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the skeleton tree

i am the skeleton tree
bare branches where leaves
are suppose to be
i am the skeleton tree
bare bones and no flesh
not another me
i am the skeleton tree
thousands of ancesters
but not one child for me
i am the skeleton tree
the end of my fathers name
and so called legacy

yet i sing a song
like there is nothing wrong
and being last doesn't matter
and yet i've writen a verse 
that many will rehurse
when one day my poetry matters
and when i die
who knows who will cry
i'll just be dead and gone
but the skeleton tree
that once was me
will live on in eternity
the skeleton tree
that one could read
and ponder possibilities
a skeleton tree
that one could recite
tell the difference between wrong and right
a skeleton tree
with branches and no leaves
yet and still the best of me
a skeleton tree
in this world i leave





Copyright © john loving iii | Year Posted 2012

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Beneath the Oak Tree


I kneel to pray beneath an oak tree’s leaves, where my journey began. Broken limbs straggle over a patchy lawn, a neglected place full of holes never gone, shoveled from childhood memories. I bow at the altar of the tall oak. Days come and go, but yesterdays are no longer my foundation. The oak’s trunk encompasses a sturdiness and truth I desire. Its roots are my roots. Its branches are my faith, my full embrace. I am left vulnerable in this season. Blackbirds, falling from dark skies perch on barest branches, cawing in a famished frenzy. Like unheard prayers, I hear desperation in the chilled air. A prayer is only muffled thoughts cried until lived out, until answered. I am more than a sound unheard. I’ll wait to mouth a winter prayer, for I feel dull and bare under autumn’s bright coat. Lord, will you find me lying still, silent below the flight of swirling leaves? Am I drowned out by the blackbirds’ caws? With the birth of a child, hope is reborn. Every step leads me back home. So, I carry my babes to the oak. Through the seasons, it cradles their innocence. The bough rises higher than the pine trees donned in deceitful evergreen. Nothing lasts except a child’s dreams. The tall oak feels like a new beginning tonight; I peel off my layer of once needed fright. With my eldest son knelt at my side, prayers are lifted within the song of autumn (Lord, grant me peace and broad wings for my flight) then after the glow of evening sun has fallen, I hope our prayers are an offering of love, two voices heard. I feel illuminated under night skies, as starlight sprinkles wonder. I pray to remain vulnerable so I can accept the gift of love. I pray God chisels away the bitterness of days gone by. I want to forgive, fill in the holes before I die. When my son and I pray, we pray for peace, for family, for the acorns that grow into mighty oak trees. Sometimes I forget to notice subtle differences between the weeping and whispering of whirling leaves. Sometimes I forget the difference between a want and a need. My child sincerely prays for his dad, brother and me; he prays for his friend to sleep with sweet dreams, and for the blackbirds at our feet scavenging through autumn’s dead weeds; then, with twinkling eyes, he asks me for a loaf of bread.
*my first new poem in 3 months.

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

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WHAT IS BEING

Of nice
Of growing 
Of grass and knowing
Of trees and green things
Of TRESSES that flow.
Of knowledge that's both of wisdom and growth

That some existances are known of wisdom are meant for the mind and 
Other KNOWING was meant for a different kind.  There is a knowing we 
Do not understand.

Being of feeling 
Being of KINGS when 
Being is knowing
Being is being is being
Being have more than meaning
Being is thinking

Real thinking is linked in to those who have light of life is right.
Being is beginning LOOK THERE beginning has begun. Of clear CONSCIOUSNESS.
FOCUS ON ONE.
Open books have knowledge. Open the mind obtain wisdom.

Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Whispered Into The Air

I admire the tree in silence.
The way it clings to the rock
And works its way down into the river
Down into the earth.
I think about the knowledge of man.
All the things that men have told me
about the tree – about botany or biology.
They have said this
They have said that
Words whispered into the air and gone in time.
Knowledge is worthless in comparison to beauty
This tree is magnificent
And that is enough for me.

Copyright © Dean Marais | Year Posted 2015

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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.

