Best Stems Poems

Late mid-life street woman she is...
I grew up with her under 
mango trees now softly drooping
their shoulders much like hers.. but she,
still shaped like a Boticelli urn, wrapped
in arms diaphanous  in flesh and heat,
fanned banana leaves swaying to 
latin notes while cooking fried bamboo
shoots,...

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The tags are labels placed on a table.
Beginning with A and ending with Z, the labels placed on the table enables me to readings.
I defeated being judgmental and did not become analytic.
My mind is a schema.

The stems are roots ending.
Argumentative are the colors exploding.
White becomes...

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Imagine yourself as a tree
with a leaf named Yang
connected to a branching twig named Yin,
having a sappy conversation 
about EarthMother's sacred trees 
of life 
and dormant death.

Do you think yintegrity's twig would want to correct YangLeaf’s beliefs
that life and death 
are climatic seasons 
of warming...

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Sojourning in Space You Seek Where Am I?

Traveling in Time You Experience When Am i?

Expending Energy You Ponder How Am I?

Moving Matter You Mull What Am I?

Seeking the Spirit You Wonder Why Am I?

Then You Puzzle Who Am I?...

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stems rise from long roots

many buds form on strong stems

buds open to world

 

 

 

(February 5, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved...

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   Twiggs and stems,
   Holding up their end.

   Flowers and buds,
   At long last above.

   All most done,
   When no more sun.

   Twiggs and stems,
   With us till winters...

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A lovely yellow primrose

Emits perfume only God can create.

It is not angry when its thorns annoy your arms,

It is just a healing stem of summer love.



And you, a dove-white summer door

Don the rim of twilight’s bird bath,

And watch with warm and loving feelings

Under the night’s...

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Among the muddy water, the shadow of an obscure wanders,
He wants something, but he can't say it.
Her body lies among the deep stems,
And no one is looking for it on earth.
Her white legs were home to fish,
And thin hands live in time with the wave,

The...

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While the whole dimness is red and blasting. 
With vile gravity longing and blue lightning. 
Beyond that is the splendid pop-dotted moon. 
My crisis leaves moans in the lack of twist soon.

The dreadful agony of a long-running river.
He'd never borne a comely man who could...

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Petals, your sweet delicious perfume
Fills my room with joy,
I hold your stems tightly in my fist
Just like my little lost boy,...

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I am both a robinia
and willow o the wisp
I've prolonged my growth
my roots washed down by the tropical rain
I've counted my loss
no stems on release
Who give me comfort
when the bitter winds runneth
Who will be my confident
for tomorrow's encroaching winds
avoiding tendrils bleak reflections...

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From marrow to vein the thin thread of memory drags another new malignancy out into the light.
I shall tuck it, as a gift, within Destot’s space and leave it to harden and calcify until it’s colour is pale and stony.
This new seed inside my hidden...

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Humbling foliage, sprinkled in a bed
A quiltlike pattern, reflecting heaven’s eiderdown,
In notes, like a musician playing out the ballad
Restoring hope in pieces - in precious leaves,
Stems resolving to color the heart in reprieve
Heterogeneous knowledge in the awing power of leaves and stems,
Plants who live to...

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Trees were our tortoise shell,
Which down-down we fell;
We stand now on dead stems,
Cheering – See, we’re free!! 


Aug. 16, 2020 
Strand Completely New (23), Any Form, Any Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand...

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