee Canady





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Mighty Oak

A mighty old oak
Like California’s redwoods
Tough old sentinel.


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ENTHUSIASTIC

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...


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Glowing Tree

Glowing tree beyond the wall Showering with leaves A bright rose color is shown Hears those that believe Solid with no fear Growing higher on life’s edge In my heart so near
Russell Sivey Form Seguidilla


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Tranquillity

It is snowing tonight!
How beautiful it is!
Everything is so lovely!
The first snow of the year!

I was all set for bed
when I decided 
to put out the light and
to look out the window

The fresh snow on the ground
and on the housetops
unspoiled by man or beast
appears so peaceful and serene

I see a pine tree
and the upper portion
of its branches and needles
are gently covered with snow

I have seen that same tree
many times before
but never has it looked 
as lovely as it looks tonight


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Red Cedar

Red cedar soars high
back lit by ruby red sky
as day fades to night


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Tree Houses and Trigger Fingers

I wish I could take this noose from my tongue.
It doesn’t seem to work against the honesty of silver anyway. 
I wish I could hang it over the neck of my thoughts and pull it tighter every time they try to choke me with guilt or pessimism.

Well versed in the words it takes to build things up. My lips and sounds paint pictures and build grand cities where the price would be too high but, people would still pay to live there.

Better versed am I in the words that call for demolition. I need not even speak them before, I set all the beauty ablaze and cast those cities to rubble. All the people paying too much can flee or stay but, as the founder and captain I am charged with going down with my ship.

If I could just speak a balance.
Articulate a safe place. 
A perfectly leveled tree house with room for one or two.

Lately though, my words and thoughts shake and stutter. 
Trip over themselves like my hands reaching for a pen or a pill bottle.
At least that bottle is half way full, I guess.

In love with the thought of the very idea.
I see now, with no lenses, softening my harsh reality.
I must once more, try to focus on myself. 
Love myself and prove it. 
Reach for the things I need with conviction and not the unsure hands of a child, I've been sporting so well.

I can find a meadow.
No path required.
I will not rest there, I promise but, I may take in the scenery along the way. 
I need no hand to hold my own in respective appreciation.
I can see the wonder painted even brighter when it burns with a pang of solidarity.

I will work my words,
My tired feet,
My heavy lungs,
My heart with dented armor.
I will train my hands steady.

And this time when I put something in my sights, I won’t have to hesitate before I pull the trigger, painting the walls and ground with my red victory. 

A flower may yet hold promise,
Even in the wrong climate but first, the seed must be planted. Will it bloom?
We are getting ahead of ourselves.

Clear the board and start again.


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Tree in the Front Yard

An old tree lives out in the front yard It speaks of a life perfectly true Time doesn’t do wonders on its ward An old tree lives out in the front yard Entertainment has come from a bard So the tree finds something else to do An old tree lives out in the front yard It speaks of a life perfectly true
Russell Sivey


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THE LONESOME FLUTE PLAYER

Sitting by a moss-covered tree illuminated by sunlight at three,
he plays the very song that his anscestors played yesterday;
remembering what the peaceful and wild land was and will be...
by accepting the fact that his tomorrow is decided by destiny.


He can spend an entire afternoon playing a hand-made flute color chestnut,
as every breeze-lulled maple tree seem to vanish in the increasing, grey fog;
and if his music with shrilling, melodic notes is a devise to find his stranded dog,
he will have the best friend to guide him safely home through beams of twilight. 


Play, handsome warrior the melody you forefathers played on those efflorescent days
underneath the same oak tree to celebrate their free manhood;
and resembling them with long hair and piercing, dreaming eyes,
you don't expect that intruders from other lands would compromise your happiness.


Foxes, grizzly bears, coyotes and buffaloes hear your music and come around to peek:
they know that you wouldn't hurt them and they wonder who's the Great Spirit;
little they suspect that they will be hunted down by the new-comers from the East;
be their friend, warrior...promise them protection when they'll encounter the Beast. 


All that you behold today, may be gone tomorrow making you weep,
grasslands and prairies will tun into towns and cities to make way for greed;
and blood will flow abundantly on meadows where only wildflowers grew...
devastation everywhere with mother's screams by red rivers not so blue.


You must have had dreams of what was coming with a spectacle so gruesome,
take heart...your tomorrow is decided by destiny, pray that you won't be harmed;
continue playing your flute by remembering everything that you deeply loved,
and if you'll die fighting heartless men, I'll remember that look so lonesome.


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A lonely tree

At a road where the road is off
Where the lonesome is the road
At mid of nowhere
Lonely tree is standing there
Waiting no one but the dust
Dust of the passing time
Tarnish the color of this tree
This lonely tree to gray
Praying in this lonely place
For the passing van
A gray lonely van
For the lonely bird
Staying for while
When the nights
come
And days go
the lonely tree
praying there
When the war rage
And peace walking shy
The lonely tree
Praying for the peace
No one is waiting there
But the lonely tree
Is waiting the morning sun
Waiting the rain in may
Waiting wind from the north
Waiting when no one is waiting there
This lonely tree
Gave a name for this nameless place
The land of the lonely tree




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Butterflies and Honey Bees



In the meadow, weeds flowering
By a cluster of old shade trees
Make a lovely scene attracting
Some butterflies and honey bees

Butterflies sipping each flower
Flit happily from bloom to bloom
Flaunting their wings of gossamer
Giving each other lots of room

Several colours of the rainbow
Painted on their gossamer wings
Put on a brilliant colour show
Such a happy feeling it brings

Bees also join in the feasting
Imbibing each flower's nectar
Doing so with joyful humming
In their role as honey maker

Weed flowers are in Nature's brood
Springing up where ever they please
They assist in providing food
For butterflies and honey bees




Details | Haiku | |

Taboo Haiku

     Taboo Haiku

Bamboo skirt lifts scents
Flavors of river desires
Absorbs each other 


Details | Sedoka | |

Interesting Shadows

An old tree at night Casts interesting shadows From the light of the full moon The night holds darkness Where tree holds the vampire bats That feast on fearful people
Russell Sivey


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We Never Leave

Lying down beneath a tree, I listen
The wind draws whispers from rustling leaves
Stories stir in the ravines of the bark
They make me smile mostly, but sometimes I cry

The wind draws whispers from rustling leaves
They are left there by birds and moss and rain in roots
They make me smile mostly, but I cry
When I hear of worms wriggling to sidewalk suicide

Left there by birds and moss and rain in roots
Is the promise of life and an energy that connects us
When I hear of worms wriggling to sidewalk suicide
I see that life, all life, is wondrous and strange

The promise of life and an energy that connects us
Makes me look at my arms, imagine them covered in bark
I see that life is wondrous and strange
That I am part if it all, the bald eagles and the mud


I look at my arms, imagine them covered in bark
My feet become roots and my fingers become leaves
I am part of it all, the bald eagles and the mud
They were here long before me, yet they speak in my voice

My feet become roots and my fingers become leaves
Stories stir in the ravines of my bark
They were there long before me, yet they’re told in my voice
Now you lie beneath me, so listen


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Secrets

Occasionally
Brisk winds chatter through the trees
Revealing secrets



©2014 by Regina Riddle





Details | Free verse | |

Tree

Bare, they get slowly clad
In all their green splendour
Lusciously blowing in the summer breeze
'Til Fall arrives and they gradually derobe
Naked in time for Winter


Details | Haiku | |

Morning

Streaks of sun through trees
Dewdrops glisten in delight
Birds declare their joy


Details | Rhyme | |

Weeping Willow

Weeping Willow willow tree,
your graceful branches are all I see.
The dantyest of leaves swaying in the breeze,
the beauty of your fullness stands out from other trees.
As I sit under your bountiful shade,
greatful for your structure the lord has made.
The perfect little place for a mid summer's nap,
as I close my eyes and tip the brim of my hat.
Your home resides in a meadow of butterflies and bees,
like the heart of nature you hold the keys.
Birds use your branches to make nests for their little ones,
while squirrels use you for a playhouse, somewhere to run.
The afternoon sun kisses your leaves so sweet,
this is the place where lovers sometimes meet.
The scene and essence of your bark is pleasant to the eyes,
the very core of your beauty, this is where it lies.


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Grand Showmanship

The pathway Surrounded by trees Changing leaves Red, yellow A grand showmanship desire A passionate love
Russell Sivey Form Shadorma Entrant into Tracie- Indigo Dreamweaver's "GiMmI.. WhAt I wAnT.. wHaT I rEaLlY rEaLlY WaNt..... <3 " contest 12/12/2012


Details | Kimo | |

Dead palm tree

9th march 2012, by : Sashi.Prabhu
Form:Kimo(10,7,6)

Vertical column of rotten dead wood,
Without its green crown it stood,
Dead palm tree understood.


One tree standing in a distant field Poetry Contest


Details | Free verse | |

I Want to be Pinocchio

I wanna be a tree
A big ‘ol block of wood
	Just swayin’ in the breeze
Suckin’ in the bad air and
Letting out the good
With squirrels climbing all over
My branches tickling me
                     Birds nesting 
                     Bugs munching
                     Flowers blooming
                     Fruits budding
A man snaps a limb that’s in
	His face
		That’s how I feel pain
I wanna be a tree
I know why leaves leave
	Just Nature callin’
Squirrels never turn their back or
Promise the world
	Or break your heart
A tree never knows
			Crying….
All alone because you’re
	All alone
Wood has knots and it’s ok
But a stomach hurts
Not wood
A tree weathers the storm and love
		Creates one
God seems to leave
Mother Nature alone yet
	Mettle
In the affairs of Man on a daily basis
I wanna be a tree
A big ol’ block of 
	wood
While Pinocchio wanted to be a boy
He didn’t know how lucky he was


Details | Rhyme | |

Cutting Down Trees

As kids we called it Springsure’s Hill,
A wonderful place to hone our skill,
Playing in scrub till light was gone
Hide and seek with my brother Ron.

We knew the birds; they knew us too,
Bellbird, Thornbill, Black Cockatoo,
Bandicoots strange digging habits,
Along the fence line trapping rabbits.

There is no sunrise on Springsure Hill,
But sunsets do my senses fill,
Every tree has an orange glow, 
Shroud of nightfall follows shadow.

Never ever thought I’d see the day,
When all that scrub was cleared away,
But I’m not to worry it will be fine.
On the hill they’re planting pine. 

They’re cutting down trees to plant more trees,
It don’t make sense until one sees,
How quick does grow this foreign pine,
Every row is a perfect line.

The hill grows lush and a sea of green,
With not a thing growing in between,
Dark and eerie, nothing more,
A blanket of needles on the floor.

Gone are the Goodia, the Correa, 
Heath, Tree Ferns and Grevillea,
Ragwort thrives on the outer fringe, 
Enough to make the farmer cringe.

They’re cutting down trees to plant more trees,
It don’t make sense until one sees,
Chainsaw, Log truck, Crane and Gantry,
Cutting down trees…commercially. 

I note the slope on Springsure’s Hill,
With rows of stumps and waiting till,
Scotch Thistle, Blackberry, sun and rain, 
Have Springsure’s Hill back green again.


Details | Couplet | |

For The Eyes To See

The winds that blow at the top of the trees.
Make the leaves, and the limbs, and the branches weave.
Stare and stir, till your heart's content.
At the mountains of forest, and the mountains of leaves.
Mountains of loneliness.For the eyes to see..

The trees that whimper.The trees that sway.
Bring mixtures of motions-motions conceived.
A mixture of motions, at the top of the trees.
The limbs, and the branches, they never give way.
The branches too sturdy.Too sturdy they be.
Limbs and branches.For the eyes to see..

Mountains, and mountains, and mountains of trees.
Winds bring mountains-mountains of leaves.
Leaves of green, and leaves of brown.
Watch the leaves as they fall to the ground.
Leaves from trees.For the eyes to see..

