Best Rooted Poems
Follow Jesus, read His Word,
Make straight paths for your feet.
Trust in Him, He is Sovereign LORD,
And His Truth is the light you'll meet.
Without His Word there is no fruit,
For it is the bread of our soul.
He is the Vine, our spirit's Root
His Power makes us whole.
Let us not stumble, lose our way,
We must stand on solid ground.
Strive to read the Bible each day,
It is there where Truth is found.
All rights reserved ~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~~05.28.15
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"The law of the Lord is perfect, refreshing the soul.
The statutes of the Lord are trustworthy, making wise the simple.
The precepts of the Lord are right, giving joy to the heart.
The commands of the Lord are radiant, giving light to the eyes.
The fear of the Lord is pure, enduring forever.
The decrees of the Lord are firm, and all of them are righteous."
Psalm 19:7- (NIV
I'm glad to be a tree, but never a maple would I be
for in the months of Fall, my russet leaves would plea
for help when northerly winds blow them all away
I couldn't save them as they sway, clinging to me
I am tall but not as sturdy or majesctic as an oak
Providing shade is fine, but not for those who smoke
I'd be at the mercy of lovers, carving deep in my trunk
No, I'd not be an oak that people gouge, cut and poke
I would consider being a loblolly pine; an evergreen
where birds can nest and perch to groom and preen
Needles never shedding; my branches never laid bare
Blanketed with snow, in a setting tranquil and serene
Maybe I would be happy as a magnolia near a fence
Uprooted as a sapling, once living in a forest, dense
where my sweet blossoms attracted many honey bees
before becoming pods, red with seeds that I dispense
I like my life here beside a stream, content to be a willow
with lush green grass beneath me, used as a soft pillow
my leaves rain like tears, but new ones return in Spring
In sadness I will dwell until then. I am a weeping willow
January 28, 2021
If I Were A ? Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose ~ If I were a tree...
She sat there under a rooted lofty tree.. Shading branches and fanning leaves kept her company... The hissing of silence and the reigning of solitude driving her cold at home. She took a step out to let vanish the void that filled her chest. She brooded over herself the one of the past leafing through her memories... "That's the apple of my eye.. The lifeblood of my heart!.." She came to taste beauty.. To touch the very core of delight when He was brought to her life. Burning all the candles of her youth at both sides, extremely weary but profoundly contented. The echoes of giggles and whining a melody she did not cease to revere and treasure.. She kept cradling him in his most vulnerable stages of growth.. He kept clinging to her rocky power feeding on the fountain of her pure, generous, unconditional and infinite love.. She kept sharing with him his passion, his dreams, his world.. She kept showing care and interest to all that he adores even though it happened that she disliked it and abhorred. She kept living his very life as if she never existed.. She could feel the warmth of her home.. She could venerate the meaning of every single sigh, whisper, sound that could reach her soul from every corner of her home...
Fragile, vulnerable, nostalgic.. Tears betrayed her and found their way to her.. An ache piercing her heart, a lump clinging in her throat and drops of hurt veiling her eyes..
She sat there under a rooted lofty tree.. Shading branches and fanning leaves kept her company... The hissing of silence and the reigning of solitude driving her cold at home. She took a step out to let vanish the void that filled her chest.
It never falls never drys,greens forever
Whenever it extends,it grows moreover
Our love is like that tree,greens forever
On the deep rooted tree,friends forever
Each bird sings fruitly ,And sends clever
Each leave drops water and rains lever
We runabout as pilgrims every year
I sit and watch.
Changes come so slowly.
So, vigilance is required,
an attentiveness to minutia.
There are layers of wardings
erected between
the watch and I.
Thoughts, which flit and skitter
fight for outward movement.
Flesh that is too weak to hold attention,
leans toward the walls of cracks;
where even the plaster pulls
from its sheaf
and the dirty
double paned glass
waylays the eye.
Enthralled by the changes:
rain to sleet, to snow, to hail, to rain,
the maple buds leaving
their pointillist, rouge-lacquered shells,
dropping like the wings
of an emergent butterfly; I root.