Copyright © Danielle White | Year Posted 2008

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The Killing Tree Part 2

Here is part two, thanks for finishing it

Still in his hand his sword a shining
Struck quickly through the tendrils twining
To free his foot with speed a blinding

He fell upon the ground and leapt
beyond the branches' claw
Grabbed from his waist the pouch that kept
his magic ring to draw

So placed around his finger long
The nether world he breached
With power from a heart that's strong
to Lilith's form he reached

That's when he saw her body glowing
the holy light his eyes to showing
The weakness in the branches blowing

For within the tree he saw the face
a mask alive with dread
And swung his sword to strike that place
and sever off its head

Its eerie scream cut through the night 
a most unholy sound
And in its haste to join the fight
dropped Lilith to the ground

So through the night the battle staging
As in a dance his war was waging
'gainst evil now his sword was raging

Now evil's strength is in the dark
and weakens with the sun
The trees retreat into the park 
soon broke into a run

The stranger leapt into its path
to make it stand and fight
The tree screamed out its mighty wrath
to see the morning light

By light of dawn its spell was breaking
Into the earth its roots were taking
A mortal tree the stranger making

Now death came to the tree that morn'
a triumph over fear
But children heed this tale to warn 
that evil's always near

For Lilith and the stranger won
because their hearts were true
Would they have seen the morning sun
if either had been you

So go to bed your faith a keeping
and know that evil out there creeping
won't come to you while you are sleeping

Copyright © Anthony Cassano | Year Posted 2015

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Trimming the Tree

TRIMMING THE TREE


Once a year across the land
A festive time is carefully planned
Part of this time just has to be
The anticipation of trimming the tree

It's always fun to shop and choose
Exactly the tree you wish to use
You take it home and once it's there
You decorate it with loving care

Special ornaments bring great delight
When placed on the tree to reflect the light
Each handmade by a tiny tot
Placed on the tree in a special spot

Kept and cared for all these years
Now hung with memories that bring on tears
You think of Christmases long since past
And marvel that time can move so fast

Those tiny tots now grown and gone
Will soon have children of their own
To teach how special it can be
When the time has come to trim the tree


	Curtis Moorman
	Christmas 1994

Copyright © Curtis Moorman | Year Posted 2010

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THE CHRISTMAS TREE

Beneath my bark is a whisper stilled in silence,
Scrolled within my rings of age, is a wish waiting
To be answered.
A timeless spark, infused engrain's of wooden pulp,
Legacies promise sense before my birth’s germination,
My special reason for existence.
Warmed by the sun’s rays, cradled by Mother Nature’s
Loving embrace, I’ve grown in the shadows of my elders,
My brethren of the forest wilds.
Tenderly a sprout grew forth, within me a secret kept
Unto myself alone, happily watching the world passes
Ideally by, as seasons changed from spring, to summer,
Yielding unto fall, then covered beneath
Blankets of chilling white.
I fear not the slicing of the human ax, or mourn
For having to leave thy native soil rich and warm,
For my life’s secret is coming true you see,
Mine inner Gift is to be a Christmas tree.
Blazing chains of sparkling lights shall grace
My branches of evergreen, as trims silvery tinsel
Hangs from my strong timbered limbs, that
Shine in the glowing warmth of this magical
Holiday called Christmas.
Crowning from above, admiration's highest branch
Lies a sacred symbol of ages eon’s long ago passed
A brilliant star of opulence, twinkling in the twilight’s
After glow of this special season.
Its eternal light weaves its mystical rays through my
Thick branches of pine, casting a shining upon the
Manjor hidden underneath, behold the greatest gift
Ever given, a simple child of the everlasting spirit.
Beneath my bark is a whisper stilled in silence,
Scrolled within my rings of age, is a wish waiting
To be answered.
A timeless spark, infused engrain's of wooden pulp,
Legacies promise sense before my birth’s germination,
My special reason for existence.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN





Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2014

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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

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013

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Planting a Tree

What can a man do

To plant a seed in the ground

So strong a tree grows

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013

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Tree of Life

If tree leaves were days,
all leaves from the tree of life, 
would tell a story.