Whistling winds.Trees that weep.
Droplets of sap.Droplets that seep.
Droplets that seep, from the trees that weep.
Towering trees.Trees that tower.
Trees that tower over me.
Towering trees.For the eyes to see..

Mountains of brown.Mountains for all.
These mountains they glow the color of fall.
The color of fall's the color for me.
As the leaves come down.Leaves of brown.
Leaves of brown, they're all around.
All around.For the eyes to see.

The mountains and forest seem to lie still.
As the winds calm down.On this blundering hill.
The leaves on the trees.They rest in place.
These mountains of trees.They're never erased.
Never erased, are these mountains of trees.
Mountains of trees.For the eyes to see..

Seasonal-Nature-Poem by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1982,2014..
ALL rights reserved..


Details | Haiku | |

Fall Opens the Door

Fall Opens the Door  (Haiku)

morning sun dapples
trees in a  polka-dot dress
shines soft green and light

chill hint of autumn
smells of summer, loam, and pause
visions of winter

sap returns from leaves
to store deep in the tree heart
yellow, red, orange, burnt

Trisha Sugarek from
The World of Haiku


Details | Free verse | |

WILDERNESS

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.


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The Grief of Stayed Continuance

I’ve seen them: humungous stumps of once gigantic trees
 that made a forest sacred-
knowing it was men that lopped off such magnificence

Stealers of beauty and promise:
these amputations leave their scars
 on  the convolutions of mankind’s
collective brain

Where, if I could 
I would venture back in dreams to stay the axe
Let nature take her time  with this living, biggest, hugest.
Into forever let these branches spread their prettiness
Let generations stand in awe at their continuance.
Suzanne Delaney


Details | Verse | |

Forest Hibernates

There are streaks of color Within the forest leaves They have a born beauty Natural to see, view Trees are no different They have awesome colors Lines move up and down here Through each leaf they do go Dotting the warm landscape On the trees which are fine Leaving a cool display Power within its heart I rev up for the show Each leaf falls on its own I understand the cause And the effect is great I proudly sit and watch As the show continues Always the colors rule The forest hibernates
Russell Sivey Verse 6 syllables


Details | Concrete | |

Blue Spruce

.    
                                                                * 
                                                          Christmas 
                                                             Trees
Their silvery-blue scented needles fragrance and permeate freshness.  Billions of years
preceding The Christ, trees naturalized.  Six      to eight centuries of living.  Oh, Spruce with 
perfect shape.  Why, now, does man steal            life in your prime?  Little trees die.  
Do you ever grow to live life to fullness?                  Man must look around and think!
before cutting young blue spruce down.                       If tree life abounds, all life thrives. 
God made tree genes before Adam                                formed from the dust?  Replenish!  
Man must understand to survive!                                       The Colorado Rockies and 
the Utah  timberlands displayed                                           splendid sights.  BEFORE
thousands, of strong trees were                                              chopped to the ground.  
Each year, across God's lands                                                   around the world
mankind celebrates Jesus                                                           Christ's birth.  Spruce 
trees face a familiar plight.                                                           Guiltless, they are 
crucified, chopped down.                                                                 have perfect lives 
stripped from the earth.                                                                     Two feet.  Four feet. 
Six feet.  And more.                                                                            Cut down in their  
prime.  Meanwhile                                                                                man  makes a few 
dimes.  I guess                                                                                      folks just don't 
realize, as trees                                                                                       stand decorated  
on their floors,                                                                                            Potential dies.
No chance to grow twenty-five feet wide, thriving on God's rich land.  No Chance to be a 
hundred and fifteen feet of blue tinted magnificence with a pretty pointed top reaching up to 
                                                                God


Details | Free verse | |

soldiers of nature

a testimony of time 
staring of into 
the distance 
a storm blowing 
dark clouds 

howling its way 
across the sea 
trees like gladiators 
hanging branches 
bent with age 
faced the wind 
rooted firm
 
braced for the storm 
twisted with the pain 
of centuries 
protecting us 
from its force 
like wings

 branches blown back 
our first defence 
our shield 
against the elements
 
rooted firm 
they stand tall 
the cries and moans 
of natures souls 
whistling and moaning 
through their branches 

warning us 
of whats to come 
hundreds of years 
we stood 
in all seasons ,
all weathers 

looking around
 fallen soldiers 
broken trunks 
tore from the ground 
years they held
 their ground
 
now sitting 
at the fire 
a log in my hand 
only now 
you give me warmth 
soldiers are trees 

around a fire 
we tell our tale 
as firmly we stood 
against the gale 
another day 
another battle


Details | Haiku | |

Winter Scene - Haiku

     Winter Scene - Haiku

pine needles hold snow
ice, like broken glass, cracks roads 
winter sweeps it clean


Details | I do not know? | |

Talk To Me

The dark, damp weather rips at my soul,
it tells me to come and enjoy it.
This great gift from nobody, knocks at my door,
But I'm not answering, because I already know.
I'm out, loving the clouds
that have kissed the ground today.

I walk to the edge of the world,
in my dark, damp Haven.
Where a single tree sits on the 
coast of the pacific.
Under the tree I sit and talk to the weather,
thanking it for being.

It needs not talk for it is mute
and it's actions show all. 
Today it is here for me. Cold.
So I talk to it.
"Thank you for the great weather today"

The wind blows,
it has spoken.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Lovely Birds Life

Birds are happy pleased I swear
They are satisfied 
Homes in the trees
Early in the morn, hungry they go
At sunset, full they come
Every day is a festival
They talk birdsong
Daytime among verdure and flowers
Raindrops their showers
Sleeping on time
Healthy they are
No impression nor vigil
Marriage in a minute
No money
No mine nor yours
Just fly to get things
All things are free
The land is wide
The sky is wider
Wake up and fly! 
 


Details | I do not know? | |

CLOCK

In the vast beauty and diversity
                 of the reaches of the cosmos
           impresses upon us all
the shear minute dust we are
                 in any comparison
The simplicity of laws
            that govern it's most basic
     and complex movements
Birth , Life , Death
                 some would distain this as "circular"
as the patterns in creation are
for all things existing within its confines
the birth , life , death of stars   , galaxies
entropy and the recirculation of those elements
into new structures encased
                 in the womb for new material
apply equally to the diversity of structures
                 cycling on the little blue marble
seed  sprout   bush    tree     seed 
seed  sprout   plant    flower     seed
seed   baby    child     adult       seed
same  down    onthe   cellular    level
same  down    tothe    atomic     level 
                 and its clock
in a state of perfectly circular self propagation
For those who foolishly accuse us of being
 
                   CIRCULAR
 
Let me explain              a simple something
     how we measure time in the cosmos
 
is based on a circular orbital movement of planets
                      and stars
and as for thinking
are questions seeking answers which just
                     lead to more questions
 
          and that's the beauty of it
 
       simplicity defines even the most
        complex systems that function
 
right down to the circuit boards for computers
        and technology
 
Mama      seals     it      with     Kiss
        Keep it simple stupid
 
anyone who doesn't know
a clock embedded in the universe
has not recognized his own 

Ecc 8:17
9:5-10
 
COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Free verse | |

tulip tree

the tulip tree tosses petals
to the dying maple tree
tree cutting men and chain saw converse
leaving stumps ...of words
a twitching, gray squirrel cusses....

the tulip tree has lost its mate


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 | Didactic | |

Concrete Idea

          Concrete Idea

Metal falls from the sky without sound
Bluish white cadmium and nickel 
Trees follow in their shadow
Disintegrate on contact
A simple thermometer reads common thoughts
When in a dream of water
But this is an element of surprise 
Coming to life in our real world while awake
Science rises to the occasion of simple speculation
Something caused the event near by the lake
Trees just don’t disappear….disintegrate 
An asteroid made of metals could have done it 
Or something similar comes to mind
The September 10, 2013 meteorite discovery 
The 6 tailed asteroid P/2013 P5 made of rocks could be the culprit
Or one of its cousins caused the blaze and ultimate find
Perhaps gneiss, schist; slate or even marble metamorphic rocks
Determined the destruction at the site
It must have been an asteroid of some sort….There’re sure 
But nothing concrete from science is found in this tale
Except the Hubble discovery of a 6 tailed meteor called P/2013 P5
And that’s the only solid idea and concrete thought to share


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 | Alliteration | |

I am a tree

I am a tree that is bright

I wander when i get to see the day that some body climbs on the branches

I hear little kids playing 

I see the day I will be cut down

I want to live forever

I am a tree that is bright

I pretend to be a little tree

I feel the beautiful sunlight on my leaves

I touch the soggy cool ground

I worry that I will never be played around

I cry when I don't see any little kids playing 

I am a tree that is bright

I understand that I will not live forever

I say that I am happy being a tree every day of my life

I dream that one day I will grow again

I try to be as pretty as I can with my leaves changing colors every season

I hope I will be around for a really long time, but I know I can't

I am a tree that is bright

 By: Stormi Skaggs


Details | Free verse | |

Hunger And Home For Trees

       Hunger And Home For Trees

Trees hungry for the sun turn towards the fire
Which catches them as they cannot run
And in turn, turns them black
Once they towered towards the sky in green
Fresh air took them there at night serene
Filed them erect like sticks
Squeezed them as they dreamed
Of being piled tooth picks
Ignited by the hungry fire
Trees breathed their last sparks of life
Expired on the spot
Wood that remains in damaged ash
Not fit for homes
Only letting the worms
Within live out their term 
 


Details | Free verse | |

Kyle the Child Vagrant

Eldest oak in the grove, let me scramble through your earthly bindings
Allow me to traverse your knotted limbs, until the top is conquered 
No other place is greater than here, so warm amongst these scraggly boughs 
I wish only that my roots were as critical as yours, that I had somewhere to belong.


Details | Narrative | |

Tallow Tree

One of your relatives sprouted behind my house
Cut it down twice...fat chance
Ended up damaging my half paid for home
I wanted revenge, so I resorted to torture
Dug up and hacked roots; soaked oil and poison
No dice...stripped off all the bark at the base
Well THAT did the trick...dead inside of two months
Fell flat on its ass (I helped a little)
Sucker almost got me on the way down
Guess it was taking one last parting shot...

Then I moved back up to my native state,
out in the woods with no other house in sight
Found you in a perfect spot in the back yard
Basically no trunk...just huge thick branches,
grown out at about forty-five degrees;
perfect for great-grand's to scramble up and sit
("Look paw-paw, look at me!"..."Be careful!" I fume)
In the spring you bloom green-yellow flowers
In summer, assorted butterflies and bees 
It's September now...you're growing shiny berries
which will mature, then the walls will peel away
and there you are... tiny white Tallow seeds
used in Asia to make candles and soap
and oil; nature-made vegetable oil
Your leaves are used as herbal medicine;
topical ointment to treat skin ailments
Your American nickname is "Popcorn Tree"
And I'm not going to lay one finger on you...


Details | Prose Poetry | |

My Old Walking Stick

There are no months as beautiful as early summer months wild flowers make the headlines,
Leaning heavy on my old worn hazel wood stick walking to a wooded meadow out of breath,
Clusters of Primrose and large patches of Blue Bells chat with clumps of Spring Violets,
As I stand wheezing the wonderful smells the dampness of wood and flowers give me air.

Lesser Celandine flowers between March and May heart shaped leaves a glistening yellow,
Now feeling a little better my head lifts the top of some large trees seem so far away,
The Cuckoo flower has leaves deeply toothed with spear stems, shows off all its beauty.
The kindle under my gentle walking cracks loudly so the meadow and trees know I am here. 

There is a second spring in the forest wooded meadow Snowy Mespilas with white flowers,
It reminds me of winter snow I once enjoyed these days my legs are not what they were,
The tree of heaven spreads climbing sixty feet and the Alder with soft purple catkins,
Leaning on a tree happy to be here with warm sun finding its way through high branches.
 
