Best Bough Poems

Roving a youthful shadowed ebony heaven
as the earth is still on blissful spring night flight.
I fly through and over the enclosing trees,
boughs', and the susurration fluttering leaves. 

I emerge to nesting Nightingales
and their cacophony melodious
of unfilled cries , calling me
to come to appease their needs.

Alighting...

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Two sonnets for May, and my muse

The fires are lit, my lover, and the hills
are flickering with little points of light
The sun is set, and deep within the rills
the seeds of stars are littering the night 
The smoke is rising, lover, rising high
in winding spires...

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Cardinal On The Bough
Flashing Crimson In The White
He Takes Flight In Fog...

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Lone weeping willow
  Leaves the beholder minding
    Nature's tears of mirth...

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When did we stop seeing,
When did we grow up and stop believing, 
When did it all become so real,
When did we become afraid to feel,
When did we lose our sense of wonder
And start piling up things 
To hide ourselves under
When did "I'm possible" become impossible,
...

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The Bough

My pretty lady, how art thou?
My eyes are glued to thy picture now
And I can't help but wonder how
Thy lips I'll kiss someday, if thou would allow.

Many a king, at your beauty would bow
Offer themselves, your fields to plough
Buy thee loads of diamonds, ferried...

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A jingle wrestling a tune
A tune
A tune
A wave just cracked 
A wave just cracked
 
A whole book full of notes 
A’ have! -How about that? Art imitates 

And 
And in my face
And in my face was this beautiful
And in my face was this beautiful painting...

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As seen from our front window.

The Hawk ON THE BOUGH

binoculars gawk
there’s a storm looming
the hawk returns to  h i s  bough
he’d flown out for lunch
he’s pecking off fur
and indulging in squirrel
he needs no raincheck
in  f o w l  weather he wings...

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Friendship sits aloft
Years pass by in a short day
The bough quickly breaks...

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untangle,
leave the shadow of Death behind,
at Death's dark door.
Filled w/ Light
the Heart grows wings,
flaps up into the sky free.
Below, She moves,
a dance, through soft, dappled sunshine.

The Five Imperishable Gnostic Trees in Paradise
stand along the roadside, on the Way out of the city.
The noisy crowd still...

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It lays in the middle my front door,
to greet my guests with festivity
and to spread a little holiday cheer...
snow may fall to sprinkle it with its snowflakes,
but lights will give it more charm with their twinkles!


Through the twelve days of Christmas,
many will have gazed at...

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this darkened world
cries like these skies
I hear the moans
of winded gusts
echoing down the streets
the branches snapping
like lost minds
as the trees topple downward

I trembles like leaves
breaking free
twirling around
spiraling down

these streets
littered with graffiti
of the aftermath
of fury

lines drawn
lines downed
roads closed
like minds
as we sit
in the dark
eclipsed
beneath the wail
of sirens
before...

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What's going on with Mike and Molly

They built their house in boughs of holly

But when Christmas arrived 

And no holly survived 

We called it Mike and Molly's folly...

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The early morning breeze from the atmosphere;
Is like a freeze that need to be measured  even though it is not wind

The birds of the air sweet melodies sound aloud
So early In the morn
Making me feel splendid when I yawn

I peep through the window seeing...

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Apricot Trees
David J Walker

My mother randomly spoke of the beauty 
She saw in trees that lined
The streets in town 

The boughs and branches placed
 in parks and esplanades on Arbor days in the 
all but forgotten past now hidden in the ether
Of dementia that was...

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