Edward J Ebbs - 04/28/2015
Written for “Days” - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Thomas Martin

Copyright © Edward Ebbs | Year Posted 2015

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The Olive Tree

In this new century of our Lord
The gardener planted the young tree 
Placed in garden of Gethsemane 
An olive to the knee

Around two thousand years have passed
A beaten path close by
Each word the Olive tucks away
Within its heart with sighs

When Jesus was just a small boy
He would come some to play
His tender hand caressed its limbs
Alluring light display

Twenty-one years passed swiftly by
When He came once again
Deep in prayer to His Father
Then said a soft Amen

Most times He came to the garden
He touched my bark and roots
Once He cried tears with sweat of blood
Not heard by His recruits

A crowd of soldiers came for Him
They lead Him fast away
Out of my presence departed
In my heart ever stay

Some rumors that they crucified Him
Twisted my trunk and heart
My heart longs for His tender touch
He'll come to not depart

The disciples in great fear came
Whispering in great shame
Their leader lies in the cold tomb
His name being defamed

On Sunday morn the two Marys
By the olive tree came
Joyous excitement jubilation
Jesus lives~ proclaim

Written: April 01, 2015
A story written based on truth 

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2015

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Me on you, you on me.'
 
 
 
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'Annotate me honey, and together we can achieve a deeper meaning.'
 

Copyright © Poetry Aircraft Carrier B | Year Posted 2013

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Oh Christmas Tree - The Tree Of Life Style

~Oh Christmas Tree~ (Tree of Life) Oh Wondrous Christmas tree! So full of light Up there shining high. Love watching you all time Lighting up all the street,room. Happy faces glowing all around. During Christmas season you bring cheer Jesus is the reason for this season. As we celebrate that Jesus Christ was born, With pretty decorations and beautiful lights. Oh Christmas tree,you are a lovely sight to behold! So beautiful So colorful Bringing smiles With a bright star Gladdening hearts For the King came. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2010
November.22.2015 ~Author's Notes: " The Tree of Life" is a poetry style created by Christina R.Jussaume.

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

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Can You See The Cookie Tree

I was walking in the park last week,
when to me, a young boy did speak.
'Excuse me mister can you tell me,
where can I find a cookie tree?
I know that there are some in here,
and I've been told that they are near,
yes, before I was the age of three,
I knew all about the cookie tree!
I've never seen one yet, although,
they're definitely here, yes this I know,
as from a very young age they've told me so,
that cookie trees in this park grow.
So come on mister, tell me please,
where in this park are the cookie trees?
I have to find them before I'm old,
and they're definitely here, because I've been told.'

I answered him in the following way.
'Since I was young I've come to play,
and wander freely all around this park,
but your question leaves me in the dark.
Because, never once in all this time,
have I come across any sign,
to tell me that cookies grow on trees,
where did you get your info please? '
Straight away, the kid replied.
'Oh well, you're the first one that I've tried.
I didn't think I'd do it with ease,
you know, find the orchard of cookie trees.
So I'll carry on until I find,
someone who believes, and isn't blind,
yes a person who really, truly agrees,
with the fact that cookies grow on trees!

Copyright © Tom Higgins | Year Posted 2012

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Shadow of The Pines---I'Lyezette

Interpretation:

Someone who gave up this life, has left a child
and in the smile of that child....the light of a family lives on
Although some things can't be undone, the light of a child is the eternal sun

I can almost believe in the kernel of hope
that the morning sunrise will come again
And will shine as it always has, filtered by the stalwart pines

The sound of laughter's joy, will come again
The light that shines within, cannot be dimmed
Devastation ends in time, and grief is not the end

Children are the lifeline........and for them, we must move on
Children hold the torch for us ......because of them, there is a sun

Sun, sun, sun, and I say........it's all right

_____________________________________________________

Poem:              In The Shadow of the Pines

Pine cones give up everything they have,.. occasionally, leaving behind a tree
Which leads to more cones and more trees, ..coming,..going, then growing again....

I wake up in this fine old house, where at times,  I can almost believe again
that morning sun is still the same,  as it filters through the lodge pole pines

The sound of laughter will rise again, just as chatter of the squirrels has not dimmed

O' grief,    .......... you've brought disruption on us all!

Fire brings disaster, and in its wake, are burnt-out hulls
of lupine and lodge pole pine cones that will come alive.

They seed the wilderness again.

The pine cone seems to disappear, but is eternal.
For now, it rains devastation and disruption, with times to climb...with times to fall...

and eventually, a time to rise again.