Hedgerows dress in the same vernal-looking hue and a Chipmunk darts across a small field,
The Chipmunk runs up the side of a nearby tree if he new me well he would not run away,  
Thick scented heather lives on the moorlands side by side with an evergreen Bog Rosemary,
A furry little face high up on a branch is watching me in the same way I am watching him.

A Judas tree with round leaves clusters of magenta, pea like flowers greet me this day,
I wonder why it is called the Judas tree is it the one Judas hung from with silver coins, 
Cornelian Cherry flowers at the end of winter, followed by richest bright orange fruits,
A Japanese Quince shows splashes of color they are so white, or salmon or very very pink.

Weigela a beautiful shrub will bell like flowers and a deep red rose brighten the woods,
Times getting on now and I am tired but standing in this beautiful meadow I feel so alive,
Doesn't matter how old or how well a person maybe that same natural beauty is seen by all,
So leaning heavily on my companion the hazel stick I walk back to my home it's a great day.


Details | Rhyme | |

Fall

Fall 
Falling, loosing solid footing of the solid ground, 
I look out of the window and see a tree.
It’s a marvelous sight to see, a rarity longing to be found.
It had a strong trunk with beautiful green leaves.

The days came and went as I would look upon it every day for inspiration.
One day I saw the leave changed to many different colors, from amber oranges to yellows and reds.
Yet it stood there with full aspirations.
I saw as the seasons took away its beauty, leaving it looking half dead.

I would pass by the window and see the tree in the mists of blizzards of snow,
The tree’s beauty was taken away and now it’s tortured by ice cold winds.
And yet it stands firm against the fury of winter that is bestowed.
It stands there unwavering, waiting for the end.

The months go by as the torture does its worst.
Until one morning, a leaf sprung out.
The days passed and more leaves appeared like a magical burst.
Tree kept its faith through the worst without any doubt. 

I came to realize there is much to learn from the beautiful tree.
Just because we fall, doesn’t mean we have lost. 
Like the tree when we are stripped of our beautiful achievements and successes me mustn’t flee.
Stand firm and fight through at all cost.

For the warmth of success will soon come and mend your heart that is broken.
Collect yourself and begin to spring forward and onward,
Because a fall doesn’t mean that it is the end,
But a beginning waiting to spring out. 


Details | Dodoitsu | |

SACRED OAK



Great Spirit, my wife withers the sky wants her to return let the wind carry your roots she is milkweed seed Great Spirit, the land empties war takes my people away their blood stains the forest floor your peace will bring life Great Spirit, we honour you generations speak your name though seasons drop like fall leaves thank you for your gifts
By Cyndi MacMillan, For Russell Sivey’s Trees Content This is the story of the Sacred Oak of Lenni Lenape tribe of the Delaware First Nation People. The Sacred Oak is a 500 year old Chinkapin Oak that is located in the Oley Valley of Pennsylvania. According to Native American lore, a young chief’s lovely wife is so gravely ill that she is near death. Desperate to save her, the chief goes to the Sacred Oak and asks for his wife’s life. When he returns to his camp, his wife is well. Years pass and the tribe is at war with another tribe. Again, the chief travels to the Sacred Oak and asks the Great Spirit for guidance. The chief is granted an idea and gathers blankets and beads and gifts for his enemy. The gifts are accepted and the rival chiefs smoke a peace pipe. The Sacred Tree became a place where one could find help from the Great Spirit. The tree still stands. It is over 500 years old and stands 73 feet tall and is over 21 feet in girth. Recently, deadwood was trimmed so that the tree can continue to grow. Chief Gentlemoon and 25 people from the Lenni Lenape tribe have held a ceremony to revitalize the tree. Though the tree is situated on private land, it is accessible to the general public for viewing.


Details | Chastushka | |

MOTHER nature shops at thrift SHOPS by the amazing free cee

MOTHER NATURE SHOPS AT THRIFT SHOPS

I watched the trees grow strong and tall
The rain and rainbows is how they were able to thrive
I’ve heard tell of one, but as for me I’ve never seen one fall
The only ones I stand among are vividly alive

The compost was years of dried up leaves and tears
The soil rich with nutrients that we may continue to grow
Each summertime we did that which we did
And in the windy and woeful winter each one of us simply hid

Hidden from the wind and the frost falling down
Hidden from the winter’s woeful wail
Those were the times Mother Nature wore a wine stained gown
And others when she wore second hand clothes on sale

Trees all around me with stories thus to tell
A thousand years old is quite a lengthy tale
Then one by one my fellow trees simply fell
Dead to end up a fence, a rod or a rail

With a thunderous thud my neighbor’s roots could hold that tree no more
The tallest of trees fell as a gasping and gaping crowd gathered around
If a tree falls but no one sees it does it make a noise when it hit’s the forest’s floor? 
Then I am the only tree when I fall, although all alone, everyone will still hear my sound
        © 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~


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All The Trees

All the trees I knew are gone.
Removed by fear and greed.
No longer to sing a song,
As wind blows through their leaves.
Never again to drop a seed.

The trees of our childhood delight
Where I carved her name, like we'd never part.
Where we camped under at night,
or cried with a broken heart.
Where plans were made for a new start.

The old tree house broke into bits.
The tree where you fell and split your head.
Where long gone grandpa cut a switch,
Under which we gathered, and she said,
"I Do".  And followed where ever he led.


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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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Sakura's favourable conditions

Hannah under cloudy                                                                                                   pink tree petals drop like snow                                                                                     winter passed peace


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As I woke up

As I woke up

As I woke up this morning
The sky was scarlet red
I left my wife a dreaming
As she slumbered in her bed
The dark clouds floating in the sky
Said today there would rain
The birds were softly singing
A wonderful refrain

I took the dog out for a walk
As the breeze, it touched my skin
We walked the silent streets, did we
There weren’t no sign of din
That does come when folk awaken
As the noisy day does start
I really love these early morns
They’re a whisper in my heart

The trees they danced so lazily
On the breeze that was so mild
The parrots flew above my head
They looked so free and wild
Everything was beautiful
As the sun did light the sky
I felt a pang of loneliness
Within the ravens cry.

29 October 2014.


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A Pine Tree

The pine tree in its mystery, it sings
Of fighting, battles, bravery, wars won.
Through its needles the cannon rings
Faint memories of Attila the Hun;
Of great Arthur as Excalibur sings;
Alexander, his conquest done.
This immortal tree has seen many things:
Its roots soaked in blood, witnessed the first sun;
Bent by the wind, frozen as the ice stings;
And it lives on, seared by those machine guns.


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Snow Falling on Tree in Winter

The tree never asks why?
"Why does the snow land on my branches?"
It cares little, for it knows it is enough--snow or no snow.
The tree never asks why?
"Why do those birds sit on my branches?"
It cares little, for it knows it is enough--birds or no birds.
The tree never asks why?
"Why does it grow dark day after day?"
It cares little, for it knows it is enough--year after year.
The tree never asks why?
"Why is there a heaven?  Why is there a hell?"
It cares little, for it knows it is enough when at last it's time to depart.


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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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An Old Tree

An old tree stands alone,waiting for no one,
but the bright warm sun.
His branches reach far and wide,
as if to hug you and touch the sky.
He stands tall and firm each day,
to shade all from the brightest sun ray.
Greeting all who come to see him,
for he is your friend and  will do you no harm.
Give him respect when you come by,
for you never know when he'll say good bye.
For many years he has been alone,
he made this land his only home.
do no harm to this tree so old,
winter is coming ,his leaves grow cold.
He can be frail in ice and in snow,
treat him right and he will know.
A cracking branch,it may snap,
watch out for it may trap.
He's lived a long life and has loved all,
old tree will we see you next fall?
If we do not we will not forget,
what a friend you have been,
frombegining to end.
A friend who's been faithful,
a friend who's been true.
for there is no other tree,
who looks like you do.
Trere is only one,and only one you will be,
for each tree is different,
like no other you see.
so I thank you for the times we had,
for your gentleness and rugged way's,
for all the climbs and all the day's.
For growing up with me through the years,
to say good bye,
brings sad tears.
So to you my friend,
I will let you know you will not be forgotten.
You my dear friend will live on you see,
through your children,
yours, and mine to be.
I will watch your children with mine grow.
This is not the end,but a new start,
I carry your friendship,
alway's to heart.


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The Character of Trees

There is a sadness in the Birch
In Autumn with the fall of leaves.
So silently, so no one hears
She sheds her golden tears.

There is a steadfastness in Oak,
It spreads its giant lofty limbs
In widening arcs for all to see;
A venerable mighty tree.

There is a softness in the Larch
Its feathery leaves cascading down
In waterfalls towards the ground;
Small fir-cones scattered all around.
	
There is a proudness in the Plane.
This city dweller stands aloof,
Cheats pollution with pealing bark
In roadside verge or formal park.

There is a beauty in the Beech;
It has the greenest leaves in Spring,
So small and delicate and bright,
Unfurling in the early light.

Eternal hope is in the Yew
Immortal in the cemetery,
Transcending death, it speaks of life
For souls who leave this world of strife.


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Some call this Life

Don't search for apples anymore.
The apple tree has died.
It gave all the apples that it had.
Now it is nothing more than a piece of wood.
Nobody has interest for an apple tree without apples.
Nobody gives it some water to survive.
Not even the dry mother earth.
Nobody.
This is the fate for every apple tree that has nothing to give.
This is the fate of everything alive being on the earth.
This is the law of nature.
Some call this life.

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


Details | I do not know? | |

The Swaying of the Grass

1.

 

A path leads,

to where wild grass grows,

 

sashaying in the summer breeze.

 

2.

 

Along the path,
lightness settles within,

 

feeling the grass,
swooning,
tickling ankles,

 

swaying to the lilting bird-song,

in a dance of intimate abandon,

 

brushing the remnants of pain away.

 

3.

 

Melodies float across fields of green,

delicately caressing my heart,

 

teasing emptiness to flee,

comforting the mind,

 

to silently be.

 

4.

 

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


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Still Connected

From planted seeds, trees have grown.
My hope, regards this scene, is to remind you of home.

Rooted and grounded have the trees come to be.
From different forests, though, are both you and me.

Yet, like one tree that grows and bares many branches:
Rather northward, to the south, eastward, or to the west;

And no matter where fruits from a tree are selected.
I want you to know we're still connected.


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Goethe's Path

          Hallowed ground this path pervades

                As if by fate, alone I tread
           To hear the whispered serenades

     Of redwood song through timeless threads


             From long forgotten centuries

           Melodic echoes through the mist
                A haunting hint of reverie

                Perhaps a plea to coexist


           If by chance you amble through

     These auburn temples fringed with grace
       A thoughtful pause - your cares adieu

           The healing magic of this place


25 Jun 2014
Goethe Stanza Contest


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BESIDES A SOOTHING SHADE

Besides a soothing shade, leaves
adorn many different trees
and I love them in three seasons...
all have their dimensions.


My springs are spent
underneath one of them...
you have your very own
on which thoughts have grown.


Ever seen, or felt the gloominess
of a bare tree exposed to sunlight,
its bark gets drier and peels off...
tossed by wind, it'll fall downright.   


Any plant, bush or tree without leaves
is like a stunning woman without hair:
her vanity taken away and she's sent into despair,
but if her hair grew back, so would her glorious dreams.  


What about the birds that need leaves
to make their nests between branches,
and can't find none...is this the end of their amazing species?
Who ever thought that besides a soothing shade, there's nothing left?


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Evergreen Forests

Green and blue firs dot Forests wide and so…silent; Mother Nature’s hat.


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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!!


