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Out of the Sun

              Stayed 
             in the sun 
              to long
               today
 The skin became the bark of a tree
 the soul turning to brittle scars
 for uncaring worlds to see.
             my face
            is a pile of 
           old owl bones
sewn into banks of midnight creeks...
even the plump, over ripened ones 
no longer look at me...
but if their car was desert flat,
their oil grim reaper black
they'd paint a wormy, water colored  smile...
slide it through my barbed wired heart
so long as I could spin the jack...
so I spin it until their potholes turn to satin-
               Stayed 
              in the sun
               to long
                today
the mind has smoothed over 
like pebbles in Saturn rings..
a forgotten spice in the conversation of life
an hour later the word snuggles up to me
               laughingly.

Tomorrow or forever( which ever comes first),
I'll stay wrapped inside
till my skin turns back to ivory
to an easter egg yesterday 
to a time of bouncing ball and spinning jack,
when the mind was a great silky nest...
the face a flowered meadow place 
where watercolors swirled all day, 
the heartworms kept at bay.

I'll stay hidden within the briar, 
till the jewels of memories sooth 
every scar - every stripe,
the molten knots of cruelty,
till the sweetened fruit reclaims the tree.
until then only my curtains breathe...
       ...stayed in the sun 
              to long
                today





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The tree of life

A lonely tree stands in a field
Branches entwined in one
And as those branches come to life
They reach up to the sun

This tree with all it's energy
just like a woman so it be
It's branches swaying in the breeze
just like a mother's offspring, these

And so the lonely tree does age
The human kind out living
But we all end up just the same
Our flesh to earth be giving

And thus our lives all end the same
No matter what we be
Some have long lives, some much less
In life's sweet mystery


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Memories on Branches

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

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

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

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


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Solomon Mahlangu: My Blood will Nourish the Tree that will Bear the Fruits of Freedom

(special thanks to a friend who shared this tribute to Solomon Mahlangu)



Solomon Mahlangu: My Blood will Nourish the Tree that will Bear the Fruits of Freedom:



Solomon Mahlangu was trained as an MK soldier with a view to later rejoining the struggle in the country.


He left South Africa after the Soweto Uprising of 1976 when he was 19 years old, and was later chosen to be part of an elite force to return to South Africa to carry out a mission commemorating the June 16th 1976 Soweto student uprising.


After entering South Africa through Swaziland and meeting his fellow comrades in Duduza, on the East Rand (east of Johannesburg), they were accosted by the police in Goch Street in Johannesburg.


In the ensuing gun battle two civilians were killed and two were injured, and Mahlangu and Motloung were captured while acting as decoys so that the other comrade could go and report to the MK leadership.


Motloung was brutally assaulted by the police to a point that he suffered brain damage and was unfit to stand trial, resulting in Mahlangu facing trial alone.


He was charged with two counts of murder and several charges under the Terrorism Act, to which he pleaded not guilty.


Though the judge accepted that Motloung was responsible for the killings, common purpose was argued and Mahlangu was found guilty on two counts of murder and other charges under the Terrorism Act.


On 15 June 1978 Solomon Mahlangu was refused leave to appeal his sentence by the Rand Supreme Court, and on 24 July 1978 he was refused again in the Bloemfontein Appeal Court.


Although various governments, the United Nations, International Organizations, groups and prominent individuals attempted to intercede on his behalf, Mahlangu awaited his execution in Pretoria Central Prison, and was hanged on 6 April 1979.


His hanging provoked international protest and condemnation of South Africa and Apartheid.


In fear of crowd reaction at the funeral the police decided to bury Mahlangu in Atteridgeville in Pretoria.


On 6 April 1993 he was re-interred at the Mamelodi Cemetery, where a plaque states his last words:


‘My blood will nourish the tree that will bear the fruits of freedom.

Tell my people that I love them.

They must continue the fight.’



Mahlangu died for a cause!



Salute!



The Struggle Continues…




(special thanks to a friend who shared this tribute to Solomon Mahlangu)