Now comes cold reflection, but then, ... here comes sunlight

Sun, sun, sun, and I say.....it's all right


_____________________________________________________
For The Contest: "The I'Lyezette" Sponsored By FJ Thomas

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015

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Work

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


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013

Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013

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A Tree of Love-A Parable of Patience and Faith

One day I had a magical seed. I carried it around in my pocket like a special key. It had the power to change humanity and yet it remained unplanted. The Creator placed it upon my heart to grab a shovel. He instructed me to bury the special seed on a hill where no crows could find it. He instructed me to gingerly care for it and water it each and every day. He was the One who created the seed. I found the most sacred place in my entire town to bury this seed. I sat and watched to see how the wind would blow over this spot too. I knew from past experiences that the elements can be very harsh on a thing so delicate and tiny. I loved this seed and wanted it to succeed. 

One day as I gathered at the sacred place I saw a tiny seedling emerge. I raised my hands to the Creator thanking him for his miraculous workings. I said a prayer over the fragile plant emerging and wondered what it would be like several months from now. Oh the potential for its growth! 

I came back to view the seedling a few months later and it had grown into a budding sapling. There were the most elegant heart-shaped flowers upon it and the aroma of a true friendship had sprung from the soil in which it was planted. I was enraptured with this tree in wait. I was optimistic how grand it would grow to be!

Years had passed and time was on my side. The tree and I had become the best of friends. I even sat beneath its branches one day and had the grandest nap! I dreamed of miracles and joy and butterflies descending upon its branches. I nurtured it with love and prayers over the years and it was standing before me a miracle from the Creator! 

The lessons that I learned from this tree of love were great. I learned that time and patience are truly on our side if we have our hearts in the right place. I also learned that just a little water goes a long way when you consistently take the time to bring your watering can to the seed and stretch out your faith. I also learned that it is good to dream with your friends along the way and hope for the miracles around the bend.
 
All things are possible with God, a seed, and a watering can!

Gwendolen Rix
11-1-14

Copyright © Gwendolen Rix | Year Posted 2014

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The Master Carpenters tree

The impressive mighty trees
Are birthed from such small seed
Drawing resilience from the sun
And earth’s fertile garden bed

Trees wooden trunk has shaped 
And sustained for centuries many in varied ways 
Some over and upon oceans wide
Where waves stroke shapely hulls 
And lull to sleep the hapless venturer 
Trusting in woods durable strength and buoyancy

And from such crafted boughs 
And whispered sounds 
Her meekness and strength is seen and heard 
Like the creaks of grandma’s rocking chair
Where the hapless wanderer was first rocked to sleep

Trees have cradled and rocked in their arms 
High and low of this world
The greatest of these was in a lowly manger 
In an animals crib 
But for this one tree its destiny was marked 
Chosen before time

For on this tree’s wooden shoulders 
It bore God’s greatest gift–
A Holy Child born - Like it- 
For one purpose only – 
To become accursed - on its wooden cross 
To bear the sins of All 
The Holy Son then rose - triumphantly from earth’s fertile soil

Into His Father’s arms


© Brenda V Northeast 11th   March   2012
 

Copyright © Brenda Victoria Northeast | Year Posted 2012

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The Apple Tree

Apple Tree

I do not know why, but for the longest time, it has been assumed that I was in the Garden of Eden. I’ve been seen in gardens, orchards, and the yards of many people, but there is no proof that I was ever in Eden.  But let’s just assume that I was indeed the tree realistically known as the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil.

For heaven’s sake, let’s just assume that I was an innocent bystander, absorbing nutrients from the garden and producing juicy apples. Yes, I was climbed upon by the devil, picked from by the woman, and eaten from by both Adam and Eve. And can anyone imagine how disrespected I felt and taken for granted? Remember, neither the devil nor Eve consulted me about apples from me.
I grew and produced the apple that caused God to be displeased, and forced him to drive them from the garden. Moreover, at least two bites of an apple from my limbs changed the course of history for both nature and all of mankind.  I must say that I am not proud of any of this. But you must remember, there was plenty of blame to go around, but when the punishment was handed down, I was not included.                                                              

And remember, I have the  knowledge and remember very well, because I was there and witnessed literally everything.  I even heard the devil lying to Eve, and if I could talk, I would have rebuked the devil, and advised Eve to slowly walk away.  I didn’t know where Adam was, but the least I could  have done was to call out to him saying, “Beware the devil on my limb!”.                                                       