Details | Free verse | |

The Calmative

            The Calmative

In forest, after the soft rain, a blanket of moss holds green
Holds water to balance the day with shade providing sleep
Woodland creatures know the soundless floor keeps secrets
As they step through the wet unfolding silence
Even the blue birds, flap a quiet wing while soaring by
Tranquility has no color, has no smell, or taste
It fills in the deepest well and falls just like a feather
On the forest ground
The calmative of nature forms 
A bubble around a troubled world
A yawn picks up where sleep left off
And when we wake we talk
We only say kind words
And only in a whisper, on a pillow of green moss  
Nothing gained, nothing lost
Then slip back to oblivion 
To the calmative deep in sleep


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Maple

red
orange
glowing trees
the last hurrah
falls


Details | Rhyme | |

A Moment In Birding

A warbler flits just out of sight
High up in the trees
His vocal song comes raining down
But still I cannot see

He gives me but the shortest glimpse
Behind the curtained leaves
Whilst singing here and flitting there 
In the tops of trees

The singing stops but still I look
Scanning high and low
Hidden now by just one leaf
My hope now starts to grow

Into the suns shining spotlight
Thos little bird hops out
For just a moment and then he's gone
I give a joyful shout

Deep into trees the bird flies on
Ne'er more to grace my eye
But with my glass I search on still
To fine one more surprise


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Endless Tree

            Endless Tree

It seemed to be an oak with tan and dark bark
The climb aloft began by moonlight with certain ease
So many branches, almost like steps, falling in the dark
Footfalls from me to up above
A red round sun met up with me at day break
I refused to stop my journey skyward
For hours I ascended to the heavens
By daylight it was obvious to see, this was not an oak
Soft leather boots pulled me up and through
Thick leaves and appendages like arms, bending at the end
Held on to me as I held on to them
And we became each other’s friend
Perhaps half way up by now, I guessed 
I had to rest as legs and strength gave out
No doubt the tree might feel the same
If only it knew how
It grew in front of me as I looked down
Bad weather changes came
After three days climbing upon more climbing
Foreign tree, rooted in the ground, elevated by wind and rain
I continued skyward having nothing better to do
About a half mile further up and on
I perceived a protrusion or perhaps a hole
A lack of sleep had drained me to the core
I took my time and it took me but slower
Beef jerky and a flask of juice were all I had
My soul was also nourished in the loft
As green yellow birds built their homes
Insects ran about up there waiting to be eaten
And the wholeness of the tree kept company 
Kept us all alert up there
No doubt by now, the tree was in its element
I finally made my way to the giant hole or room
Looking above, the timber went on for miles in the sky
The tree had held a reservation for me to sleep
So I did as it requested as its guest
Crawled right in and settled down
To take a little slumber in the lumber 
Before proceeding      


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Green Leaves

Green The color of the leaves The tree so proud To have its glorious leaves To shine so bright Within the sunlight It radiates an aura Of purity These green leaves Of the humble tree Wafting so high Within the air Of the hillside Trees beating off the rocks The rolling stones That invades The hills Where the trees And the leaves Live and survive Wondrously A true beauty Are the green leaves Greenery That will live On the lovely trees
Russell Sivey


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A Spring in the Glade

In a far off field are dark green blades growing and a lovely daisy nodding,
In a far off meadow a king-cup stands there, with a yellow primrose so fair,
In a far off glade there is green grass growing, there I will rest my feet,
A warm bright sun shines in the sky and a warm breeze closes my tired eyes.

The grass in the glade is sweet and long, softer better than any noble bed,
And the sweetness of the grass and the warm sun made me dream many dreams,
Then suddenly awakened by the low roar from from a waterfall from far away,
I realized it was raining and the noise was from a thousand drops on leaves.

Now standing under a tree the rain is soft and gentle, gracious and warm,
New life came into me as I stand beneath an oak tree listening to gentle winds,
The steady rain wets meadows and mead's, down through cracks in the peat,
It travels underground meeting the other raindrops to flow as spring water.

Clear springs are feeding the runners, swelling brooks making its way to rivers,
There are silver drops on the glade flowers and trees, far away faint rainbow,
The sun returns, the bright beams reflects from the wet grass as little prisms,
And a bine of crow's-foot entangled in the branch of an elder tree, glistened.


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Tree Hugger

I’ll never understand
people who destroy trees.
Those stationary counterparts to humans,
have so many stories and wisdom to share.

Like the lines on faces;
each limb speaks volumes, 
about its personality.  
Each curl, a journey; with each twist, 
a curve ball is thrown its way and 
it’s forced to detour.

Where the squirrel and bird see real estate; 
I see a being, ecstatic about life.
A sentinel and friend, guarding my yard, 
nurturing my inner child.

The whispering leaves on wind, 
Sing their songs; lull me into a deep sleep.
Creating shade for cooling and shadows that,
jettison my imagination,
on a journey through timeless universes.

When I hug a tree, I feel love; 
they are providers, 
generously sharing their ionic breath, 
with all life.

From poet to painter; 
trees are friends and inspiration.  
We share similar bodies and limbs, 
but tree roots are more solid than humans, at times.
They need not roam; nor are they restless.

They defend when Sol’s angry temper rages; 
we cower near trees, for safety and tree faces, 
are charred a crispy black; still they stand guard.
They will heal and prepare for his next tantrum.

Life giving breath, are the trees and 
they work hard for our respect.  
No, I will never understand why people destroy,
 such souls, as trees.


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Leaf Tear And Kiss

            Leaf Tear And Kiss

Atop the oak tree with green leaf on the overlook 
Red sun hung up there with it on the cliff
A valley held out, cupped its hand, waited
On a tiny leaf like tear
It broke off to sojourn down
Lovers pointed up to see the floating green transform
Turn its colors into a kiss
Bright colors released into their souls
Leaf brushed like a feather on their cheeks
A kiss just below the eyes 
Changed before them as it faded
From green to multicolored to brown
Dropped before it landed like a sweet kiss on the mouth
It touched their lips, transformed them on the spot
Kissed them once again just above the earth
As they soured on
Into October bliss


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The Woods Uphill

Stately,slender trees-
Procession towards heaven
From the woods uphill


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Shadow World

          Shadow World 

Wondering off the world are shadows
Trees tried to stay behind
To settle with the sun of red, to make it right and just
Beyond its light
Something wrong had happened to its core
The star focused on objects in reflection
Had nothing left to give to life but death
Objected to moving things in general
With indifference there
Exploded with anticipation of the night
Could not contain dark places looking for escape
Colors could hardly stick to trees
Stationary in their place as was their nature
Seemingly anesthetized to numbness by the sudden blast
Anathematized or cursed  
Trees were the last to stand
They held themselves in dirt
And could not reason with the star
Executed on the spot along with every form of life
For failure to do their job
No one or thing had a say in this grave matter 
All things destroyed in one quick flash of light
To become a splinter in the eye of sun as it went nova 
And when the planet settled into total darkness
To become an empty orb
When the sun lost power
To become the dark
Sunk in on itself and vanished
No one said a prayer
For no one was there to care
Or left alive in Shadow world
A burnt out cinder


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Goethe's Path

Goethe's Path


Forested trail so lush and newborn greens

 sweet new discoveries from hours to days
 beauty meets the eyes in so many scenes

 Nature pleases spirit in soothing ways


Calm breezes gently stir within the trees
 
 escape from life serves well and reminds
 of gentle mercies in the tall forested seas

 life exists in so many shades and kinds

 
Time lingers along the path to please
 
 no rush to race for the wonderous end
 as furry critters wander about in  ease

 sweet trail comforts like a dear friend


06-15-2014

Sponsor--  craig cornish 
Contest ,  Goethe Stanza


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Change of clothes

Long twisted  stretching tendrils
Dressed in green summer clothes
Skin hard wrinkled and furrowed
Turn to rustic burnished copper and golds
Shiver in Autumn
As the cold wind blows.





Peter Dome.copyright.2014.


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Only When the Cuckoo Sings

The bursting blossom of a pear tree twist and swirl with a lavishing beauty,
Promising plenty of fruit along each smooth branch and bough delivering all,
Rosebushes red buds burst into leaves with fresh dew dripping on grass,
A shy foxglove shakes in soft breeze hides her sweet face behind new leaves.

The taccamahac a name to deal with, blazes yellow across the heaths and downs
They grin as you walk down old lanes forgotten fields and old secret places,
The chestnut's pale sticky leaves glisten in deep woods with every sun beam,
And the mighty oak tree whispers to the sun, "Let us have one day's warmth."

The hedges are impatient blackthorn blossom gone now showing hints of green,
It's not winter nor summer it's natures no-mans-land mint essence in the air,
The cuckoo sits on a bare branch besides young buds once he sings it's spring
Then greenness will steal across country, streams boil, and mead's will dry.


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while climbing a tree haiku

while climbing a tree,
nature taps me on my arm
and simply says 'here'


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Feathered Alarm Clock

Ready or not it is time to arise
She has been busy all night and it is time to close her eyes

She lives nearby high in a tree
Her rise and sleep cycle is an alarm clock for me 

She has been hunting all night and it is time to rest
She is feeding her owlets and tending to their nest

I hear them noisily demanding their food
they must be an adorable feathered brood

Then as dawn breaks in the sky
Mama owl proclaims it is time to say bye

She calmly sings her song acoustic 
I awake hearing her music

This natural cycle repeats every night
She tells me it is time for me to sleep as she takes flight


Details | Free verse | |

Pillar of Power

towering above the leaf-strewn lawn
is a pillar of power,
its many tiers executing the daily task
of lighting your obstruction box.

the birds seem to enjoy the view,
wouldn't you agree?
but I cannot help but wonder if they
would be happier, healthier
in their tree castles,
where they can look through the
branches to the soil they are 
firmly rooted to -
the most primitive connection of elements,

the bird -
the tree -
the earth.


Details | Verse | |

Coconut is proud

Coconut is proud,
Of her properties and prospects, 
Though beaten and defamed
By Palm and Sunflowers often. 
Cholesterol is controlled,
Blood pressure high is curbed,
Skin is toned and moistened,
Hair is finely fortified from roots.
Dishes are made delicious,
Frying done healthy and tasty
Are a few of many a benefits 
The mindful mass concerns much.
Milk, ‘water’, ‘flesh’ and husk,
Leaves, stem and compound roots 
Are of uses and values great;
Another nature’s gift on man.
Cure and care to cancer too,
To balance endocrine in tunes, 
Health to Oral, Liver and Heart,
All is known and proven facts.
Myths about  origin and traverse
Are varied, but all do approve
Her heritage since ages;
One of the blest on man’s domain.


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Arbor vitae

I think I should have
Been born a tree -
- Maybe a silvered birch
With feather veined
Leaves -
- I could greet 
My tall reflections
That swim saintly inside
The nearby streams -
- Or a lofty, leafy oak,
Crying slow orange tears in autumn
And being a shoulder
For solemn lonely birds
To cry on - 
- It has been said
That I always had my head in the clouds.


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Point Lobos Paths

Last Fall, my church's Scouts and I went hiking.

A few miles north of Big Sur’s coast,
There is a forested park much to our liking.

Point Lobos is the nature preserve that I love most.


The beauty there is supernal, beyond description.

We chose our trails with maps and compasses,
And practiced local plant identification.

I pointed out Monterey Pines and Cypresses.


For a time we climbed a steep inclination.

We looked down into a cove, home of sea otters,
From a viewpoint near the old whalers’ station.

We climbed through a cleft worn down by waters.


That Saturday outing wasn’t a total disaster.

The boys passed tasks to advance in ranks.
Life doesn’t get much better for an old Scoutmaster.

Lastly, to the Great Spirit we all gave thanks.




