Best Alder Poems

Secret Identity, covered face
and my thoughts begin to drain
I wander who the real Batman is
Is his name really Bruce Wayne?

His real ID kept secret
So we should recieve
All possibilities of who he could be,
Including ones we don't perceive

So now we have a Mystery
Let's put Batman on...

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Clyde was shocked when he looked in the mirror

   His plight he noted clearer and clearer

      He was growing balder

         Like a leafless alder

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THE WILLOW, THE ALDER (& We)

The Willow and the Alder choose to stay 
By river bank and margin of the lake
Their roots, content, submersed, will thus defray
A thirst, to take libation and to slake

The Alder and companion the Willow
Endure when others suffer, drown or wither
In...

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Alders sway in the wind
Like dawn of immortality destiny has grinned
Towards the unknown echoes mind has shinned
By the self connected destiny soul and expanse are twinned

Everything created has seeds of its own destruction within
That is where mistakes come from so do vices and sin
Then what...

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I heard the clangorous salvo,
heard its joints pivot and shear,
the hips of thick branches crumble
as it folded into the night.
There was a fibrous unclasping.
The ground flew up
over its rebounding shadow.

This morning thigh deep
in foliage and catkins, I listen.
There are death throes, a green surf ripples,
rustling...

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Last night the Alder so deeply rooted in the hedgerow
was shot through by a bolt of climatic vulnerability.
I heard the smoking gun,
heard the clangorous salvo, the snap and break,
heard the unflexed crook of it pivot and shear,
timber dislocate, break, and crumble.

There was a fibrous unclasping,
then...

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