I tell you, I was so sad when I heard God’s voice telling Adam and Eve about their future lives, their limitations and restrictions. Adam was to work hard enough to sweat; and Eve would always have pain when she would give birth to their children.                                                    

It was painful for me to listen to, and enough to make even a tough apple tree like myself break down and weep. But the best part was when I heard God tell the devil about his punishment. That’s when I began to rejoice.  Wow!  I could not shake a leg, but I shook every limb and all the bark on my body.
08262015 Curtis Johnson; Contest, Trashed #4, Sponsor, Broken Wings

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015

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A Single Tree

A Single Tree
Steve L. Siegel
August, 2015
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Up on the upper Hoh River there is a trail 
Only two and haft miles long, at end of trail is a tree
Were it has turned into a cross all by Gods own hands
People have been coming up there for years to see.
-:-
There is no pastor up here
Only a log beam made into a bench
Where people come pray or meditate
Some getting closer to God within the tree’s reach.

Myself it was time for self-reflections 
I knew that for me it was time to grow
Where I learned that a little rain must fall
Some-times for Jesus, so that I can learn to be the show.
-:-
I sure don’t know why this tree grew this way
By the laws nature it should not have
 Nothing has ever hurt this tree
No fire or lighting has ever have.
-:- 
I do truly believe that this tree
Has seen more people turn their lives around
Then any church or pastor on any Sunday
Maybe, that’s why God put this tree in this piece of ground. 
-:-
Author’s Notes
This tree is for real it is a big spruce somehow instead going straight up
It has two branches that forms a cross.
It at Olympic Nat, Park, Hol campgrounds  

Copyright © Steven Siegel | Year Posted 2015

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A Dying Tree

A dying tree waits
For a fingertip of light
Salvation for all

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2006

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THE MONEY TREE IN THE WARLOCKS GARDEN

THE MONEY TREE IN THE WARLOCK’S GARDEN

Poverty, poverty, Oh poverty
there is a money tree in the Warlock’s Garden.
Before you slept, you wish for a better way.
Your mother is sick and your father is dead.
Do well in school and live for a moment.
Your poorness will disappear because you have been chosen
to remove bad faith and bring luck upon you.
Do not ever say it is not a blessing.
The thought will bring disaster.
Your magnifier is your mind in thought.
Exemplary, your ideas are.
You are now in a scrape.
You will be the condemner of your faith.
Good I am to those who know a truthful way.
The Money Tree is in the Warlock’s Garden.

~Free Verse/Verse Drama 15 lines... No meter is chosen by the Author.~

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

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The Fat Sparrows Tree

Do you ever watch little birds in a tree on your front lawn?
They rise early, stretching, shaking, chirping right at the break of dawn.
They are soon to be going out looking for their food for the day.
It’s like they gather to talk about day. Make a plan, and they are on their way.

I’ve watched those small fat sparrows, one male with red breasted colors, start their day.
Seeing that I’ve been awaken way before them I marvel at their precision time as they fly away.
They have their babies in the nest outside in the bush in my yard.
I realize their protection love and bondage their caring ways for their young, who they fiercely guard.

Special, yes, it’s truly sad that creatures that live in this tree live by instinct are smarter than men.
Men; where war is a happenstance for greed, maliciousness, man’s total misunderstanding this is a sin.
The fat bellied sparrows knows not nuclear bombs, knows not killing for gain; So it’s clear to me in then the birds will win.
As the horsemen are riding, here in the end is the end of an age the fat bellied sparrows live in the tree in harmony.
I look at this family this fat bellied sparrows community, and see God’s gift to them, they not man’s terrible destiny.

Copyright © Robert Ball | Year Posted 2013

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.

Copyright © LIde Sangtam | Year Posted 2012

Details | Epigram | |

Awake

Your sons and daughters have gathered
Under the great odum tree
We have come to offer the fruits of our lips

Can you hear the rhythmic tunes of the xylophone?
Can you hear the vibrations from the flutes?
Can you hear the sounds of our melody?

Awake!