For Goethe Stanzas contest


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Dalliance With The Winter Birch

            Dalliance With The Winter Birch

Crystal glances at the brilliant blue 
Marching up there with blinding sun soaked sky
Clouds stream by 
They come apart in seams of wonder  
As the day begins to shine
Work waits there on the farm
A dalliance with winter wind and trees begin
White limbs swing limp, spring back again on birches
Firm roots, frozen earth, hold the hard wood down
I climb the highest branches there  
At 8:00 am farm chores start once again
They can wait for just a while longer
While all of nature sinks into the skin
As I figure out how to return
Somehow I got lost above the trees
Tangled in the maze of branches
Caught, never found, while climbing birches 
Never quite figured out
Which way was up or down 


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Cicadas

The front yard of my house in Tyler There stands twenty three, long needle pines A insect emerges from the ground And crawls up a tree in a straight line When growing up we called them locust But Cicada is the proper name Straight from the ground they are like big grubs These nymphs transform and don’t stay the same Climb up the tree from two to eight feet Their skin hardens, they push with all might Their back eventually splits open They emerge, dry their wings and take flight This can all happen while you’re asleep But you can see all their husks on the trees You know they’re there from the noise they make The males all seeking females to please Most of their life is spent in the ground When they take wing they live to just mate As nymphs they suck sap from the tree roots Mating done, eggs laid, death is their fate The eggs will hatch from the twigs and leaves Then before long they fall to the ground They’ll dig on down, attach to tree roots Their life cycle keeps going around


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My Precious Squirrel: Memory of a Tree

I was born at the edge of a field 
that captured the shadows at sunset
I was an adolescent, 
when I watched men plant odd, angular rocks
where a  strange, hollow tree sprouted,
maturing unnaturally fast.

I was disturbed to see the creature’s marrow shape, 
no rings, only a labyrinth 
of vertical and horizontal lines

An alien cousin perhaps…

It was some time after the strange tree formed bark
that I saw it glow for the first time…
So many eerie eyes glaring like creatures of the dark
I was chilled to my roots

In summer people came,
squirrels with two legs, they busily made a nest there 
and the tree howled and laughed by day, 
and watched with bright, vigilant eyes at night

The smallest squirrel often wandered away 
and came into the grove of my ancestors
and climbed into my arms;
she seemed so strong
but when she nestled into a crook
and watched the clouds roll over hilltops
seemed so small and fragile,
the weight of her thoughts heavier
than the weight of her body

She came when the sun scoured the field
and before the rain
alone, unafraid
her face always a storm of contemplation.

Sometimes, she would talk to me,
tracing my wrinkles,
asking questions and seeming as if she understood 
the whispered replies from my leaves
and the creaky laughter of my branches.

She made me special. 
She could have sought 
the cradling branches any other,
but she chose me, claimed me as her secret.

Her chubby fingers and tiny feet
tickled my existence 
until she no longer climbed.

Instead, she warmed my roots 
As she stared into the hills,
a magic branch pressed the contours of the valley
onto sheaves of white leaves
replacing her voice.

I imagined her rings forming, 
perfect, wise circles, though no wrinkles etched her bark
she was changing so fast…

And then she came no more, 
none of the squirrels came, 
the strange tree stood abandoned
even when I was dressed in respectable summer green
and I thought, perhaps 
she had found more interesting landscapes.

But one day, she returned, 
the same and yet very different
and brought with her two small squirrels,
each resembling her

They brought laughter into the grove,
climbing branches and squealing in delight
and my old friend once again settled at my roots
with her magic stick and white leaves,
writing and drawing me into her memories

just as my precious squirrel
was already ingrained in the very rings
of my heart.


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The Diwali Tree

Magnificent lights adorn the biggest Christmas Tree in the world,

It glows with Indian colours and flair,

Passers-by stop and stare,

Surrounded by ritzy shops and blocks of ice,

Skaters showing their expert talents with all their
might,

A Diwali Tree sure to ascertain International revelrie,

brightens up New York City,

It brings glee to all around,

Its exuberance overflows and astounds,

A beautiful tree that will bring moments of the Holidays
to everyone that sees it,

Whether rich, poor, happy or sad, such a spectacular sight
makes everything seem alright.



Details | Haiku | |

Lotus Tree Exposed - Haiku

     Lotus Tree Exposed – Haiku

Lotus falls to earth  
To addictions harvesting
Asphyxiated   


Details | Free verse | |

Family Tree

Our family tree will never stop growing…our faith and comfort will never crumble
Love grows here…so have no fear—God is near
My family, though packed up with pride and low self-esteem, still appears humble
Mirth produces joy and our hope gives birth to cheer

God is our Father; who could play this role as skillfully? Who, other than God, created the world so genuinely?
Love comes from He…so scare away the anxiety—God will grant us ecstasy
My family, though packed up with hope and despair, cherishes my soul with glee
Rebirth and life comes from He and our faith should draw near to thee

"i love you sweet boy..we will have fun this summer and be a close and godly family..nighty nit my light"
This summer, I am positive that we will be a close and godly family
But we must be lights of the world…and we must be willing to finish that race of hardships to earn His dignity
By all means, we will have an enjoyable break without paying a fee
But we must be God’s faithful followers…and we must be prepared to follow our Shepherd who is the key

Of never-ending faith and comfort, nourishing us abundantly
He still exists…He unravels the insanity
Of this world and set us free from blasphemy
Watching over us with pure vitality

Give us Your water
Don’t leave us in the gutter
Listen to the words we mutter

I pray that our family tree will look up to you devotedly


Details | Rhyme | |

Secret Of A Mango Tree (Mixed Rhyme)

I use time not on shorelines, watching
The great yellow orb…..never rushing
To fade and rest…..before the laughing
Eyes of lovers, as noon wind touching
Them, beneath the coco palms, kissing

But I, like bird on a mango tree nestle
Clinging, childishly, on its sturdy branch
Before my eyes, I see how crickets whistle
With rhythmic tune, as tares foolishly dance

With the gadfly, that flatters free
As I spend the stolen time
Enjoying the nature’s rhyme
Till the tree bears fruits…..just for me

Its fruits, sweet and golden, the tree itself is
No match against the brutal force of nature
Once…twice, standing helpless, while bearded mantis
Forcefully stabbing-in its sting, that rapture    

The innocent soul, that still bleeds
In silence, the mango tree heeds
The wailing beats of its heart
Hapless, lying on the dead ground
While hungry beast started to pound
Feasted….till whole’s torn apart

Scared; it soars, aimless, over seas of thunder
With no hope, in mind, of gazing the wonder
Of the world, for spirits lies under yonder

Mango tree, a glorious image
Of little robin, now, in rage

No clue, if ever peace will live 
In the heart of those, once, deceived

What goodness will it give watching… 
The sun fades sure darkness it’ll bring?  
  
Certainly, no one knows, but me 

The secret of a mango tree





Details | Free verse | |

Thousands of Trees - Chapter 1 - The Ability to Fly

Hold your breath
Not a touch of death
Go above the atmosphere…
Embrace the rainclouds that sponge in fear
Tell them that there’s a hopeful Utopia that lies ahead
Wipe away their tears of dread 
Put all of your doubts to bed
Walk into the orchards of thousands of trees
Scan the rocky paths gingerly…
We’re grazing about like buzzing bees
Unveil the beautiful scene to everyone cheerfully
We can pass as psychopaths….sorry that I said that weirdly
Outlandish owls flutter about
In the current of the aqua-blue sky…we’re soaring so high, making me almost wanna cry! Never wave goodbye to surreal moments like these! 
They’re all going the same route
I can’t help, but ask myself why…why we don’t have the ability to fly like bountiful, pleased bees! God will hear our pleas and guide us with gentle breeze!
Reach to the baby blue sky in childlike innocence
Don’t be fenced in by sad reminiscence…
It will soon turn to the process of evanescence
Someday, we all must turn to repentance…
I’m sorry – I’m trying to help you in this circumstance
He’ll help us out in advance and enhance our joyous appeal – we’re dancing merrily in harmony…in unity, we twinkle with elegance like stars, brightening with brilliance!
Drifting, white clouds pass us by,
Blending and floating in the sundrenched sky
Leave the past behind us – there’s a bright future
With many bright opportunities…that will nurture
Broken-hearted souls like ours…
God has incredible, genius powers
Rely on Him and He’ll take us beyond the distance and fulfill our heart’s desires
He’ll put out the hindrance…the quarrels that spread like wildfires 
Know that God is far greater than men
He bestows us with miracles and gives us hope in mind again and again
So, when in doubt, look up to Him
And our hearts will flourish with far-fetched faith and He suits our fancy; our hearts are pumping with plenty of passionate pleasure – our lights will not dim! 
Instead, He'll fill our cups to the rim
If I were you, I would thank Him! 
Thank you, Lord, for giving me the ability to fly!
I'm crawling out of my shell; I'm bold as a lion, not shy like a sheep, grazing for who knows how long - I get on my knees and sigh...
Fine. I'll repent of my sins that I've committed in the past - it's the truth I cannot cover or deny!  


Details | Prose | |

CONTEMPLATION

Mesmerized by the sleek, sinewy
dancer in the wind;

awed by his graceful sway;
transfixed in his weaving shadow;

Master of Night
illusions;
poet of my dreams;

he stands stripped
to his bare soul
by a winters kiss and yet,
I have more freedom than he

vulnerable to the four winds;
I wonder if he knows that
I fear that others like me
could censor his existence...

he cools my path
and warms the spirit of the earth;
shielding her from
natures cruel embrace.

Rest beneath his
whispering green wings
brings such solace;

my friend;
my favorite tree


Details | Prose | |

Thanking Our Non-Ambulatory Siblings

Every day, we breathe oxygen;
but do we ever thank the trees, 
which provide it?

Trees, like humans, grow and produce offspring.
They have roots in the soil;
human roots walk upon the soil.
Trees have trunks; humans have torso’s.
Trees have limbs and branches;
People have arms and legs.

Tree fingers are tiny twigs,
that grow from their limbs;
branching outwards, 
they stretch to greet the sun; 
just as humankind looks upwards,
 to feel the warmth of the sun.

Like humans, trees have skin;
their bark protects them; 
contains their sinewy, 
wooden muscles and tendons.

When trees breathe; 
they produce oxygen, 
which help humans to breathe.
Trees generously share their, 
breath of life.
Yet, how often do we humans
thank the trees?

They never expect it,
but such a gift deserves
a great big hug and a thank you.

After all, 
it costs nothing to be grateful.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Spring in a Glade

In a far off field are dark green blades growing and a lovely daisy nodding,
In a far off meadow a king-cup stands there, with a yellow primrose so fair,
In a far off glade there is green grass growing, there I will rest my feet,
A warm bright sun shines in the sky and a warm breeze closed my tired eyes.

The grass in the glade is sweet and long, softer better than any noble bed,
And the sweetness of the grass and the warm sun made me dream many dreams,
Then suddenly awakened by the low roar from from a waterfall from far away,
I realized it was raining and the noise is from a thousand drops on leaves.

Now standing under a tree the rain is soft and gentle, gracious and warm,
New life came into me as I stand beneath the oak listening to gentle winds,
The steady rain will wet meadows and mead's, down through cracks in the peat,
It will travel underground meeting other raindrops and flow as spring water.

Clear springs feeding the runners, swelling brooks make their way to rivers,
There are silver drops on the glades flowers and trees and far away is a rainbow,
The sun returns, the bright beams reflect off the wet grass as little prisms,
And a bine of crow's-foot entangled in the branch of an elder tree glistens. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Cheryl Crows (True Tale)

C'mon...just one SQUARE when we wipe?
I waste half a TREE when I swipe
You sing a lovely song
But tell me if I'm wrong
Won't it ITCH and get kinda' ripe?

(I guess if the whole world stinks
Our eyes will just water and blink)

***I want to save our woodlands too! Seriously...why not hay-paper? Kill two birds with one 
stone...or is a blade of grass a tiny tree too?


