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I Death Wood
My skeleton, the trembling tree,
hit by the axes of ambulances
due to the decay of disease.
My muscles languish as wilted leaves.
My organs are rotting red apples.
My soul is the searing wind, while
my thoughts tick like termites.
The ivy of MS illness wraps with
waste around my twisted trunk.
Suddenly, spiders of suicide
descend onto my branches.
They crawl across my broken bark,
crackling my rustic eyesight.
The sun, a golden unicorn, gone
into the forest of healthy laughter.
My wilted wood wanes in a cloud coma
with no moon, stars or watercolor sky.
Where are my wildflowers?
Where is my green gleam?
I wait and wish for black lighting.
II Birth Wood
My family, the fog where most
float in the underworld as veiled
ghosts along the grassy grounds.
My thirsty roots reach for them
like wild hands hungry in ebony soil.
Sometimes their memory perfumes
and pollinates my heart with prayers.
My friends are a flock of birds that
become singing bracelets upon my bark.
Their feathers grace me like silk hope.
Their beaks devour the suicide spiders
on my weak wood, and their cheerful
songs encourage me to bloom once again.
Full moon flashes as a white wizard,
wearing a cloak of competitive clouds,
while moody night smolders as his black hat.
Spirals of opal light make my bark bright.
Spirit moonbeams weave within my wood,
healing hollow shadows, and allowing me to
taste the monthly midnight milk of magic.
III Rain Wood
Spring steams with saturating rainfall,
sealing my splinters, washing away webs,
and the dirt of daily depression.
My sap slides like a slow moving sea.
My tree bends and bows in all
directions, sprouting with joy.
Jade fire erupts along my branches.
Raindrops beat like crystal hearts
upon my boughs and my blossoms.
These clear spheres of nature inspire
rebirth and germination of all life.
My apples sing as flutes, my leaves
clap hands, and my trunk plays harp.
My lover, the lone eagle, appears and flaps
his feathered wings upon my wooden nest.
Our love is best lived in traveling weather.
My limbs taste the last drops of dissipating dew
as the crocheting clouds release final rivers.
Deer court in the fermenting forest,
while golden unicorn grazes upon me.
February 7th 2008
Sponsor: A Poet Destroyer
Contest: 100 in a ROW contest--3
Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2015
Emerald forest hiding from man's curse
if found, its never better , always worse.
Wretched destroyers we are in this abode
in our arrogance we are firmly sold.
Greed for taking everything in our path
we in our false pride deliver our wrath.
Astonished that some may in this rebel
when seeking their deaths, damn them all to hell.
If true, the meek inherit this sweet earth
then our dear souls must love for all their worth.
Where river and bend meet with shining sky
Nature teases us to ask how and why.
Shall we pray that emerald forests hide?
Take action on that we can not abide?
Robert J. Lindley, 11-29-2016
Syllables Per Line: 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 108
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
As I wake up to the dawn of another day
I wrestle with myself and ask why bother
Just another day, without any warmth
There is a chill in my heart, sadly this is true
The coffee pot sings, an attempt to lift spirits
I confess I welcome even this small endeavor
A machine trying to cheer me up,
In this a cold cold cold world
How can this be?
Me so thirsty and cold?
I hypnotically prepare for another day
As I curse Al Gore
I see you all scurry from here to god knows where
Curious I ponder what’s the rush?
Snow falls from a dreary sky
A blanket of white to chill us even more
A child romps happily in springtime meadows
Chasing butterflies and dreams
His heart now filled with Vodka Ice
How did such warmth turn into an ancient glacier?
