Glorious spring sunshine kiss my limbs as they sprout
With each opening bud, "I'm so alive" I want to shout
April showers cling to me as I drink each delicious drop
Hopefully chosen by blue jays to build their nest atop
Caterpillars and ants tickle me as they crawl to and fro
Nothing sweeter than watching everything around me grow
Come sit under me, take a break from the hot summer sun
Join me as I watch the baby birds leave their nest one by one
Let's marvel at the beautiful butterflies that flutter all around
The music of my friend the humming bird will surely astound
Smell the delightful fragrance of all the many flowers in bloom
Capture the magic nearby of a newly wedded bride and groom
I'm bursting with colors of yellow, orange, red, gold and brown
I proudly smile each time one of my leaves cascade down
Laughing children make my day as they roll in my splendor
You taking my picture makes this memory much more tender
Scurrying squirrels truly fascinate me, as my acorns they hide
Forgotten ones will one day be my saplings, I'll burst with pride
Snow flakes have delightedly dressed me in a suit of white
City folk string me with lights, I boastfully light up the night
Skaters whipping by me, their energy and actions are compelling
I feel so very blessed to have been rooted within this dwelling
Come and join in the festivities and beauty of each and every season
Become a memory on my branches, I can't think of a better reason
*Dedicated to the 50-80 year old trees in Gage Park, Brampton
Copyright © Cecilia Macfarlane
Loved ones gone but never forgotten
Love lost but always found
Happiness broken but bound to be again
Trust betrayed but hard gain back
A smile cracked but always brought back to the surface
At times left in the dark, your faith will bring you into the light
Undecided decisions in need of a guided path
A moment shed to tears always to be brought to a moment of joy
Tears we've cried always wiped away with the love of those around us
People who have left our side had no purpose for us to understand
Our voice always heard by those who take the time to listen
Copyright © Selena Martinez
How it must hurt you so on days like this,
Walking around with a frown clutching your fist.
Hearing the words that are meant to anger you,
Confused you cry because there is nothing you can do.
Your mind is playing tricks on you driving you to say,
I hate you all and the games you play please just go away.
Trusting nobody you are not sure which way you sould go,
It's not real and all in your head is what you do not know.
Waiting to see just what tomorrow will possibly bring,
All will be perfect and you wont rememver a thing.
Your thoughts they torement you almost every day,
Each night asking our Lord why your life is this way.
Feeling so alone thinking there is nobody who cares,
But actually there is so many but you are not aware .
If only you would hear me so you might begin to see,
You must believe in yourself if you want to be free.
You must have some faith if you are to understand ,
What God has in store for you and what he has planned.
All the hurt and anger will soon begin to disappear ,
You'll stand up tall again facing life with no fear.
Please remember always that you are never alone,
By listening with your heart your path will be shown.
Copyright © TIMOTHY CARTER
I NEVER LEFT YOU
When youthful restless hearts hear defining calls
With volcanic strength they will respond
The impetus for adventure overrides
All rational thoughts, out of window they go
For youth knows no bounds of daring appeal
Twenty I was, when I heard the “buzz”,
With gusto and a lick of good sense I made the run
Carpe Diem was my exalted, exuberant cry
So I followed the path to places to me unknown
To her, I whispered with pain and sorrow
I must seek what the world to my lot bestowed
But be assured that one day for you I shall return
Feeling liberated and not knowing why
Effusive and with feigned bravery I bid to all farewell
The beyond had the smell of fragrant thrills
From America to America my journey began
Imbued with hope, dreams, and strong will
I began carving a new life, a new beginning
Dreams, goals ,and desires within me abounded
To fail was never a contemplated option
For failure the young bravely defies
All those memories of a half century ago
Come back to me in flares and bursts of fading energies
Now that I am approaching the sunset of my days
Wondering wastefully how it might have been
Had I not pursued the Echo of that life changing call
That outcome will never to me be known
But oh! How I long and yearn for that love I bid farewell
My ashes will one day fertilize a seed above that green hill
From that seed a tree will grow into a refuge
To shelter, in hot, sunny or stormy days, living fragile things
Then I shall sleep eternally in tranquil peace
Knowing that I kept, though belated to her my promise
And in serene harmony, proclaim, “I never left you my beloved Brazil”'.
Copyright © Ernandes Fialo
The phrase "Music to my ears" has been injected toward the
wrong part of my body, and most unpleasantly personified.
There is a record player that I let skip and scratch on purpose, hearing
colorful sound of life back when truth kept us both inside the lines.
I thought order was helping me draw closer to you, while you began on the next
page without me. The needle digs it's way into my ape-shaped forearm.
I'm directed by the guitar string shaped veins
that only play notes in the keys of D# E# A# F# and the sharp sounds pierce
my perception to the point I can hardly hear your voice anymore.
At times, listening to the same old sad song on repeat makes me think
that I am just an old soul getting repeatedly tossed around in God's
big barrel of human paradox. "Lord what was I made for? Surely it wasn't
to repeat the mistakes of my forefathers, because I'm certain I am the
only one you molded with forearms so large, that the record got lost
and forgot how to spin in circles. Music is all about art, and art all about
perception. Perception has nothing to do with your eyesight, and
you use your ears to envision the painting on a blank canvas before picking
anything else up but sound waves. I drive myself crazy sometimes when
I think that my inspiration is speeding away from me in the
opposite lane, but I didn't even ask for directions. Mostly because I'm a man,
a stubborn one at that, and I always think I know where I'm going.