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Crazy

My friends and I had midnight hide and seek
One had to stand by a tree and not peek
In my state of hiding great I was hard to find
My friends decided to just be unkind
They all got together and decided to hunt me down
I first hid in the river near my house and almost drown
When they walk close by me I silently move through the grass
It was very hard to see, but I crawled a long time and almost ran out of gas
Then I heard one say that they were going up and wait by the tree
I had an idea that made a way to make them see
A shadow that ran in the distance thinking that would be
I had my horse pull a little manikin to make them think it was me
My friends took their flashlight and shined it toward it
I thought I had them but one thing was clear they did not fall for it not a bit
They all laugh and started to call out my name
They all asked how the heck did you have time to pull that trick that was so lame
I did not answer so they kept on looking for me, but I was so quick 
Some of my friends started to get really mad and tick
I was a master of doing weird things they all knew what I can do
The night was still young and the grass was collecting dew
I decided to make a distraction once again
To think of it, it would probably make the night end
My friends finally surrounded my tree house
I was quiet, so quiet, more than a mouse
I had some rope in the tree house to make my escape
To distract them I made a loud noise like an ape
The tree that my tree house was in was at least forty feet up
I had some stash in my tree house a drink or two in a cup
My final hour is about to end I did not want my friends to catch me till I got to the tree
I took the rope and tide it on a branch and pushed off and that was the key
I landed on the garage roof and sneaked my way to the tree
My friends knew me to well that they plan things before I could see
They had a fish net ready for me to step into
I thought that was kinda wise and some what like pew
The few feet by the tree there was two of my friends that was ready
Up in the tree they both jumped down and pulled me up in the net fast and steady
They thought they had won, the person had to tag me before I touch tree
She ended up having to get something to stand on to reach me
I swung my weight back and forth till I ended up touching and the game ended
My friends and I were so full of surprises and that is what the game handed


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The day they fell

The day they fell


He stands before the great woods
Arms stretched, bracing the storm of machines
They roar and bark, trying to break his wall
But he stays put, Save the Forests he screams

The tress stand tall, lush and green
Seedlings sprout, Flowers bloom
Animals frolic in their wonderland 
Is the forest really meeting it's doom?

He stands before the great woods
Protecting everything it confides
Many plants and animals are within
Away from the human eye they hide

Even if you have never seen them
Just take a step inside
The feeling of life the smell of grass
Do u really want them all to die?

The machines don't care 
Around the forest they continue to surround 
They have never seen the wind 
And never heard the sounds 
 
They never felt the wind against their faces
Never heard the rustling of leaves
Never seen the life in the forest
Never understood that it brings relief

Fire shoots up as the forest screams 
Roars and crackles follow too
Animals run, plants sink to the floor 
As the machine consumes the forests full

The trees spend decades growing up
The animals spend years moving in
But it only takes seconds to burn it down
To burn the forest into the size of a pin

What has the forest done he wonders 
As He stands in front of the orange blaze
To deserve this kind of torturous pain
With Heat and sorrow right in his face


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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


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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


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Tree

                                             Tree
                                       you grow so tall
                             so green and wonderful and bold
               your braches  look so chaotic        yet so perfectly shaped.
            You give me the air I breath,        and the shade I need,    to keep me cool on hot summer days.   I love to just sit under you     and watch your sparkling        leaves glisten in the light of the sun. Sometimes;   my whole day  can be wasted just noticing in amazement the awesome power of you. You withstand the wind and the rain and the snow almost as if it's not a chore at all. I think to myself how neat it is to be you,   to see   centuries pass by    without a word;   you deliver  to the newest   generation      admiring     your qualities.   I really like how      every day   you reach for the light of our star and never get to your goal,
  but that doesn't keep you from trying.  That's what more people in this world need,
dedication,  commitment, understanding of what life gives us  and how we receive it.
       You know tree;   you give me hope  in the way we      as humans can view life.  There is  a possibility   that we              might just have a chance.        
                If more people would just stop       and see your accomplishments 
      It might just lead to something wonderful.     Maybe even inspirational.     
                But I'm not the type of person   that will get my hopes up.  
                        Perhaps in that      is where the human
                                problem lies?    We believe    that we are 
                                        the ultimate   earthbound entities. 
                                        When clearly          it is you.
                                       You live longer grow taller
                                  breath in that which animals breath out.
                                 You use the earth for growth instead 
                          of covering up your waste for the next generations to take.
                          You supply the earth with nutrients for the ground
                   and atmosphere for the air. You create your own rain and 
   shade so you don't burn. You give shelter for mankind, and home   for                    animals and birds        You are what man-kind will never be.
                 A Tree                  A Tree                            A Tree


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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!"


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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 Dreaming Tree



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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







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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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The Petty Posh-WahZee - Liberation and Ostentation



The Petty Posh-Wahzee - Liberation & Ostentation


The Not-So Distant Past:

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

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

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

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


The Present:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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








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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.


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The Devil Advocate

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


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TREE HAS NO FAULT

Trees are lives.
They protect environment and people.
They hold the earth.
People kill them. 
They shed people. 
They keep quite when people cut them.
They curse people when time comes. 
They have no faults if flood comes.
Don’t blame them if earth is hot.
Stop illegal cutting of trees.
Start planting them!