In the subway deep underground
I see a stranger, a woman, tears falling
Icicles form under her eyes
She too has a frozen heart
I would hug her, with words of comfort
If not for the invisible cold barrier between us
We are many on this subway of desire
So close, yet we all feel the northern winds of loneliness
This world of love and compassion has become frozen
We have forgotten the season of spring
We have been frozen out of emotions garden
We shiver here in the cold together alone
I rise up from the subways depths
I know my heart was murdered by the arctic winds
Something inside of me , cries
Go Go Go melt something, anything
I pass the newsstand selling flowers
I buy one single rose
The woman with icicle tears is nearby
I hand her this rose
I whisper, what this planet needs
Is some global warming
She smiles a sad thank you
As I walk away, hoping
Global warming takes hold
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2014
I love it when Spring finally comes
The buds showing their little sprouts
Yes indeed from this seasons of four
I'm awake many sleeping plants shout
I love it when I walk through the parks
When these buds turn to a sea of green
Forgotten are the plants being so stark
This birthing season just has to be seen
I love it when I sit on the park benches
When the breeze caresses Sakura trees
The airs scented by their pinky blossoms
Mother nature and man in total agree
When I retire I'll grow a green thumb for
I love it when Spring finally comes
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2015
THE FAIRY TALE
Long ago, far away
As the elderly birch trees say
There lived a beautiful girl, in the castle of misty dreams,
Her eyes were abyssal,covered by angel's wings
The smell of mystery lingered in her dark hair
But she never smiled,never talked,dark clouds hovering o'er her pallid face
Dreams and dreams hurried away through the window of her distant gaze.
No wonder the castle hid itself in the fog of loneliness,
All day long it cried and cried waiting for the sunlight.
Till one day the winds raced,through the walls of the dark castle
Every tree and every bird looked in awe,as God glided through the forest
He moved in speed towards that window, the once silent forest gossiped about his arrival.
Her little heart jumped and hummed like the commotion outside,
To catch a glimpse of him she spread her gaze wide..
He loomed across her window, still, for the first time.
He thought, he found, what he searched, whom he knew through the ages
All the happiness came alive as letters out of the amber pages.
She knew she cried, she never smiled as she was waiting to be found,
Watching him so close by, her heart rhymed the only sound.
The clouds raced far away,
Through the mist the sunrays made way,
the misty dreams melted away.
One embrace,one silent gaze,she smiled, the alabaster foam danced over the waves,
The rosy colour flew across her beautiful face.
The trees sang, the birds tweeted, the octaves danced on their own
The seeds of love found their way out of the rock one again.
Long ago, far away...
The castle glowed, the gloom faded away..
Copyright © Moumita Dey | Year Posted 2015
A woodland finds calmness through her presence,
gently brushing the red garlands
with flights of hundred moths.
In Praise Of a Kimo for nette onclaud
Carly Lalion---16 Feb 2015
Copyright © Carly Lalion | Year Posted 2015
a paradise of plumage,
swoops through the tall tangled trees,
spreading seeds in the forest-
loud calls and songs fill the breeze . . .
Jueju/qijue form - 7 syllable lines
a glass butterfly,
with transparent wings,
rests on a wet fern-
oh such lovely things!
Jueju/wujue form - 5 syllables
February 27, 2017
Copyright © Dear Heart | Year Posted 2017
from three miles away
the unmistakable sounds
of howlers chorus ~
a slithering snake. ~
crushing prey without mercy
green anaconda ~
small eyed black caiman
twenty foot alligator ~
watching and waiting ~
waiting in the trees ~
unsuspecting deer walks by
a jaguar strikes ~
through overlapping branches
laser beams of sunlight pierce
the dense canopy ~
worlds largest rodent
like a giant guinea pig
capybara dives ~
painful insect sting
as painful as a gunshot
the bullet ants bite ~
rainforest rivers ~
home to pods of pink mammals
fresh water dolphins ~
jesus christ lizards ~
walking across the water
miracles happen ~
hanging upside down ~
eating green vegetation
slow moving sloths ~
native indians ~
rub poison on arrow tips
from the green dart frog
a very short tail ~
long shaggy coat and red face
bald vakari swings ~
face of a lion ~
now an endangered species
lion tamarin ~
pygmy tribes food source
monkeys, pigs and antelope
hunting to survive ~
Copyright © Tom Cunningham | Year Posted 2018
blades cut a swathe through foliage:
beauty has its price.
Copyright © John Michaels | Year Posted 2014
Through the warm jungle you can hear every cry.
Crackling gunfire trickles in the echoes;
Why this place fell and crumbled, no one knows why.
There they all fall in place like a domino.
Welcome to the jungle, filled with death and ill.
A jungle of fear, a few dare to challenge.
A smoke, a radio, anything to kill;
At times, there were fires that went unchallenged.
