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A Dryad's Tale
One day while passing by a tree, I heard a sigh.
It seemed the oak could speak; I felt my knees go weak,
for like a siren’s song, his whisper made me long
to stop and lay me down upon his shaded ground.
Because the day was hot, I lingered at that spot.
The oak got in my mind because I felt inclined
to slip out of my dress, and yes, I must confess
it was as if that tree had cast a spell on me!
With words of poetry, he started wooing me.
His leaves then brushed my skin. I trembled deep within.
His branches were so lush, I hoped I would not blush
to think each sturdy limb might draw me up to him.
I don’t know how or why, but under summer’s sky
I disappeared into his essence and I knew
the tree had captured me. His wood nymph I would be,
for he and I were one that day beneath the sun.
As if immortal, now I live beneath his bough;
at times I disappear within him, but no fear
lives in me any more because the forest floor
I roam now with great joy; the woodland is my home!
Beneath the firmament, lost in my oak tree’s scent,
I feel completely free, his beauty all I see.
A young maid passes by; perhaps she hears us sigh
and thinks it but the breeze now passing through the trees.
But no, it is but I, beneath the summer sky
locked in my tree’s embrace, and with my new found grace,
I look at her and see the girl I used to be,
and my reality is this sweet fantasy.
For the FANTASY FANTASY FANTASY Poetry Contest
of Mystic Rose
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The Conundrums of a Peaceful Warrior
....figured if a woman cut my hair,
if anyone but me, cut my hair,
superstitious doubts could wedge
into my mind as splinters.
In a child-like stupor,
I was stunned, transfixed
by scissors flashing in the light,
as 27 years of my 3 + 7 = 1,
fell to the floor around me in a circle,
something akin to a wreath of protection.
And did this ceremony purge the warrior?
Naye,
the sacred bow and arrows are in my bones,
my wounded knee is merging with an eternal afterglow.
I cannot destroy the warrior -
thought my armour to be disintegrated by insecurities,
but the armour is etched into my skin.
No longer do I want to be a soldier. There's a difference.
My raised fist is not theirs to have.
I will no longer raise my fist for them.
I. Will. Not. Raise. My. Fist. For. Them -
for their intellectual righteousness,
for their right to fight,
their right to be wrong.
I will not partake in their mental Apocalypse,
the battle of evil over good,
good over evil....
....the source is beyond such frailties,
such impure illusions.
The over-thinking is sucking away simple feelings.
Simple, beautiful, pure, emotional mathematics:
1 + 1 = 1
1 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 1...........still equals 1.
1 sperm + 1 egg = 1 birth, even if twins are born.
1 twin + 1 twin + brothers and sisters + 1 mother + 1 father = 1 family.
1 tree + 1 tree + millions of more trees = 1 forest.
Don't over-think it -- feel it. Equality.
Once good and evil are melted back down,
joined into two sides of the same golden coin,
there is only One.
All in All. The Sacred Forest.
The beasts feed me, I feed them in return,
lay my weary head upon their fur,
fall asleep to the pounding of an earthy heartbeat,
awaken to the fluttering of wings and song.
And they want me to raise my fist against this!?
And they want me to raise my fist against this!?
I am transmuting into the conundrum of a peaceful warrior,
slaying defilers of the Sacred Forest
with the roots in my blood,
on a board that doesn't have boundaries -
a Kingfisher, a slayer of kings.
When all that's left is to love,
when all that's left is to love,
then Love, I will protect.
July 2nd, 2012
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The Solo Dancer - Tanka to Sonnet
Alone atop a hill,
an ornamental willow
dances in the breeze.
Long limbs form a lovely gown
that gracefully sweeps the ground.
Adored by the sun,
the willow is not weeping.
She blooms rosily!
April’s first shower has passed;
for the sun alone, she shines.
The Solo Dancing Ornamental Tree (new title for the sonnet version)
An ornamental tree with willow leaves
upon a promontory stands alone.
In April’s breeze, each limb, cascading, weaves
with fragrance. She is dancing on her own.
I wonder how she came to be at all.
Her roots lie in a solitary place
where few traverse to spy her - lithe and small -
there moving in rain’s aftermath with glee.
