Acorns Poems

THE FAMOUS ACORN HEIST OF 2023

THE FAMOUS ACORN HEIST OF ‘23
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There once was a squirrel named Hank,
 Who rode on a Harley, quite swank.
     To the food bank he quickly sped,
     With a heist planned in his head,
For acorns, he thought he could prank.

He zoomed past the trees with a whoop and

Acorns

Snap crack the hard
Pebbled acorns ricochet
As if thrown by invisible 
Hands of nature’s forces 
Some fall straight 
Others propel with 
Unjust uncertainty and
Deliverance passerby 
Pegged and peppered 
Squirrels intent on 
Getting their winter
Food source fulfilled 
Scurry around burying 
The acorns in 
Potted plants, piles of
Leaves or any such
Hiding spot 
I often wander how
They remember where
Each

Masting

Red Oak menstruates in the heat of summer
Beech and maples stand back from her labor
Moonlight lifts her skirt
Wind drifts through her leaves

She stomps in circles only the owls divine
Piper of voles
She checks the many holes up and down her body
Shivers
An ancient skin crawling with leafhoppers and katydids

Pinches herself of replications
Like a plate glass window shattered

Acorns

Autumn aromas. 
Apple crisp, 
pumpkin spice,
cinnamon cider, 
Watch out, a spider!

Crisp air and cozy coming.
Chestnuts roasting,  
marshmallow toasting,
turkey roasting, host boasting.

Oak branches cover their little brown spinning beginnings.
Solid trees regal and strong,
two of them hold an owl’s song,
outdoors: orange, yellow, brown, 
fluttering 
down.

Raking.
Reading,
reflecting,
red delicious eating.

Nippy nature walks. 
Napping. 
November moon, are you ready? 
Winter

Change In Acorns

This is the change in the acorns.  These black ones are from yesterday.  The brown ones are actually from years ago, that I had saved in a basket. I have had the area tested with a trustworthy testing person and waiting on results regarding toxins.  It is up in the air whether

Acorns Fallow

Acorns fallow
where do squirrels feed
Snowdrops late this year
The seasons awry
and still we feel the cold
as the arcane wind barricades
itself amongst the pummelled fence
Here a strange madness begins to find out
its root of dreams
amongst the dying trees

Acorns

When we kill a tree
Does a forest sigh
Rustle with grief that
One of them should die.
Is there apprehension,
Do the trees even hear,
The clinking clanking sound
As the felling gang draws near.

The real flowers of the world,
The lungs of the Earth,
Helping cleanse the air from
the moment of their birth.
Their beauty being replaced
By a much lesser scene
As we uproot

Acorns

Acorns falling down
And the squirrels are loving it
On the ground below

Quarks and Acorns

It’s Saturday morning. I’m at the acorn, my favorite coffee shop, on my iPad and deep in concentration. I’m time traveling back, to things seen and said, trying to create a story poem about recent happenings - or failing that - something quick and arbitrary.

I hear an “Ahem” and look up. A skinny, twenty-something man,

Verdant Abode

ripe acorns falling
squirrels' lush verdant abode
sequestered clearing 

10th place
"Squirrel Haiku" Poetry Contest by Robert J Ligouri
2/22/22

Acorns In the Snow

Since we were created as part of nature…part of her trees…her mountains…her brooks…it’s no wonder we find comparisons to nature…everywhere we look.

For instance…I often think how we, as babies, are similar to acorns in the snow…how we’re both created in innocence…how there’s so much we don’t know.

How we look to our parents to help us

Acorns and Leaves Falling

On the path of the colorful trees, in autumn days I walk;
And I am filled with the beautiful sights and forest sounds.
In the chill season of glory, upon a vivid nature catwalk,
Acorns and leaves are falling, and perfect silence abounds,
Save the haunting autumnal birdsong, which forever surrounds.

The frenzied squirrels are feasting, and leaves rustle slow,
And

Acorns Or Bust

climb slowly little squirrel
cling to the lichens and bark
enjoy your travels, bring home
cheeky souvenirs

9/26/2020

“or bust,” an idiom expressing a determination to get something
done or die trying. Used in travels. For example: “Florida or bust”

Acorns and Oaks

Coffin dodgers and nursing home lodgers,
wrinklies, pensioners and plain old codgers.
A drain on society, archaic models of piety,
bed blockers, youth knockers, paragons of sobriety.

But is all that we see, all that it seems,
the elderly, like you, still have hopes and dreams.
Still carry the baton for tomorrow's youth,
the keepers of history, the sentinels of truth.

Though the

Acorns Are My Life

I make my home in an old, gnarled oak tree,
well, that is where I was born and I never left;
it is a woodpecker hole- mother made the nest,
I had seven siblings but they are all gone;
and mother left too . . .  I am not sure why.

I spend my daylight hours collecting acorns,
they are

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