Details | Rhyme | |

Warner Baxter - Through the mist - 8-20-14

dewdrops are sparkling over cactus thorn like icy diamonds this misty morn cold desert wind through the Mesquite trees the sweet smell of sage lingers in the breeze as the sun climbs past invisible clouds the burning sky melts the misty wet shroud mercury is high but the air is dry somewhere under the tangerine sky


Details | Couplet | |

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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Dance of the Wood Sprites

Dance of the Wood Sprites
 
One late night I was staying in the forest 
when i heard what sounded like singing 
fire crackling and bells ringing 

I decided to see what it was 
so I quietly climbed the hill 
What I saw next gave me a chill 

Wood sprites dancing merrily 
in the full moonlight were they 
about a knee high I would say 

Curious I crawled to take a closer look 
They were dressed all in leaves and fur 
Must be dreaming i thought my head in a blur 

Round and round the fire they went 
carrying spears bows and such 
others in trees numbering much 

War dance ,celebration ,I could not say 
noticing one that seemed to lead 
from a tiny book he began to read 

Chanting over and over again 
Was it a song or was it a spell 
words spoken over again I couldn't tell 

Up from my belly I sprang 
to turn and run away 
The tree before me started to sway 

The creature leaped and landed 
right before my feet 
another and another the song changed beats 

Bows were drawn spears pointed too 
Angry looks on their faces 
up around me fire in blazes 

Taken to the leader forced to my knees 
he then spoke in some unknown tongue 
I noticed a rope from a tree it hung 

Slipped around my neck oh so tight 
Hands bound and tightly tied 
Free myself I couldn't over and again i tried 

As the moon slipped slowly over the hill 
the night darkened faded to black 
I awoke at my site I was back 

The sun now shown 
what a beautiful day 
All a dream I'd have to say 

Packing my gear ready to leave 
when i felt a tiny cut on my ear 
Was it from a tiny wood sprite spear? 


Details | Rhyme | |

Fallen Leaves

Leaves of a tree,
Many colors I see,
But mostly green.
Plenty I have seen!
Reminds me of me,
Fallen from the evergreen!
Some crumpled and brown,
Dried and dead on the ground!
Fallen leaves of a tree falling loosely and falling free!
Reminds me of a spirit down,
Fallen away from its identity!
Leaves of a tree,
Many I can see,
But mostly brown.
Plenty on the ground!
Reminds me of me,
Fallen from the golden crown!
Some still healthy and green,
Shiny and whole from what I have seen.
Fallen leaves of a tree falling loosely and falling free!
Reminds me of a vision foreseen,
Fallen from Grace in society!
Leaves of a tree,
Many I see.
But mostly brown!
Many I have found.
Reminds me of me!
Fallen away from a life of dignity!


Details | I do not know? | |

Roots

(Note:A palindrome, by definition, is a word, phrase, verse, sentence, or even poem that reads the same forward or backward)

Roots of tree now grow and survive. 

Shine in green, leaves photosynthesize, 

Breathe and live long. 

Shade providing foliage blocking, sun, 

So it absorbs rays of warmth.


Warmth of rays absorbs it so, 

Sun blocking foliage, providing shade. 

Long live and breathe, 

Photosynthesize leaves, green in shine. 

Survive and grow now, tree of roots.


Details | Haiku | |

Bullet Fantasy - Haiku

     Bullet Fantasy – Haiku

Bang! Bullet took flight
Branch swayed to take it in stride
On a bamboo breath 
  


Details | Crystalline | |

Frozen in Crystalline 4



Nightingale's song fades in dawn's light Crisp Winter shadows dance with delight


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Blossom of a pear tree

The bursting blossom of a pear tree twist and swirl with a lavishing beauty,
Promising plenty of fruit along each smooth branch and bough delivering all,
Rosebushes buds red buds burst into leaves with fresh dew dripping on grass,
A shy foxglove shakes in soft breeze hides her sweet face behind new leaves.

The taccamahac a name to deal with blazes yellow across the heaths and downs
They grin as you walk down old lanes forgotten fields and old secret places,
The chestnut's pale sticky leaves glisten in deep woods with every sun beam,
And the mighty oak tree whispers to the sun, "Let us have one day's warmth." 

The hedges are impatient blackthorn blossom gone now showing hints of green,
It's not winter nor summer it's natures no-mans-land mint essence in the air,
The cuckoo sits on a bare branch besides young buds once he sings it's spring
Then greenness will steal across country, streams boil, and mead's will dry.


Details | Rhyme | |

Wallney Oak

To hold, as twere, the mirror up to nature
To touch its bark and watch its leaves depart
As if the tree has somehow lost a wager
And with that loss, it somehow just lost heart

A friend thought I should write an ode
To this old tree on Walney Road
This mighty oak that cast a shade
Before the white man did invade
That saw the Indians depart
Back when Lord Fairfax had his start
That saw the settlers clearing land
Who somehow let this oak tree stand
And stand, it stood 300 years
It heard our laughter, heard our tears
It stood there through our Civil War
As Union troops went door to door
It’s known that soldiers set up camps
And on its branches, hung their lamps
Then when this country lane was paved
They placed a curve, this tree they saved
A landmark for those living near
This oak tree that we held so dear
But lightening strikes and driving wind
Have brought this oak tree to its end
Then suddenly one day we found
The county brought this oak tree down
Where once this mighty tree did sway
We’ve naught but memories today

Mdailey	4/20/11


Details | Personification | |

The lone fighter

A young tree stands amongst weather 
Strapped down with only a small piece of wood and leather 
It’s been beaten down by wind and rain 
It’s been left alone to cry in shame 
Left aside in a harshest environment 
Its bark is almost torn off 
The tree is pitched toward a sloping trough
No one fertilized it before the winter 
Soon it may look like a giant splinter
But the young tree still stands up tall 
He’s fighting through a mighty snow squall
The salt from the road has left him weak 
It looks like things for him, are pretty bleak
The years wined by and the tree still stands 
With a sad spirit and a wounded bands 
It tells a story of the years of pain 
And all the damage it disdained  
He stands today with a slight pitch to one side 
It’s the love of God that’s kept him alive


Details | Free verse | |

THE TREE

A big tree will stand in my yard,
A very big tree it will be.
This tree will be the home of many,
The home of many birds and bugs.
The playground of children and birds.
Its' leaves will fall in Fall,
These leaves will make fun for small kids,
And work for me too.
A tree will also begin from this tree,
And years from now when I am gone,
Many birds and bugs will still make their homes
And still sing their songs.
A big, good tree will stand in my yard,
A tree of God.


Details | Prose | |

Field Of Orange

Light in the darkness; Orange blossoms hearld new fruits. They ride the wafting winds. A fruit tree gives birth Fleshing out its little ones; Orchards of newborns. Colored baubles hand On arms reaching for sunlight; Bountiful harvest!


Details | Quatrain | |

Catalpa Worms

In East Texas, the Catalpa tree thrives A parasite eats its leaves to survive A Catalpa worm is black striped on green In the summer, they often strip the tree clean It’s a caterpillar when eating leaves It pupates in the ground I do believe When it emerges from where it did sink It’s a moth know as a “Catalpa Sphinx” Growing up, I called it “Catawba” worm Put one on a hook and just watch it squirm It’s known to be a “super” fishing bait I’ve used them and found they do work great They infest the tree several times a year But just Catalpa trees, let’s make that clear So prized for bait that people plant the trees As bait in winter, they’re OK to freeze Many times we used them on a trot line And for catching big catfish they worked fine They stay on the hook as their skins are tough And for catching pan fish they’re the right stuff If you’re a fisherman should try them And if they’re not local, still get the gem Check out the Internet they are “For Sale” Order them “live” or “frozen” through the mail


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Green and pure

Mankind seeks dominion, and takes it all by brute force..
we took the trees, to have roads, companies and buildings all in a rush...
we mined for gold , not caring the cost..

looking back we realize we should have taken another course..
for every tree cut, another should have been planted of course! 
we didn't do that, and so the forests got sparse,the soil got coarse.. 
beautiful cities emerged, wow! who would have thought?!
 with them however, man got spoilt, 
we stopped walking, and in came the cars,those were classy, but they came with emissions and noise.

Hahaha, the ozone layer gets burned..
even light bulbs emit spurts,
 now the sun shines ,not to warm, but to scorch..
The  rains come to nourish our crops and then take our houses with flood..
Enough !

Now we must retrace our  steps, and chart a new course..
we must plant a tree for everyone we cut..
 no more indiscriminate burning let each waste/refuse be properly disbursed..
we must opt for alternative energy resource..
let us keep mother-earth as much as we can,Green , rich and  Pure.







Details | I do not know? | |

The Teacher Tree

all of them sustain,
some wilted,
all vital,
each a part of the teacher tree.

speaking different parables,
humming different songs,
each falling its own way in the end.

tell me, tell me teacher tree,
why they have to die?
some too soon to truly live,
struggling and suffering.

the sun will scorch,
the winds will dry,
each one of your sacred leaves.

the teacher tree won't answer,
and all the leaves will try
to tell you why they matter.

every living one does matter,
and was made so all could exist.

the teacher tree stays silent,
but answers every one,
and every fallen leaf
is one with him,
forever and forever.


Details | Lyric | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

The Young Ailanthus

The young ailanthus tree grew in a narrow yard
Behind a rowhouse in a block facing the boulevard,
And anyone could tell it never would grow tall;
Only its shadow loomed immense at evening on the wall.
It trembled in a breeze.  It tottered in a blast.
I'd see it battered to the earth after a storm had passed.
Yet always it would rise, and to its limbs would cling
The thick white snows of wintertime and half-grown cats in spring.
In summer, lush and green, it dreamed and seemed to smile
As though it were a jacaranda on some tropic isle.
With hand-like ferns it reached outward and ever higher
Until one day its growth was stopped by the high-tension wire.
And still another day, urban renewal came,
All of the houses with their trees leveling in its name,
So you would never know, in viewing the debris
That over here stood someone's home and on this spot a tree.
Together we were young, in many ways akin,
But I do more than mourn the void where once a tree had been:
I pray that when life's storms torment and buffet me,
I find that power to survive I first knew in a tree.


Details | Free verse | |

Remembering

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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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! 


Details | Rhyme | |

Barren Limbs

The stately ash by the fence that provided welcome summer shade,
Has exchanged its sheltering leaves of opulent jade,
To don an elegant golden robe for a few short-lived days.
Its brilliance is enhanced by the sun's mellow autumn rays.

October winds took their toll exposing bole and limbs so stark,
Revealing uplifted arms as if in supplication from its wrinkled bark.
Where once upon my emerald lawn, frisky squirrels skittered,
Now, with a golden carpet, my sloping lawn is littered.

A wizened "hooty owl" has claimed the treetop as its aerie,
Silhouetted against a harvest moon, creating a scene so eerie.
Mellow moonbeams caress the tree forming a delicate shadow,
That creeps across the lawn as the moon flaunts its nocturnal show!

A family of robins that nested in the tree providing me with delight,
Have long since departed on their annual southerly flight.
Sturdy limbs where chattering finches put on a grand show,
Will soon be adorned with glistening garlands of snow.

Tho' each autumn the foliage from the ash will disappear,
And its outstretched limbs now present a picture so austere,
I'm confident that the ever-caring Creator this coming spring,
Will again adorn my tree in green for another season's fling!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)


Details | Sonnet | |

Carte Blanche

There were two cardinals separated by a tree branch with fruit.
One was a female and the other was a male.
Her four fruits were ripe and his one was not so he became a brute.
She was to the left and he was to the right and looking pale.

Her purple fruits put off enough to make her some ale.
His green fruit was at his feet and were mute.
She kept her guard up waiting for him to sail.
But he never would follow suite.

She became the fruit of the highest branch on the highest tree.
He just sat there perched and barren not even producing the first seed.
She came to be,
The cardinal in lead!

But he never moved from his tree branch,
He was at her feet forever she’s his carte blanche!