The smell of sulfur roams through this jungle air.
A surplus supply of shell rounds in the jeep.
Bugs, trash, dirty clothes, all I see everywhere.
The monumental hill is too big and steep.
Men were lost, but never forgotten prayers.
Some make it home; some make there way up the stairs.
Copyright © Trent Turney | Year Posted 2015
Around the Rue
Oh fluttering wings
Copyright © Tonytocaa Camacho | Year Posted 2015
THE BLUE PLANET
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
This beautiful blue planet that we call earth
No one really can confirm its origin or birth
Some declare it was shaped by a powerful being
Others state the result of a cosmic unveiling
It just seems to be a tiny body in limitless space
With the right conditions to beget the human race
Orbiting at the right distance from a giant star
Allowing flora and fauna to propel exemplar
Giant creatures once roamed the face of the earth
But a cataclysmic event caused their dearth
Doom for the giants was a boon for the small
Leaving crevices and oceans learning to crawl
And so after millions of years we arrive at now
We’ve nearly conquered the why and almost how
Yet we still have questions that surely remain
Is there a will to cease our destructive reign
The Danube was once blue now a brownish pink
The elusive snow leopard is nearly extinct
Most lakes, rivers and even the smallest rill
Are polluted with toxins and chemical spill
Fish caught in streams and canals are taboo
Not to be eaten too much mercury in them for you
Drinking water once availed from natural sources
Are now mostly dependent on commercial choices
The rainforests of Micronesia and the amazon
Sadly, in a hundred years they will all be gone
These sources of oxygen and absorbers of co 2
So essential in sustaining the me and the you
The trends are apocalyptic needing repress
Difficult decisions and actions may render success
Problems are exacerbated by human concentrations
Rapidly expanding and demanding, teeming populations
As resources erode and demand constantly increases
Harbingers of the agonies awaiting the human species
The answers are clear but politically unheard
Populations need reductions, a thinning of the herd
Copyright © John Arribas | Year Posted 2016
Silent, hidden lurking
In the quiet, empty spaces
Floating, ancient Insect;
Turning droplet hazy. . .
Moving, breathing knowing
Another feline faces---
Hunger, further paw marks
Corners there to brace me.
Climb up to a tree.
Jump, tear, and tether.
Hold-fast, breathing, eating.
Reaping other meanings. . .
Stepping; other traces.
Spiders, monkeys, murky. . .
Sniffing, darkness, pausing.
Toying other feelings
Elusive, resting purring.
Other paw marks near me.
Copyright © Erik Spector | Year Posted 2014
river implodes -
Copyright © David De la Croes | Year Posted 2016
Set me adrift
Turn me right around,
That's where I'm going.
That's where I'm found.
Snakes to eat.
As all this retreats.
Spines in the river;
Sharp, hungry teeth.
Pass through the darkness
A clearing now nears.
Towering waterfall, loftiest trees
A Jaguar now glimpsed, into Jungle is seen.
Turn me right around
As rain clouds appear.
The Waterfall. Darkness. Too few sounds.
The others now listened, but I
Near the Jaguar was found.
Copyright © Erik Spector | Year Posted 2014
Nature is the place I go to clear my head,
Jays are blue, cardinals red.
The hum of bugs,
The crawl of slugs,
The dirt below and trees above.
Funny how the woods contain so much brown,
A color you don't often find walking through town.
Distancing ourselves from dirt with boots,
There is special irony in the saying, "Remember your roots."
Copyright © Mike A. | Year Posted 2015
Above cotton clouds and blue skies
Self-absorbed looking through a window
An image began to form; strange I thought
For before my very eyes, there she was
Naked upon the earth, her breasts, her hair
Her body mutilated laid upon the barren soil
Ashes, pain and despair were all around
What have they done? I asked
In a callous and unfeeling way
From far deep below a voice replied
From ashes green fields shall rise!