In small degrees, the sun has climbed the sky.
No longer pallid, he is smiling down
upon the swaying willow. By and by,
Her graceful limbs shine like a lacquer gown.
Her lovely blooms have opened to expose
The splendid blush of buds with hue light rose.
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Eleven Words
A busy road.
A tree stump.
An old man.
Everyday at eight 'o clock
He sits there, cane tapping
just watching cars go by--
I among them
Such a lonely man
I say to myself
Same busy road.
Same tree stump.
Same old man.
He looks up, cane twirling
and smiles at me
in that split second
I smile back
A roadside friend is gained.
Same busy road.
Same tree stump.
Different old man.
Day after day
He waves hi--cane dancing
Smiling
I wave goodbye,
no time to stop
Same busy road
Same tree stump
No old man
I screech to a halt
Ask of his absence
Clutching
a piece of paper
found taped on his cane
I weep in my car
and send a prayer
of thanks
to my roadside friend
Eleven words
Changed my world.
"Thank you lady in the blue car.
You make my day."
Same busy road.
Same tree stump.
Different me.
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My Tree's Seasons
spring wakens my tree -
a bejeweled perfumed bride. . . .
love birds make their nest
summer’s yellowed lawn
beneath my tree’s sombrero. . . .
grass breathes sweet relief
fall’s quick change artist -
from green to gold to crimson. . . .
disrobed, my tree naps
For Brian Strand's
A OLD OR NEW any theme/form max 16 lines Poetry Contest
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The Sinful tree( Adam and Eve,NewVersion)
They live in Republic Street,His name is Adam,and Her name is Eve.
Everyday Eve goes to buy bread and Everyday Adam take his dog for
a walk.Everday their eyes meet in greet.Eve says"Goodmorning",
Adam replies"Good day".She goes to work,so does he,returning at the
same time approxiamately.He says"Good Evening",She replies,' its
soon Goodnight',Eve goes inside,prepearing a hot hearty meal for
Lucifer,Sometimes her husband have late business meetings,
Sometimes food gets cold and she preheats it.She makes sure that
everything is perfect,for her perfectionist husband.His name means
power,He believes he's more powerful than all mighty Gods.
Adam sits on the chair in the balcony,having a fag,drinking a glass
of wine,watching the stars,Manytimes He could have sworn He saw
Eve's bedroom curtain moving ,and many times,he wondered If She
was there,Her caramel eyes watching him from a distance.
Lucifer's garden of Eden,needed a gardener in the summer month
of June,Lucifer couldn't think of no other,then the nieghbour,
the gardener who lives at the opposite side of the street,Adam.
Adam worked in their garden for a whole week, Eve had some days
of,to be there in need.It was the last day for Adam there,in the big
house,sweaty and working hard,basking in the sun,He couldn't not
notice Eve,She just got in her white trikini,and jumped in the pool
by the garden.She saw him watching her admiringly,and couldn't
help herself,She called him in her sexy soft voice,"Adam,come here,join
me,you did enough work,come to me please".Adam didn't hesitate,
He removed his shirt and shoes,jumped in the aquamarine water,so
close to her,the played as little kids would,then She got tired,and splash!
She put her head on his chest,the heat was stronger than ever,now.
Adam lifted her face in his palm and kissed Her,He carried her in his arms
out of the pool,to the shade of the pulped apple tree in the middle of the
garden,there they lay,and he made passionate love to her,over and over
again.That day their son was conceived,the son of Adam and Eve,the innocent
son of sin.They vowed to secrecy,all buried in soil.Adam would never live to be
a father to his son,and Eve would live the lie till deathbed
.They were naked,in the Garden of Eden,No witness,Only,the Creator,Adam and Eve.As the snake crumbled for eternal centuries,Adam and Eve would crumble
in the punishment of evil deeds,a deed so dark,yet beautiful.
(fiction)
Inspired by Debbie and Linda.
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Upon a Bed of Petals
One April day when spring was in the air,
I stepped outside so I might relish it.
I came upon a cherry tree so fair,
beneath its limbs I was enticed to sit.