We are the children of your great heritage
We are the children of your great tribe
The tribe our ancestors gave us
The tribe that is not complete without
Its mortar and pistil

We are under the great odum tree
The tree that stands between our two tribes
The tree that gave our posterities life

Your kings are here
Your elders are here
Your children are here

Awake! And listen to our great melody.

                                                   

Copyright © Nii-Ayi Solomon | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? | |

Tree Bark Poem

I like tree bark
Like to climb up it
With shoes with metal spikes
And cuffs with sharp hooks

I see a bird's nest
With eggs that are blue
I count five or six
It's a robin's kin

If I fall down hard
From this mighty height
I will crush a limb
I will hold on tight

Copyright © Mike Funk | Year Posted 2008

Details | Rhyme | |

Beyond My Mind

Blue or green? The color of the sea, Going up and down the waves, To be my unexpected mood, Sweet or sour the feeling of me. The question of my mind hitting it through the divine, The passion of art inside a deep mind, With full of imaginations, Hitting me through left and right. Perspective comes along with me, Seeing it in my mind, Looking at the blank paper, My emotions run down the pages, Forgetting my visions along, Looking down on paper, Loosing my focus , Is getting hard to draw. Speaking with my wild heart wide open, Thinking of the world we live in today, Standing amongst the people not knowing what to say, Hearing the music flowing into my ears, Beating myself inside these walls of hate, Wanting my eyes to cry with full of tears, Hating to be on this earth, Seeing people fade away, Sinking through lies in my face, Stabbing me in the back when I need them the most, Seeing people with unwanted faith through their eyes, Anger comes my way, Looking down at the world with full of questions in my head, Going crazy with frustration and confusion of me questioning God, Deep inside my heart is burning with poison, Is breaking me apart like glass, At peace without a path in mind, Falling down somewhere here that I never belong, I'm not perfect yet, I like to lead not to follow others. Life is like a tree that grows inside me, Leafs on the tree come and go like people in my life, Taking the road of life, Things can change in a minute, When I look away, My goals would fade away, Going back letting noting stand on my way, Trying harder to focus on my goals, Looking around with a smile on, Reaching my goals slowly without a distraction.

Copyright © shirin neshat | Year Posted 2009

Details | Pastoral | |

Thank you Lord

Thank you, dear God, for this good life,
for the most amazing day, guide our hearts, minds and souls, 
for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of the sky, 
for always coming to our aid in difficult times and keep us and our families safe,
and for everything which is natural and which is infinite,
for your mercy, your blessings and by removing worries from our hearts,
and beautiful grace during this frightful and sinful race.

Thank you for giving us hope, and an everlasting faith to believe in You,
for fond memories and good times, Your love is truly amazing oh Lord,
for the day and for the hour, and the minute,
for unrealized blessings and opening up a new paths for us,
for the blessing of Your favor upon our lives,
for blessings us abundantly, unexpectedly and delightfully,
for surrounding us with Your favor as a protection and with Your glory as an adornment.

Thank You for the way You influence our hearts, draw our spirits, and delight our souls,
for your love and thank you God for your son Jesus Christ,
for giving us health and strength each day,
for a roof, food, water, air, flora, fauna and families,
for being there always when we need you. We love You God,
for giving us a lives and never leave us alone and for being with us everywhere we go,
for this beautiful life you have given us.

Thank you our Lord God and Savior for helping us to solve our financial problems,
for your amazing grace, for your favour upon our lives, for your mercy, 
for your grace and for revealing your love us, 
for securing us in this worldly life, all the glory goes up to You and the blessings fall down on u,
for giving signs that you are with us at all times and that your plans are better than ours always,
for proving us with our daily needs and for the abundance that is beyond our daily needs,
for being the head of our lives and for your protection 

THANK YOU LORD JESUS……………….

Copyright © Seth Yuhi Musinga | Year Posted 2015

Details | Fibonacci | |

Tree Of Knowledge (Fibonacci)

…and
this
is tree
of knowledge 
where its sweet fruits, not
of apples, as many believed
are forbidden, not for the birds, but for man to eat

yet, these un-named fruits, sweet as they are, caused man to sin
that man became God’s enemy
unless we seek Him
thru His son
we can
be
sure

of
His 
mercy
for He wants
us, to dwell in Him
this is the reason why He sowed
a tree, for us to enjoy life, as we flatter, free


Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2007