Copyright © Ernandes Fialo | Year Posted 2014
Calm patter of rain
Birds chirping with happiness
Apes swinging on vines
Copyright © Kendall Gothberg | Year Posted 2017
The monsoonal matriarch cradles her pregnant belly
Delirious with life giving blood from the womb of all nature’s gifts
As she lays distended, expectant and grey
Upon the craggy summits
Her breath billows above the bloated forests
Nurturing ominous notes as she sweeps through the trees
Like the phantom of the opera
Tuning her timbre, yet masking her desire
Her contralto; it begins…
Her song breathes across the valley in rhythmical sheets
A symphonic auditorium of liquid splendour
Inciting a libretto of Lyre birds to concert in the mist
A monsoonal medley
Enticing insects to assemble in an ensemble
Their raucous chorus imploring the humid madness
Through a cacophonous chorale
Teasing the tempo from the maestro
As the crescendo climaxes to thunderous applause
Her encore; a sweeping army of waterfalls
Advance upon the sodden valley
Roaring to deafness over
Exploding banks and streams that gouge and tear
It all stops
To a breath of drops…
Leonora Galinta’s contest: Rainy Days
12 September 2014
Copyright © Mark Trichet | Year Posted 2014
Tired waters push their way through rocks;
Rocks hugged by rotting ivy's green,
Green surrounds the wild forest's stream,
Stream flows calm, through places unknown...
Written by Sneha.RV
For Nette's 'Four lines only' Contest
Syllable count checked
Copyright © Sneha RV The Literature Lover | Year Posted 2015
Sonar clicks midnight crooner
Sound waves invisible medley
The mischievous ears
Black silent strikes
food fare delights
Mother Earths night
songs can't escape
Opera dancing wisp
Life and death struggles
bats out of hell
Copyright © Tonytocaa Camacho | Year Posted 2015
The brook glideth shadowy and green,
White shimmering gown of soft petals;
Upon the cold bosom lay,
The lilies of the wooded valley.
No path doth go, no feet doth tread,
No breaketh the mossy silk of floor.
No wind shall howl its dreary moan,
But gentle it lingers over the haze.
And bloweth softly through the leaves,
Hung low in the sleepy woods.
©16/2/2012, Gautami Phookan, All rights reserved
Copyright © gautami phookan | Year Posted 2015
The Rain tried to find its way into the very depth of the souls, sneering at the gloomy faces of people who were walking through water. Unexpectedly a sudden clear laugh of a boy who jumped into a puddle mocked all His aspirations.
With an increased force the Rain turned into a wall of water pushing the pedestrians into the open doors of the shops, blocking the traffic and confusing the air controllers at an airport nearby.
Seizing for a moment almost absolute power over the world, the Rain suddenly felt bored and first burst out into numerous crossing lines, then calmed down and throwing the last blast of wind with water drops at the running boy, He sighed in despair and having banged few open windows He disappeared, staying for a moment in thick eye-lashes of a girl who was adjusting her make up.
Copyright © Serge Belinsky | Year Posted 2015
The Magical Land
I dream of mystical lands
High in the ancient trees
Hidden deep in the rainforests
A land where grasses grow uncut
Where birds of only the brightest colors
Sing the melodies for only heavens to hear
Where nymphs, fairies and sprites live
Dancing in the light of the setting sun
To a song that only they can hear
Magic dust covers the leaves
Shining like a far away galaxy
Such a special place to see
Still, man has no idea such a place exists
So, for the moment it is safe
And magic still exists in the world
At least for now
Copyright © R. e. taylor | Year Posted 2016
About Ants And Trees
Shadows feed trees first against the suns reflection
Long shadows cast the smallest ants against their majesty
Though diametrically opposed to such strange creatures
Shadows have no interest down below
Insects have no place to go but up
Shadows must first feed trees in shade to give relief
Leave the ants till last
Blistering relentless sun dries the leaves and roots
Saps them of their energy and life
Shadows come on stronger on larger objects
Such as mountains and taller trees
Insects such as ants are far too small
Dodging the light on forest floor
They could be overlooked by these mighty giants standing tall
Trees get their fill of sun and shade and lazy shadows
The smallest ants know not to tamper with perfection
Progress and nature have to wait
When light of day finally finds them scurrying away
Sun will find them early in the morning or late afternoon
On the horizon, that’s when we see the vast and great reflection
When even the smallest ants cast long shadows on the day
Created on 1/04/15 for – “Even The Smallest Ants Cast Long Shadows”
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2015