Nights of storm-slapped branches
unfurl orchestrated by wind –
How the maple now dangles leaves like earrings
from the tips of the smallest twigs.
Tomorrow they will open
to palm the morning breeze
and welcome the spears of Lilly of the Valley,
as they emerge overnight beneath the mother tree.
The deer have eaten the tender,
green, tongue-rolled, delights of Hosta and Day Lily,
but they are stalwart plants and will return.
I’ve watched and watched but not seen the deer
though I have seen their bedding spots
among the mulch beneath the maple
in the winter and their hoof
prints in the snow.
Today, I will watch
temperatures are rising
and soon there will be
lilacs.
First Published in Latchkey Tales 2014
headland harbored primitive biota abut
mint for exotic sole terrain sustaining
sole terrain sustaining seeds, spores, spermatozoa, ova
seeds, spores, spermatozoa, ova , et cetera gut
preserved within mine follicular pores, sans
I secured per woof and meow wing warp organic matter
heir in to fore shielded from elements akin to thatched hut
aware wrenching kamikaze eradication
of countless critters from many Godaddy longlegs;
creepy crawlers, hops scotching,
shimmying with schmaltz, moon walks, et cetera
lost when germ warfare obliterated vast majority
since advent of civilization ordained Proletariat and Plebeian Primate
(cherishing, fostering, insulating bon mot infinitesimal dot re: future mutt)
dogs and also cats off limits
asper demise of other creatures decimated – tut tut
atop thine noggin housed (within thimble size nut)
rare and near extinct flora and fauna, what
species of plants and animals, whose preserve comprised
equivalent of indigenous village people huddling within microscopic yut.
Thus, this bipedal simian angst riddled at experiences
forced at figurative crossroad
when itching scalping a dead giveaway clue
to lather up hirsute growing via bald faced code
at further expense invisible life forms such action would erode
fast dwindled diversity, hegemony, longevity
i.e. population except *****Sapiens who didst goad
forefingers needed to massage and scrub thine scalp
as like a field getting hoed
sometimes applying solely cold water knob to un load
a healthy plethora, where gushing shower head would send them
down the drain perhaps displacing their meal times,
or feasting on louse see pie ala mode
aware that survival odds regarding
getting thru water treatment plant, premonition aye node
and greater chance to avert total mortal kombat avoided
if I trekked to Antarctic anti pode
so...similar to other occasions necessitating me
to lather 50 shades of gray –
as if subjected to being snowed
quite aware many people would avoid me like the plague
(which reaction eagerly embraced) if knotty,
oily, straggly natural headresss
hence, this outlier surrendered and got gently toad
value of hygience – and lost as if playing tictactoe x/oed.
Clouds pinched in the squeeze
above harvester hollow
quake those placid trees
to gulp each precious swallow
when fortune decrees
the chosen few to follow.
Despite all noble
intentions of enduring,
arrangements global
decimate cells maturing
once trapped immobile
by mortal traps alluring.
The wind picks up speed
in torrential bursts frightening
to stir living seed
that peppers pallid whitening
as knowledge gains speed
to hasten true enlightening.
All for the black liquid underground
Stealing riches fact to face
An elitist group of people
an illumatti condemns a nation falsely
without just cause or evidence
to back up actions or such vile deeds
against another race
Now for me that shades the colour
Shadows of their rotting souls hidden agendas
sending the rest of the world into chaos
creating hate and sickness when poverty stikes
speaks volumes to one's heart and soul
a disgrace to modern day democracy
going backwards
Shame on your war and genocide inflicted
Pride based on space filled with filthy lies
Sending hundreds of thousands to death
deceiving people in this modern day
Hitlers with blood on their hands
Justice has not been served
as the shoe is on the wrong foot
Bogus trials executing witnesses
Aired as snuff videos
A hanging barbaric truth
for a world to see the demon at work
Soldiers torturing prisoners and Rape
The break down of law and order in peace
They who should be prosecuted
under high treason nothing less
Facing the severest penalty
of this world and it's many lands
Countless women and children
have died at your ugly hands
Pride people of this modern world
see your weakness and beast
As suffering is continuing to grow
Envy and greed drives that engine
God is not your ambassador
Peace and love is truly understanding
When the good speak ugly about the bad
In looking upon abominations carried out
Here lies someone that forgot to live
Listening to the heart most desired wishes
2-14-2016
today we have gathered here on one accord
to celebrate this union orchestrated by the Lord
a marriage, that state of matrimony what our people call 'jumping the broom"
for Aleshia Zaneta, the beautiful bride and Trevor Anthony, the handsome groom
marriage is not to be taken lightly it requires a whole lot of labor
just always love and respect each other as you already have God's favor
you're evenly yoked in your faith and true disciples of Christ
remember in all things to put God first and let Him guide your lives
as a husband Trevor your role is to protect, respect and support
and never to answer that question, "honey, do I look fat in these shorts?"
