Tree Adventure Poems

A fanta see overrides reality!

Hello?
I like to get positioned for sixty nine. 

Are you looking for a scheming, 
schlepping, and schvitzing writer? 
natural body and...

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In the dusky depths where dreams dance daringly,
A story whispers, woven with whispered wonders,
Beneath the branches of a brooding, barren tree,
Where shadows linger, lost like...

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Lost in the solitude of time they journey through the forest in their mind, searching for a path that would lead them out of the...

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Verse I:
He always sits under
a flowery Willow Tree
and dreams of flying a reindeer
over quite Boulder City;
the torrid Nevada heat doesn't make him sweat,
he drinks beer,...

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Note: This poem is the twin poem for "She Speaks for the Dead." This one is in the mockingbird's perspective. 



I perch upon the locked...

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We got an old basket
A ball of strong twine
And one or two things
Of yours and mine
We found an old blanket
And very very soon
We were flying...

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Could have wished, would have shown me earlier,
If it weren't only for the tranquil color,
Covering energy, wasted serene past finally dissipated,
Uncomfortable in others' comfort, glossy...

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Hitler's final attack on quote unquote 
undesirable humans from the bile's of slave 
ships prison camps European complete 
infestation thee German female cock roach 
feasting...

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a dog went walking, with his master
a cat came running, next meowing, laughter

a squirrel in the tree, ran down to see
chirping, chipping, barking at the...

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Slowly spring unfolded.The trees all abud now and througout the forest floor
Daffodils had sprung up it seemed overnight.Looking over at Arlis holding his daughter with...

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Wonderment at existence ™

With my scrunched 
and bushy furrowed brow
I often ponder 
the precise circumstances 
that any thing to be born
tracing back lineage of self...

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Grateful for your love
Ratchet old cottonwood tree looks dried out and dead to me
Winters temperatures scavenger cold long Robin perched above
O' behold what a wonderful...

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I am pressing for time to conquer what is mine. I am pressing for time to meet with the divine. I can only be in...

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It is you: the queen of hearts dubb my last breath your own even in death in a hole the rose above my chest...my- epitome,...

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My mind sets in motion, 
words that will come alive.  
Creativity needs to be added, 
then mix imagination with creativity. 

 
Coming alive within...

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