But this time, I swear I had gotten the map right. So I transformed my open
hands into tight fists to make music burst out of my arms, and the needle went
faster and faster until it broke off, and the high pitched vibration
disintegrated the steel into my own blood. I blame myself for letting this
be the first time to let myself draw some air into my body. A surgery of
scalpels cutting into my physical, and an orchestral symphony of sutures,
threading my life back together again. My blue blood turns crimson as it kisses the air.
Why do we associate the color red with life and vibrancy, when it clearly shows that we are letting our own blood run down our arms? Why do so many women where red lipstick; the kind that sticks to your collar, screaming to your wife that you clearly sinned?
Why do we see sin so clearly; transparent enough for others to correct us before we really we even grasp the desire to fix ourselves? AND WHY IN THE WORLD IS THIS MUSIC PLAYING SO LOUDLY NOW; when my needle broke off into my body a long time ago, and I can hardly hear you anymore.
Good thing my life's song still isn't completely written yet. Let's add a more positive climax to this. One drawn in harmony.
Copyright © Spenser Jones
RED MAPLE MEMORIES
Winters have ravaged me
twisted and broken my limbs
scalded me with burning winds
I miss the birds nest
torn from my grasp
by an icy gale
Spring tickles my roots
sets my sap to percolating
awakens my purpose
I long for the mist filled dawn
sweet trickling dew dripping
on my budding blush
Summers have soothed and parched
my crimson canopy, acknowledging
the cool succor of my shade
I miss the boy
his laughter, his imagination
climbing through my history
Fall, ah beautiful fall,
cool breezes reddening my cheeks
readying a soon to fall quilt
I smile at the antics of the squirrels
hear the good-byes of the travelers
stretch, shiver, succumb to sleep
submitted to – Trees Personified Poetry Contest
Copyright © John lawless
I have grown old and twisted with all my living;
my limbs gnarled and arthritic,
my skin rough, sometimes peeling,
turning dark beneath the sun.
Bunions and corns decorate my feet.
What a life I have lived!
In my youth, young natives sat on tender grasses at my feet;
i sheltered them in coolness,
i listened to their vows of love.
Months later, they returned to me holding the joy of new life.
I rocked their papoose in my arms,
the wind sighing lullabies through my evergreen hair
making the silver moss, hanging on my tresses, sway.
I saw them leave before the growing strength of new settlers,
weeping as they walked away from this beloved land.
A wealthy man settled the grounds where I spread my roots;
I grew and wrapped my arms around the home he built.
I was young then, strong and full of vigor;
I was the watchman at the door.
I enjoyed many years with the family,
playing with the children,
giving shade and shelter.
Early one morning, the sounds of war disturbed my sleep;
all day the battle raged.
Cannon balls ripped through my flesh;
I heard the anguished screams.
When the sun set,
the ground beneath my feet was littered
with the broken bodies of men,
dead and dying,
soldiers uniformed in both blue and gray.
Our beautiful home was nearly destroyed,
our land ravaged.
If men could only learn, as I know,
to respect and care for one another.
As time passed, my limbs healed,
through scarred, just as my heart is scarred.
Generations have come and gone,
each one passing close to my heart in fleeting succession,
but I live on.
Age shows on my body, yet I cling more tightly,
stretching deep into the ground, sucking the earth's sweet nourishment.
My arms droop low, hanging heavy with sad and happy memories.
I do not want to leave this dear, fair earth,
the tears of heaven fall,
bathing me in dewy sadness.
A thousand years is not enough.
August 22, 2015
Copyright © Faye Gibson
Soaking in the sun
Surrounded by painted pale blue heaven
Bathing the dust
With a soft, cool whispered breeze
Flowing through brown shedding leaves
Gently falling like a feather
Beneath my canopy
I ponder at the day that I awoke
And all the years that have passed
With the changing of the seasons,
It seems like an eternity
Birds, squirrels, and other small creatures
Have come and gone,
Leaving a small part of themselves
I’ve seen the children grow in years past
With memories of their play and holding hands
Now they bring their own
With music and laughter of their children at play
They’ve climbed my limbs and broke a few
Now I’m rooted with my twisted, gnarled limbs
Waiting for a few more hundred years
Copyright © Eve Roper
I lie forlorn beneath freshly fallen snow;
once a bridal veil, now a shroud.
I will not feel the first spring rain.
I will not feel the sweetness rush through me.
Disconnected from the flow, prostrate;
a fallen form freezing to a forgiving ground.
Beside me, remnants of my former glory lean.
Boughs plucked, pieces bent into the endless circle
marked with a blood red bow.
I lie dreaming now with the fallen leaves,
a glorious memory of sunshine, songbirds, soft rain,
and strong winds, swaying in the crisp fall air.
As the last, remnants of memory bloom,
a multitude of bright prismatic light
and the sound of tinkling glass rises
to bring me homeward,
crowned with the evening star
my fallen spirit rises.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi
“Obstacle In Our Path”
Side to side
Side to side
Rhythmically rocking my enormous body and head
Side to side
Side to side
Like a pendulum my trunk swings side to side
I'm only doing this because I'm bored
My family and I walk for miles and miles
Swimming and socializing
We encounter an obstacle in our path
Humans have built a fence and block our path
Evidently they forgot that we never forget the path we always take?
I tense my enormous frame
Flare my ears and with a
Trump of rage
I gather my herd and together we work and push the fence down
To clear our path
Side to side
Side to side
We walk across and melt into the bush
©By: Eve Roper 8/28/2015
Contest Name: Giant animals
Sponsor: Nathan D.
Copyright © Eve Roper