Best Oaks Poems

Where sweet grass blankets grow on yesterdays
And passing years weigh heavy on the trees
Serenity is found in every breeze
Unbridled dreams of youth, now hang and graze

Recalling days gone by with slower ways
Beneath the bearded oaks, time stands at ease
In search of long forgotten memories
Beyond the...

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Under Tall Midnight Oaks, Darkness Awaits


Under tall midnight oaks, darkness awaits
in shadows hiding from gleaming moonbeams.
No reprieve save that of graces of Fates,
man can not conquer such darkness with schemes.

Nature's force so often bent to its will
living forests can not be held to blame.
Those screeching...

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Under the oaks where we first kissed,
And made incessant late night love.
Is shaded with memories of great times,
That my heart and soul are so proud of.
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Under the oaks where time stood still,
I held you many times in my arms.
Where light dappled in the gaps of...

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Overhearing her shriek
At the trees, he 
Keeps gardening, whispering
Soothing sounds to the soil


for andrea's acrostic contest
8/27/13...

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There’s a fire burning across the levee
I can smell the cypress and water oaks burning
The Indians are burning spirits tonight
A drive down River Road along the Mississippi
A fog bank 
Memories of river crossings and ferries
I drift with the wood
Waiting to find a place to rest
The...

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tasseled old oak trees
a living aviary....
spring music surrounds  ...

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incomplete dystopia

 memories scattered around mixed in with the large oak leaves.

the trees gnarled and twisted having looked after themselves for years.

the park itself is similar with lots of ecclectic oddities scattered around.

 large yellow sign post standing in an inorganic chernobyle faith.

 waiting for...

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Ancient powerful
Resisting the weathering
Symbolize wisdom

Nathan Bane Leccese
©All Rights Reserved 05/27/2009...

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Strong mighty oak tree
Standing rigid, tall, noble
Breaks in the fierce storm...

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summer's be still,will
thrill of it is,im new here
will go for her there...

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the green leaf of oaks
cusps water in gentle hold
for the flying bird...

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yellow flower oaks
bloom synchronous in islet
displaying shimmer














5-11-2016...

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Ida Oaks
1827-1919

John gave me a good home.
Not one with plumbing and power,
But one with a solid slab, and a full well.
And while living in this Quaker homestead,
We found that life was precise and persistent.
But it pleased me to provide good food, and 
Medicinal solace for...

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Woods

In the green woods no path has direction
decay is a form of progress
and despite all the circumspection
'Getting there" wouldn't be understood.

It's true, ants industrialize, and squirrels very middle-class
bank on the prodigal oaks. But the fashion is baroque--tulips like venetian glass, birds ignite on every branch,...

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“The Turning of Leaves”

While walking down a 
Forest trail
I came upon
A most beautiful sight 								 

Much to my delight 
A forest floor covered
In multitudes
Of yellows, oranges, 
And crimson reds. 

Fluttering about on a chiffon breeze    
These jewels from summer’s past fell
Stitching blankets...

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