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Details | Concrete | |

The Eternal Tree

I am Alive    Forever and always         Essence        Rebirth        Renewal
          I have earth to ground me      I have wind to move me   I have fire to cleanse         
     my     spirit        I have rain      to quench    my thirst    for growth
                      I have sun to    enlighten me        feed me  I am my own mother
              and an extension of the whole     I am   Earth         wind
                       rain   sun  fire    I am as old as life  and I am     as young
   as time   I am shelter to those who seek me   I am a bird  a flower and  the breath
              of the earth itself        I am exactly where I want to be     I am life
       I am first and last  the beginning and the end   I am one from many
                        I am what I am   I live  I grow  and I die. I am  Reborn unto myself
                                                          I am the great circle                   
                                                           My limbs know no                          
                                                           Boundaries; while                            
                                                           My leaves whisper                      
                                                           The one truth of the                      
                                                           Whole  through the           
                                                           Seasons changing
                                                            Colors that I wear 
                                                            Upon my   heart's                  
                                                            Sleeve, I'm home
                                                           To Earth Mother’s
                                                           Melodious  Life; I
                                                           Sing for the whole
                                                         World to hear - trees
                                                       Are Earth Mother's Song
                                                       Blowing 'round the leafy            
                                                  Globe; eyes of the world song 
    {{{{{{{{{{{{{{ Of the Mother   breath of the living   soul of the earth }}}}}}}}}}}}




***Senses evoked here are: Touching, Tasting, Hearing, Smelling and Seeing
***Elements evoked are: Water, Wind, Earth Metal, and Fire


Details | Rhyme | |

Dead tree

Dead tree.

She stands there like she has for years
The life in her all gone
Once she wore a coat of green
And she'd be filled with song
As feathered friends of every kind
Would rest among her leaves
And as in life the same in death
Our tree will never grieve.

So all alone, she looks, this tree
All etched against black clouds
Although the life in her be gone
She stands there looking proud
And all her majesty is seen
By those with eyes to see
I take her picture once again
Try to catch her mystery

21 September 2013 @1920hrs.


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 | 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 | 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
4th


Details | Crystalline | |

The Fiery Red Leaves On A Giant Autumn Oak Tree


A towering inferno loses
a cluster of flames once held dear.

19~11~2014
Sponsor: Rick Parise
Contest Name: Crystalline 
 
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A BONUS CRYSTALINE NOT FOR THE CONTEST Hard Oak Softly swaying - in sensual ease  embraces a warm autumn breeze.
*********************************************************** *always read the fine print Other Then The Title This Next Crystalline Is Written In Special Ink That Only The Best Of Poets Can See And Read. It Is The Best Of All My Writes. It is inspired by "The Emperors Clothes."
ONE MORE BONUS CRYSTALINE NOT FOR THE CONTEST The Naked Oak
19~11~2014


Details | Haiku | |

Ripe Mangos

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


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 | Haiku | |

Under the Sakura Tree

sipping saki under the sakura tree. . . a haiku blossoms Note: Drinking and eating under a blooming cherry tree (Sakura) is a century old custom in Japan. As a result, "flowers" in haiku came to be known as "cherry blossoms."


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 | |

A Christmas Snow

Follow me and walk down an avenue of Firs To my Log Cabin you'll view, I'm sure you'll concur Overlooking Loch Ness, look in the fields you'll see A herd of beautiful Reindeer roaming so free But it's when you look around, my world glistens It started by walking to here, footsteps to listen Crunching, crunching, crunching, white virgin snow Where here it's normally dark, now it's all aglow As we turn the corner many colours in radiate Glistening amidst the white kaleidoscopic drape Then to the cabin we view, lanterns of every colour Hanging in joyful sway never outdoing each other As we draw nearer through the arched window I see So beautiful in adorn, a most lovely Christmas Tree Through the door we enter, Sleigh Bells in the Snow It's at this time of year, so many many smiles show .


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 | 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 | Blank verse | |

A Presence in the Forest

Somewhere in an old-growth forest,
a woman smoothly moves amidst
shadows of the pines and hardwoods.
Her mossy gown is verdant green,
her hair twinkles with mica and
her soul, deep as a midnight sky,
with remote star clusters beaming.
She tends the ruins of an ancient inn
and a bed of ferns and roses.
Many a nomad, passing through,
is revived by her grace and goodness.
Though we can't lay hands on her,
she wanders free within our grasp,
For the ancient inn beguiles us still
in the labyrinths of our minds.


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 | 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 | Ekphrasis | |

Dorsiventrally Flattened Leaf

From once lush green, vibrantly alive This dorsiventrally flattened leaf never dies It's fragility, nursed to allow ~ Such patience from the artist abounds By blade and pin such creativity thralls Again, it's decaying membranes reach out and touch From the tree of life, this leaf lives on . Written about the craftsmanship of Omid Asadi whom creates amazing Art from leaves.


Details | Rhyme | |

Spring, Oh SO Close

Sunny today
but Oh what a chill

The wind inhales and exhales
the trees bend on the hill

Winnie the Poohs Blustery Day
just cannot compete

In like a lion and out like a lamb
I am so tired of paying for heat

I long for crocuses, tulips and green
it seems like ages since they have been seen




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.


Details | Rhyme | |

Old Campfire Memories Still Endure

Old Campfire Memories Still Endure



Come sit with me around the crackling fire
every night camp needs its burning glow
Of Nature's forest exploring I never tire
often with my faithful dog Midnight in tow

Fair weather is the prayer always prayed
when granted comforts this old brain
Fire soothes when bad weather is delayed
we campers dearly hate the pouring rain

Rain and wind kill all peace of mind
soft, easy night with fire to thrill
Talk, laughter and joy we always find
fire comforts when the night is still

Overhead sparkles a smooth clear sky
glittering stars dance with our flames
We accept the beauty asking not the why
talk of old friends, honoring their names

Tales of the whale sized fish we caught
hunts where we bagged so much wild game
Such memories can never ever be bought
if they could would never be the same

Come sit with me around the crackling fire
every night camp needs its burning glow
Of Nature's forest exploring I never tire
often with my old faithful dog in tow

Robert J. Lindley , 04-21-2015


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 | 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 | Haiku | |

Tree Prophecies

Branches spread Thy word,
Prophesying over stones:
Prophets of the wood.


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 | 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 | 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...