®Registered: Ann Rich 2004


Details | Quintain (English) | |

MOTHER nature shops AT THRIFT shops

MOTHER NATURE SHOPS AT THRIFT SHOPS

I watched the trees grow strong and tall
The rain and rainbows is how they were able to thrive
I’ve heard tell of one, but as for me I’ve never seen one fall
The only ones I stand among are vividly alive

The compost was years of dried up leaves and tears
The soil rich with nutrients that we may continue to grow
Each summertime we did that which we did
And in the windy and woeful winter each one of us simply hid

Hidden from the wind and the frost falling down
Hidden from the winter’s woeful wail
Those were the times Mother Nature wore a wine stained gown
And others when she wore second hand clothes on sale

Trees all around me with stories thus to tell
A thousand years old is quite a lengthy tale
Then one by one my fellow trees simply fell
Dead to end up a fence, a rod or a rail

With a thunderous thud my neighbor’s roots could hold that tree no more
The tallest of trees fell as a gasping and gaping crowd gathered around
If a tree falls but no one sees it does it make a noise when it hit’s the forest’s floor? 
Then I am the only tree when I fall, although all alone, everyone will still hear my sound
        © 2011.…Phreepoetree


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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.




jojo7                        2007


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VALUABLE COUNTRY

Autumn Morning Country
The Morning Sky Aquamarine.
The Morning Sun Canary.
The Morning Clouds Pearls of White.
The Morning Birds Ruby Light.
The Morning Grass Emerald Green.
The Morning Leaves Smoky Quartz and Peridot.
The Morning Tree Trunks Citrine Light.
The Morning Smears of Snow Opal White.
The Morning Wind Constantly Clear.

Autumn Afternoon Country
The Afternoon Sky Aquamarine.
The Afternoon Sun Bright Canary.
The Afternoon Clouds Pearls of White.
The Afternoon Birds Rainbow Bright.
The Afternoon Grass Emerald Green.
The Afternoon Leaves Garnet Free.
The Afternoon Tree Trunks Heightened Citrine.
The Afternoon Snow Vanishes Away.
The Afternoon Wind Warming Sways.

Autumn Night Country
The Night Sky a Limitless Blanket of Onyx.
The Night Stars Scatters of Clear Diamonds.
The Afternoon Sun Concealed.
The Night Moon Revealed, a Ball of White Pearl.
The Night Clouds Smears of Tahitian Pearls.
The Night Owls Hues of Jasper and Carnelian.
The Night Grass Darkest of Emerald Color.
The Night Leaves Twirling Free in Dark Shadows.
The Night Tree Trunks Pilars of Darkest Citrine.
The Night Snow Heaving Falling of Akoyian Pearls.
The Night Wind Cooling Blows.


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One Single Needle

Here I stand, on a porch of fragrant aspen wood bewildered by the sea of 
sparkling diamonds shimmering in the sun just past the edge of the wood.
	Eyes squinted, for the brilliant sun is lingering high above the earth’s 
atmosphere smiling over the beautiful scenery of George Lake. 
	The large mass of water, not a true sea, but a lake snug fit inside 
high banks of mossy lands.
	White scattered pillows of clouds up above as if looking upon the 
battlefield of a recent children’s pillow fight residing upon a baby blue blanket 
which fills the entire sky making the day bright and beautiful.
	Though eyes wander about the magnificence of this marvelous sight, 
they stop and admire the most over looked piece to the puzzle of scenery which 
lies before me. 
	A spruce tree, not too large in size, nothing spectacular which draws 
attention unlike the others, but just a spruce tree which has graced this cabin 
with its presence growing unnoticed for many year’s. 
	The sunlight beams upon this tree as if it had a purpose, a higher 
significance than its kind. 
	I slowly turn to admire the beauty of each half inch long pine needle 
which covers its branches. 
	I reach out and lightly brush one with my finger, causing it to fall into 
the palm of my hand with a light feeling weighing as much as a single strand of 
hair. 
	This single needle is even textured if one were to look only a bit 
closer. Only one being could be responsible for such astounding detail.
	I knew there were many, but this tree must contain hundreds, 
thousands or even millions of tiny needles! 
	A thought is brewed up, an epiphany; I look about the marvelous lake 
in its sparkling state and see the hundreds of thousands of trees surrounding 
the water as if it were a barrier for no one to get in, or out. 
	This tiny needle I hold in my palm is one of an enormous number 
only God himself could count, for he is the brilliant designer of this overlooked, 
but oh so complex beauty. 
	This one single needle is beautiful, size does not matter. 


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After The Rain

The cold air still lingers from the storm
And the rain reduces to a mist
The trees still drip, and the grass wet.
The earth drinks up the water
As if she were entering a drought.
When the sky is empty, and the mist stops
The clouds begin to move on.
A deer can be seen wandering through the wood,
A squirrel explores the fresh new world.
And the birds begin their song of awakening.
The sun peeks around the clouds,
And the earth begins to come alive.
A rainbow forms across the sky,
Ducks float across the lake,
Deer drink from the still waters,
Squirrels scurry around searching for food,
And birds fly from tree to tree seeking love.
Days slowly pass, jumbled in a mass.
Grass begins to grow, flowers start to bloom.
Beauty spreads as winter transforms into spring
The world blooms before your eyes
As if she were a new flower in the beginning
Death becomes life in the awake of the morn.


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the world tree

the tree represents the center of the world,
connecting the heavens to the earth...
the roots of the tree hold the earth,
the branches hold the sky...
heaven and hell are the sea and the sky,
and you are the horizon........

......where the great estuary of eternal life merge , as the holy water's of earth flow
to meet and be greeted by the holy water's of heaven . the world tree serves as a
conduit to all life on earth , as the roots of the tree recieve it's messages from the 
creator using the branches ; as above , so below....the horizon is consciousness,
consciousness is but a thin thread of heaven and hell's seperation .
the trunk of the world tree represents the spinal cord of the living , the branches
 represent the universal mind , the roots represent our relationship to all of 
creation . the allegorical use of the spider web represents the connectivity of all 
life on earth ; " what we do to the web , we do to ourselves ...." 
the philosophy and cosmology of the east and west meet to form unity as one 
world mind ; where we stand now is atop humankinds creation , one immense 
land mine. 
we all have a long , difficult journey ahead of us....may we all be blessed with the 
fortitude to persevere......


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GOD'S TREES

GOD’S TREES Poem: Victoria H. Peurifoy © 10/27/2006 God has a way with his trees, The autumn, spring, winter and summer trees are all beautiful in his form. It is amazing as I ride the highway, how God has just Touched each tree and given us Shades of green, auburn, burgundy, yellow, gold, pea, and moss and even gray. The colors don’t seem to end. Even browns, tans and other hues envelope the earth. God gives us different heights, sizes, shapes and dimension just with the touch of his finger or with just a thought in his mind. Feel the breeze from his breath. We need to appreciate the natural beauties with which God has blessed us. Sometimes his nature seems inconvenient for us, but we often forget his nature was here before we were thought about. More colors have I discovered, as I ride this highway. God has made us with colors too; And they too, we have not learned to appreciate. We are just like God’s trees, colorful, shapely, short to gargantuan, and rooted in our ways. God’s trees are of his spirit and mindset. We destroy God’s tree just like we destroy ourselves. The next time you see God’s tree, smile to yourself about how wonderful God is, and how wonderful are his trees.


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The Whisper

                        As I gazed through my window I see a Willow tree..
                        I think I'll go outside and sit beneath it and wheep.

                        As I  wheep beneath this Willow tree I heard a
                        whisper behind me saying...
                        do not be sad my friend I am here to comfort you.

                        As I turned around to see where the whisper was
                        coming from..
                        I heard the samething again..,
                        do not be sad my friend I am here to comfort you.

                       "Who are you I asked," and "What are you I asked?"

                        Why I  am the voice of the Willow tree you sit
                         beneath to wheep!
                        
                          

            

                   


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Brittle finger tree

Brittle finger tree slouching alone, ignored on by the breeze.
		
Days float under your toes,
no hands of friends to hold.
		Poor, brittle finger tree you pray to the Son and sleep in the rain.
			No heart to listen,
no pocket watch to keep—no time to know
how old you’d be if today a cake appeared with candles aglow.

Brittle finger tree wrestling alone.
Recklessly diving into the ground 
unmeaning to disturb baby birds whom house themselves 
in your little, bitter world.
	
	Brittle little finger tree, someday, you must grow. 
As people pass they find themselves apart of your earth.
		You’ll feel the circle of life—you’ll imagine
pretty little girls and boys carving their love into your skin—no blood--- no blood will flow.

	Brittle little finger tree, your last breath has flown.
		Taken from your finger tips, left dying on sallow grounds.
	
	No one can always stand straight. Lean, my brittle little love, alone.


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The Ole' Beech Tree

The ole beech tree
has so many memories and
so much history

They say you can figure the age of 
a tree by the circles around
But on this ole beech there are 
far too many circles for me to count

The ole beech tree provides us with 
shade from the sun
It's also close to the place we shoot
our guns

The ole beech tree was there when I 
drank too much and threw up
and believe it or not that ole beech tree
helped me to stand back up

The ole beech tree was there when people
fell down
The ole beech tree helped stopped them
from falling down the hill

The ole beech tree is a place where several
birds come to nest
It's also a place at night where the owls come
to rest

The ole beech tree is a playground for the 
squirals to play
In the fall it's leafs are so pretty I could sit
and look at it all day

The ole beech tree stands close to the camp
fire which is my favorite place to be
The ole beech tree has heard everyones
stories

The ole beech tree is filled with everyones 
secrets but that's ok
For if you ever need to vent the ole beech tree
will listen to you all day

The old beech tree is wise beyond it's 
years
If something ever happens to that ole
beech tree so many would be in tears

Even through some of the strongest storms
and weather that ole beech tree still stands tall
I pray that ole beech tree lives forever and never
does fall


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THE MOUNTAIN

Stone crops flash by me, 
blur of speed 

Flick of wing,turn of beak, 
the hunt is on 
for the prey I seek 

Spears of rock 
are my home 

This magnificent mountain 
strewn with scree 
capped by frost 
ringed by tree 

Rising high,it stands alone, 
granite buttresses 
keep it company 

Planes of rock make me twist and turn, 
complex flying I must learn 
to circumnavigate this world of stone 

Timeless unchanging mountain, 
my home in cool,crisp air 

Wind whispering, 
call me invitingly to the search 
for I am the Hawk of this mountain 

A mountain i know well 
for it is living breathing stone, 
my place ,my home 

Scent of pine  fills me 
as i scan for prey 
Blur of speed on rock 
endless scree 

My mountain,my home, 
this is no solitary life 
for I am not alone 

Weathered rock,clean air 
scent of green 
are my companions 
not always seen 

Spears  of stone reach for sky, 
turn of wing I fly by 
complex flying 
rock sighing 

This mountain stands alone , 
my hunting ground,my home 
strewn with scree, 
capped with frost, 
ringed by tree 


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TALL TREE

TALL TREE 

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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A Night

A night, 
When he was sleeping upstairs, 
He heard a noise,
Someone was weeping bitterly.

He switched on the light,
And came out,
Moon was flashing everywhere,
Cool wind was also in motion.

He looked at the sky,
Stars were twinkling,
In the heart of a blue sky,
When there were no clouds.

He watched every where,
He had seen nobody,
Old tree was standing in a shadow,
In the middle of a lawn.

He came back in,
And enters into the kitchen,
Where he drinks water,
And stops for a cup of tea.

He heard again sobbing,
He came to the window 
And looked out very carefully,
He saw old tree was crying.

He came out and went to the tree,
And asked his problem, 
You cut my twigs,
I never complain. He said,

But today, I don’t know
What was in your mind?
You cut my soft leaves,
That’s why I am weeping.


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Only When the Cuckoo Sings

The bursting blossom of a pear tree twist and swirl with a lavishing beauty,
Promising plenty of fruit along each smooth branch and bough delivering all,
Rosebushes red buds burst into leaves with fresh dew dripping on grass,
A shy foxglove shakes in soft breeze hides her sweet face behind new leaves.

