Bristlecone Poems - Poems about Bristlecone

...All the people from the village are on the same pilgrimage and they know that they must all go with the flow. It's always been the same story for each generation has the same destination......

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.... lost in the conifers the bristlecone pines out her cry ......

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...("Bristlecone", 2016, original pen and ink) Samsara Beneath the titillation of Samsara the veneer of morality waits. Or is it the opposite? Beneath the veneer of morality the titillati......

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...OF SAGE LEAVES AND SWEET FLOWERS… While flowers may be deemed The sweetness of nature and life, It is the leaves of her trees that are The essences of life, death, and rising:- It is the lea......

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...Strong sentinel on high Beneath a mountain sky; Called by name Bristlecone. Twisted tree all alone With green needles so dark Life clings stoic and stark. Worn wood with thin bark edge Locked......

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...A flower blooms in paltry places To nature's gardens tall and wide Little eyes on petalled faces A sweet short time before she dies Her moment flowered like no other Short-lived but more than ......

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...It’s Twine Time! (to Alvin Cash) It’s twine time! ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh, ah! It’s time to twine, baby! Time to forget about it all! The latest lollipop disasters, The catastrophes dresse......

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...While wandering thru the forest pines A lesson I found true The ones that live on the valley floor ......

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...Standing all alone in the woods; eyes shut, I feel the lilting light. Sun dodges needles through the crown, beams land on my skin softly so. Brisk breezes quicken and rustle. Bristlecone pines e......

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...The pasture smiled and gave its blessing nearby the sacred gentle river Solemn sun sent tender rays through the moisture of dispersing clouds Shadows of dawn had turned into a clement plethora ......

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...A portal to another realm Etched frame and frost adorned The cadence of the fire’s sound Keeps all my senses warm A vast array of bristlecone pine And snow tipped, Douglas fir Stand just bey......

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...Game thou not with mine heart, By thine stonewalling art, That we might have a love fest and glee Of a lasting wetdream of rue free, A love that endures fine, Like the bristlecone pine. How t......

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...paper is meant for messages chairs are meant for sitting water is meant for life and truth is meant for living sometimes exits close sometimes we have no choice those directions that times po......

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...For four-thousand years and more He’s withstood the tests of time; Extremes of heat and cold Haven’t cut him down in his prime; Even now he proudly stands As a testament of endurance, The eleme......

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...So, me? A tree? How could that be? You say they're much like humans If that's the case; as you might say, then I'm one from Sundarbans Passur, most praised Oh sure, that's it I'm sure you......

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