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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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hanging around

as the wind blows south
the poplar tree saps black blood
soaked are roots with pride


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In Heartwood Forrest

Subtle comes the mourning
In light laced with night
Like concentric circles forming
In the Forrest's biography of life

For children grow in truth like trees
It's lesson is wisdom's offering
Spiral layer of night and day
Concealed an annual weathering

In heartwood forest you were raised
By its protection you survived
Though it is dead this central wood
At your core does it reside

Tiny saplings like newborn cries
Sunlight tapping your tender leaves
Tears turned sugar transformed you thrive
For the sweet lifeblood you need

When something dies it's natural
Of sorrow to be prone
I'll follow the path of your tears your anchor
Through the storm I'll not leave you alone

For I am your taproot in rocky soil
I'll hold you secure as you grow
Take your tears and turn them sugar
Photosynthesis of life to bestow

Your Daddy was your heartwood
I know you mourn at his stone
Though Mommies leaves dawn new colors
I'll teach you to grow your own 

For when he died your sapwood 
With tears like resin filled
For from his bedded seed you came
A new tree with heartwood instilled

Under my branches my son you are planted
And Daddy's new home is our sky
Together we will shade you and light your way
Stretching my roots to hold yours while you cry

Someday when life's rings they gather
Hidden under your fortress of bark
You'll know the storms I too have weathered 
In this silent breaking of my heart




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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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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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Winter Scene - Haiku

     Winter Scene - Haiku

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


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Nature's Meter

ancient redwood gleams
softly through the mists of time…
mayfly flitters by

-08 Jun 2014-

Average Lifespan:
Redwood Tree - 600 years
Mayfly - 1 day


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I'll Be Back

I'm no good at trimming trees,
Cut right through them like a breeze.

Snipping here and snipping there,
Like someone without a care.
 
Make no-sense to hire someone,
For I've already begun.

I always start way-down low,
Fast and fiery as I go.

Where blossoms are crunchy brown,
Still and quiet on the ground.

Branches green and full of leaves,
Without one trace of disease.

Stopping here and stopping there,
As fragments fall everywhere.

Leaving the trees very thin,
While I stand and scratch my chin.

I'll trim just a little more,
For I am a conqueror.

Upward with my best attack,
Knowing next year ... I'll Be Back!


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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!


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Haiku | |

Tree Mystery - Haiku

     Tree Mystery - Haiku

stolen from the oak
leaves snap off, accosted, cold 
another blast, wind


Details | Free verse | |

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 


Details | Haiku | |

Jade Bonsai - Haiku

     Jade Bonsai - Haiku

low light tolerant
wax green by black rocks landscape 
small tree, giant dreams  


Details | Haiku | |

willow tree


willow tree weeps

as red owl hoots on frail branch...

clinging to old age 


Details | Haiku | |

Lotus Tree Exposed - Haiku

     Lotus Tree Exposed – Haiku

Lotus falls to earth  
To addictions harvesting
Asphyxiated   


Details | I do not know? | |

In the trees

Great Trees stand the test
of time, out living mankind. 
They may seem to be rooted 
still. Yet they have risen high
above the hills. With a outlook
over mans blood spills.

Through 
the years and centuries they
have surly seen and felt
what mankind has dealt.

It does not take eyes to thrive
of emotion. It does not take 
eyes to be alive. It does not take 
eyes to see at all.

These tall Trees tower above us all
taking in things and free of sin.
Mankind could learn from these
magnificent creations.

After all trees,
vast forests are our tall still saviours.
Giving us our breath, saving us from
a gasping death. "We can't see 
the forest for the trees"


Details | Haiku | |

Bullet Fantasy - Haiku

     Bullet Fantasy – Haiku

Bang! Bullet took flight
Branch swayed to take it in stride
On a bamboo breath 
  


Details | Light Poetry | |

Chance and Circumstance

Pulled back from the
bricks.
Enlarged visuals
(warping) ancient
hieroglyphics run
and storming.
Judging me unusually
quick.
Laden and laced with
a dusty light.
A not so bright line
carves slight and
delicate curves in
stone so thick not
wind, nor water, nor
our time not even my
mind could strip it
.
Mouth bone dry.
Swollen liquid caps
sit still on green
and gold trees.
Leaves unsure,
quiver with a
weather-focused
system of beliefs.
Climbing with
endurance and
falling as is
determined. 
Leaving it all to
the wind, to chance
and circumstance.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Hangers On

The pale yellow leaves
 seem painted on the tree
 in water color,
 revealing sclerotic veins
 they spin and tremble gay
 without telling or being asked 
 hanging on while those 
 whose time has come 
 drop as doomed snow flakes
 striking the sidewalk
 with hollow thumps,
 a regular rhythm as 
 the ticking of a loud clock.
 Visibly the holocaust moves forward,
 the metamorphosis of a painting,
 the tree becomes more pitiful
 it's black nudity emerging from 
 yellow dabs in the unseen wind
 tugging at the twirling hangers-on
 and sending a dense swatch
 of the fallen scurrying
 across the street en masse
 as a hungry mob.


Details | Free verse | |

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