I fell to sleep inhaling fragrant bliss -
the vision of the tree still in my brain.
I dreamed one sweet, pink petal, like a kiss,
fell on my cheek, and soon there was a rain. . .
A rain of lovely silken blossoms! Then
they softly made a pile upon the ground.
Warm wind embraced me; that’s the moment when
I woke to pink resplendence all around!
Upon a bed of petals I then lay.
Inside a dream I had no need to stay!
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Oak Tree
the Oak Tree
You were always someone special
In the midnight hours in my dream
I could really feel the tension
A tree, a limb, a friend
No matter how hard life came at me
There you stood perfectly
Letting me lean up against your stand
I will never forget the day you swayed the first hi
I talked as if you were hearing
A tree, a piece of wood in my path
A punching bag
My Oak Tree you will always be
One day in my sorrowed life
I stopped by just to reminisce
Your beauty, I find so divine
Your leaves took me backwards
I fell in love with your soul all over again
With a beauty, I find so divine
Hope you will always be there my friend
Indulging the felling you transcend
A cold spot never found in you
Re-breathing your surround, no need to make a sound
The power you have when you make my heart mend
My Oak Tree you will always be my friend
In the lowest day of my life
I went on a secret walk to look for comfort
The beauty of you is no longer there
Walking around with an extra deep pain of hurt
Not sure how one could bare such a loss
Dropping myself to my Knees upon the dirt
An empty spot is the only thing there
My friend I thought you would always be there
How can they take you away from this world?
A lonely field
No root, no seed
Loneliness no one to lean up against
You will no longer be there
How could they cut down, my friend?
My friend the Oak Tree.
Where are your seeds?
By;PD
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Blossoms on the Snow
(A Kyrielle Sonnet)
The tree stood trembling; red drops spilled
one Christmas day where one was killed.
Sweet daughter they would not see grow
left crimson blossoms on the snow.
What horror that their girl could be
slain senselessly beneath that tree
where every spring she loved to go
and blossoms fell, but not on snow.
The tree of which she’d grown so fond
dropped pearl white petals on a pond.
Oh, that it still were long ago
before were blossoms on the snow!
The tree stood trembling; red drops spilled
like cherry blossoms on the snow.
Andrea Dietrich
For Your "Saddest" Christmas Ever
Contest sponsored by Constance La France
~a Rambling Poet~
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Little Blue Pill
Went through a phase....thought maybe I should live life to the fullest,
and stop giving away 8 hours of each day, towards sleeping.
After the first week of sleep deprivation,
Buddha and Jesus both appeared simultaneously,
started following me wherever I went-
couldn't tell between hallucinations and reality.
Buddha helped write my final exams,
and Jesus always made sure that I didn't forget to eat.
After the second week, I was floating above my body....
no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't fall asleep anymore-
didn't just have second and third winds....I was having winds
to the 99th power extreme.
Jesus was telling me to try again and again,
while Buddha told me to hang in there,
for Nirvana was just around the corner.
Asked my buddy for some help,
and he gave me this little blue pill -
don't even touch aspirin anymore.
Well, the pill knocked me right out!
Tried so hard to fight against it,
having some doubts about what I had just swallowed.
Metallic galaxies of inner stars began pulling at my eyelids,
adding their massive core-gravity to my temples.
Red turned to black inside of my mind,
as little globules of pulsing light
floated before my inner-eye.
Down,
down,
d o w n,
down, I spiralled,
thinking about picking cherries from the apple tree in Eden....
beautiful Japanese Geishas propping up the ladder
that pointed down into the rabbit hole.
Up was down,
as cherries were apples?
The branches of the tree resembled its roots in the ground-
perfect mirrors of each other,
as I sat in both places at once;
dream double looking back at me.
ZZzzzzZzzzzZZzzzZZZz....for almost 62 hours straight.
Must have lived a thousand lives in those dreams.
Woke up, wasn't sure if I was still sleeping?
Awoke into sweat and stale urine.
Started falling asleep in school.
Fell asleep at work.
Once you swallow the blue pill,
you can never go back-
the rabbit hole stretches into eternity.
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