as a wife Aleshia your role is to encourage, respect and keep the home neat
and train your new husband Trevor not to leave up the toilet seat
whenever I'm in the presence of the both of you
I see the love you have for each other emanating through
and when I happen to see you gazing into each other's eyes
I see the wonder on your faces that God has given you this love prize
It's May thirtieth in the year two thousand nine and we'll never forget this date
for that's when we witnessed a union of love which is rooted in faith
CONGRATULATIONS, HALLELUJAH, OH HAPPY DAY
I WRITE THIS POEM OF LOVE FOR YOU BOTH ON YOUR WEDDING DAY
Browsing through my photo file
Gazing upon your face
My thoughts travelling to the past
Your pain through illness
The time we spent together during
How close we have become
As trees bloomed
Our love blossomed too
How could you?
Spin this yarn of lies
To conceal your face
Still I yearn to know the real truth
We were once so close
I didn’t realize
Just how much you hurt me
How much I still loved you
From the depth of my being
Uncontrollable deep rooted sobs emerged
How do I explain why and from where?
The tears come
If only you knew
I once felt you with oceans between
But now I only feel my own pain
This is a day my God has made
constructed within His mighty hand.
He saw it good to have me placed
within the frame of time I stand.
Each season only good for me
wether the cold or heat prevail,
surely in time good fruit I'll bare
If i trust in Him without fail.
Sometimes moved by the slightest breeze,
I start to wonder how long
before these testing tempests cease
(but they do make my branches strong).
Sometimes I contaminate the soil
with thoughts that weary me
forgetting that these seeds I sow
will reap my life's testimony.
But oh, how great is He in grace
that roots me in His love,
not a foundation as secure
as the Cornerstone above
seated at the right hand of the Father
interceding without end
on my behalf before the throne
so that I live in Him again.
Even the world withers away
but I know God's Word ever same
says I was made to give Him glory
and fleshly ways I am to tame.
bring to submission and obedience
what once was filled with worldly pride
and for His purpose I endeavour
because He's kept me all this time.
He returned,
after many years,
to sit under the oak tree
near the house
where he once dwelled
and smiled
when he realized
he was rooted there as well.
I walk with books, not shoes of gold,
A dream stitched tight in hands grown bold.
From streets where silence fills the air,
To classrooms lit with whispered prayer.
Hispanic heart, both fierce and kind,
With stories etched in every line.
Though coins are few, my will runs deep,
I plant my hopes where others sleep.
The world may doubt, but I believe—
Justice is more than what we grieve.
I rise, I speak, I claim my name,
Not just to strive, but to reclaim.
I'm a resilient plant see I thrive on your absence
You can forget about me but for sure I grow stronger
I won't shrivel, wilt and crumble out of balance
Air and light is all I need in life I conquer.
Roots rich with nutrients foiled your attempts of neglect
Positive motivation in germination I succeed
For this gentian my water retention keeps me erect
It's photosynthesis the sheer willingness in life indeed
Erect on the shelf I think to myself how brave
To have a pulsating xylem from root to the leaves
And the wall of moisture I built to defend the toxic ideas you crave
You see my resilience is pure excellence in life I do achieve.