The taccamahac a name to deal with, blazes yellow across the heaths and downs
They grin as you walk down old lanes forgotten fields and old secret places,
The chestnut's pale sticky leaves glisten in deep woods with every sun beam,
And the mighty oak tree whispers to the sun, "Let us have one day's warmth."

The hedges are impatient blackthorn blossom gone now showing hints of green,
It's not winter nor summer it's natures no-mans-land mint essence in the air,
The cuckoo sits on a bare branch besides young buds once he sings it's spring
Then greenness will steal across country, streams boil, and mead's will dry.


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Autumn Light

i learned, on the nightly news, autumn leaves
are actually pushed from branches
to make space for the coming winter snows
which would be too weighty for the tree to bear.

In essence, the tree becomes bare to bear.
that makes the fall sound bland.

i shine to thinking fall's leaves coming down
like confetti for the ending and beginning of years.
this allows for the necessity 
as well as the romanticism of the season --
a celebration of circumstances.


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QUAD

I looked out the window 
the light, streaming down 
amongst the trees 
reflecting on me 

To walk amongst the trees, 
a simple pleasure 
Fresh scent of pine 
mind , at ease 

I heard birds, 
shadows flying from tree to tree 
My hand to touch 
This roughness of bark 
Such thoughts , absurd 

How the deepening light, 
changes the colour of the trees 
I have seen this view 
Three thousand and six hundred and fifty times 
Memorised it too 
Always a delight 

The physical bonds that hold me, 
are permanent... 
Ten years ago, 
the broken back, 
shackled me so 

I am amongst the trees 
I never went away 
For ,the mind is always free 
Living another forest day 

I cannot move, 
the way I used to 
The mind is never chained, 
yet in this chair, 
my body remained 

To walk amongst the trees, 
a simple pleasure 
Thoughts to treasure 
One day... 
Please.... 

I feel, 
yet I cannot touch 
the trees 
I feel the wind 
Blowing through 
I wish i could too 

Slow silent tears fall, 
the light streaming down 
amongst the trees 
I never went away... 
I visited you... 
every day... 


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One Leaf

Wind takes the first leaf
from a tree and it lets it fall.
Leaves that lie out on ground
and the tree cares not at all

for the loss of two or three
the branch sounds no alarm
plentiful are the leaves
their loss brings it no harm.

When the winter’s chill is gone
the stems will bud again?
Leafs will grow eternally 
trees never see their end.
  
I have wondered woods of green
through underbrush and leaves
and littered every where it seems
are trunks of old dead trees.


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Mosquito Hum

Dry afternoon, floating breeze upon the hips of the earth
Languid bodies in lawn chairs awaiting rebirth
or the hum of mosquitos
to signal it's time to go in.

To go in, to forget about this perfect afternoon, this ecliptical night
Lips to sip wine out of Waterford crystal, plastic forks to go with the plates.

Squirrels sneaking up to drink water off the pool cover
Tree like the four corners of the world shading us
We have no brain power on this lazy day and a conversation of this tree ensues
It's west limb is a menace to the house, the roof, and all mankind in general.
The consensus is split sharply in two.  Half say: "Tear it down" in murmurs about forthcoming monster storms,
half groan in disgust at the thought of killing a living thing.
A lone peach from the neighbors tree has tempted us on "our" side of the fence 
-this too is talked about in great detail, as the earth spins, the tide pulls, we age silently, night taps us on the 
shoulder, the mosquitos hum - and with our dry eyes, just adjusted to the dark, we bid good night...


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My Thinking Tree

There is a place i used to go
a place i longed to be
i remember it like yesterday
and hold it dear to me
it is my young thinking tree

when i mustered the courage
to give climbing a try
my Dad boosted me upwards
and i felt like i could fly
it is my early-start thinking tree

when i was still a child i would
explore the top to the best of my ability
pretending to be Indiana Jones 
and sparked by curiousity
it is my adventurous thinking tree

but it earned its worthy name
by the long hours i'd spend
just sitting and pondering
as assurance it would lend
it is my motherly thinking tree

in later life stages
of trouble and resent
my tree would embrace me
in loving branches of consent
it is my protective thinking tree

or i would recall life's simple joys
remaining there all day
and also its misfortunes
hoping forever there i could stay
it is my day-dream thinking tree

when time came to leave the house
one fateful summers night
i passed an hour in that tree
then finally bid it good- bye
it is my dear friend thinking tree

often i'd return
home to find it there
and in joyful amazement
i'd gaze at it and stare
it is my memorable thinking tree

my chest would pound
my heart, skip a beat
smiling at its inviting colors
sending tingles to my feet
it is my wild, impulsive thinking tree

but after seasons faded
many a time over again
my tree grew old and ill
its sickness, i could not mend
it is my weathered thinking tree

and upon that dreaded day
when my tree, dead it lied
part of my childhood taken away
when with it, my heart died
it is my sorrowful thinking tree

long years passed
until the end did rise
my time had come
as the light leapt from my eyes

and as i traveled through sky
to heaven i was bound
something caught my attention
i couldn't believe what i had found

my thinking tree alive as ever
my good and faithful friend
hoping for my company
and waiting until then

as i grasped it tenderly
and flung into its arms
salvations light spread over me
home was finally where my heart was

but this was not the end
there is yet more glee to the story
for my tree no longer had room for only one
but now seated many to share in my glory
it is OUR timeless, life-giving thinking tree



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FOREST WALK

Soft green leaves murmur to me 
Lush grass beneath my bare feet 
Sun on my shoulders 

Tall trees,mighty boughs 
Birds calling softly 

Sun,filtering through trees 
produce multitude hues of green 

Soft dappled light 
Cool of shade 

Shadows of green 
Welcome me 
Leaves rustle 
Nature's bustle 

I feel so alive in this verdant place 
Cool grass beneath my feet 
Hand on tree 
Soft wind in my face 

Butterflies dart around me 
iridescent blue wings 
Time to sit by shady tree 
And enjoy these wonderful things 


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THE GUARDIANS OF THE WOODS

Watching over the trees and flowers
They are a constant reminder
That life is lived hour by hour
And there is nothing finer.

Singing their silent song that mortal ears can not hear
They play in the trees and swing from the branches on high
Mere humans can not tell when they are near
But on the warm breeze you can hear them sigh.

Dressed in natures wonders and bathed in dew drops
The tree sprites watch over the forest with all seeing eyes
They see everything there is to see from the tree tops
For as we grow older, they grow wise.

Paula Denise Cosner


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The Tree

‘Tis beautiful, the beauty of such a cursed place,

to see this woman bound here, twisted into the roots of this tree,

her naked form quivering as the roots continue to wrap its way around her body,

as intimate as any lover,

over the tops of her breast, her flat pale stomach, gently caressing her cheeks,

it brushes away the tears that the maiden cries,

and her pale gold hair that swirls around her face.

It takes a moment to savor her essence, her pure innocence, and shakes its 
large golden leafs in acceptance.

The tree of life has accepted the essence of the innocent,

the soul to live,

as it slowly devours her essences, she smiles, and fades away into the tree, to 
watch and grow with the other maidens before her.

Which is the beauty, the maiden, or the sacrifice, I speak of, nay,

It be the tree of life that contains the innocents of every humans’ time.

The large tree that stretches to the sky, plucks the stars, and let the maidens 
ride, to the heavens above.


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SHADY TREE

I rest below shady tree 
Pink blossoms, 
fall on me 

The shade ,so sweet 
Shelter from this heat 
I look upward......... 
To the tree 
Pink blossoms........... 
Fall on me 
The place to be............. 
The place for me........... 

Shady tree..... 
Made for me 
Leafy shades, 
never fades 

Pink blossom, 
drifting down 
Lifts my frown 
Pink blossom.......... 
From the tree 
Falls on me 

Shady tree 
belongs to me 
The heart lifted 
Pink blossoms....... 
gifted 


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Her Lost Story

A little girl, not yet the age of thirteen 
Plays alone amongst the bushes and the trees
Innocent and playful are her heart and mind
Graciously untouched by the harmful, unkind
Leaves begin to fall all about; revolving around her delicate feet
They glide down like paper; the weight of their sorrow forcing them to defeat
A young river, now full of life, flows swiftly nearby
Its sparkling clear beauty, glimmers of new light, shimmering down from the new day’s sky
The river slowly begins to cool
Its gentle touch is soft as the lamb’s freshly woven spool
The fog from the water creates new scene
A scene in her head that appears to be unclean
A chill from the winds creeps up her spine
Spreading in ridges leaving all kinds of lines
The thought of fear never crosses her mind
Not even the moment she is stuck from behind
The darkness of shadows drains into her sight
She is unwilling, unable to move or fight
The cold river once clear, is now filled with fog and color
Color like the leaves left behind by the earth mother
A warm wind blows along the bends
From the east; caring swift voices till they descend
The voices seem calm enough
Showing only glitches of the strong willed, the tough
Soon into the night they grow with greed and envy
Then slowly die out with the sounds of her pleas
A little girl not yet the age of thirteen 
Died alone, by a river; she was crushed by a falling tree
Not one heard the tree fall
Nor the screams of her call
Her body never to be found
Left to rot between the tree and the ground
Yet her spirit lives on
Living for the nature far beyond


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Seed

It's amazing to know that an apple tree comes from a seed.
Mother Nature is a wonderous thing indeed.
As it bears fruit, it only needs water and sunlight.
It's amazing that a single seed produces a tree that grows to such an amazing 
height.


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Pushing Spring

If I were to decorate the winter trees,
arms gangly gray in a crooked freeze,
with leaves of mint sugar and paper mache flowers,
how long do you think it would take?

I would need ladders and pulleys and twining to tie
and large canopies, for the birds that went by
would dive bomb my leaves and drag off my flowers
for perfect sized, bright colored nests.

I would need moon drops for sleeping
and hammocks for reading and backpacks for keeping
supplies (such as cookies of lemon and afternoon tea).
My eyes would need sunshades in white.

If I started five years ago, I'd still be working
even if every elephant from every circus
quit their careers to help me to tie blossoms
we'd still only finish a patch.

I would be tired and burnt by the sun
and the elephants would quit because 'it wasn't no fun'.
Even though I'd pay them in peanuts and cheese.
Trunk to tail they'd stomp off for home.

I'd look back on tree limbs in color for miles
and see all the flowers in wet, soppy piles
for the rain would break through the low cloud cover
and start on a job of her own.

Defeated and gray in my mood like the trees
I'd fall to my knees in the rainbow debris
and close up my eyes, fall to sleep patiently.
Mint sugar leaves on my lips.

When I awoke, from just one night's earth turning
I'd find that the spring's midnight oil had been burning.
Tips of tree limbs with blooms near to exploding.
In one night the world wakes up sweet.

With all of this knowledge comes patience, endurance
to wait for the earth and her natural occurrence.
I'll save my mint sugar for julep this summer
when the flowers give way to their thirst.


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THE MOUNTAIN

Stone crops flash by me, 
blur of speed 

Flick of wing,turn of beak, 
the hunt is on 
for the prey I seek 

Spears of rock 
are my home 

This magnificent mountain 
strewn with scree 
capped by frost 
ringed by tree 

Rising high,it stands alone, 
granite buttresses 
keep it company 

Planes of rock make me twist and turn, 
complex flying I must learn 
to circumnavigate this world of stone 

Timeless unchanging mountain, 
my home in cool,crisp air 

Wind whispering, 
call me invitingly to the search 
for I am the Hawk of this mountain 

A mountain I know well 
for it is living breathing stone, 
my place ,my home 

Scent of pine  fills me 
as I scan for prey 
Blur of speed on rock 
endless scree 

My mountain,my home, 
this is no solitary life 
for I am not alone 

Weathered rock,clean air 
scent of green 
are my companions 
not always seen 

Spears  of stone reach for sky, 
turn of wing I fly by 
complex flying 
rock sighing 

This mountain stands alone , 
my hunting ground,my home 
strewn with scree, 
capped with frost, 
ringed by tree