Nola Perez Poet Ballade

The Royal Palm

It's not as if I grew this tall
To be a birdhouse.  Blackbirds
Of the raucous cry: don't you know
I'm royalty--King of the Yard?
And those congregations setting up
Church in my noble top, did they ask 
If I were Pentecostal?  No! I'm 
The Pope. I'll take them to task, Me! 
I'm the Immaculate Conception, See!
I was there on the road to Emmaus.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not King Kong, 
But I am plenty strong.  Beware
My fury, you useless potpourri--
One match to my tush, 
And I'm The Burning Bush.

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Daver Austin March 25, 2009 at 6:55 AM Clever, Nola. I love trees, alike the Greeks, I suppose, who worshiped them for the deity within. Everything was alive. Yep! The trees are good people, great people, royalty. And how about Cezanne? Talk about a love for trees, his are the greatest in the medium. Love, daver