Tree Classicism Poems

Rooted in the depths of time,
Where sunlight dances, shadows climb,
A verdant giant, strong and old,
A story in its bark unfolds.

Branches reach for heavens high,
Whispering secrets...

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A spell, a well soaked rag 
sits well and nearly out of reach unless.
A spell is when it's open dirty, but is closed.
Oil soaked around...

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*** I am re-posting this poem since it bloomed on a rainy day and I would like to share again on this New Year's day***


O...

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The Land Of Poets
Indian poets are skillful and seductive
They are temptive and highly productive
We are dusk and they are dawn
We are water and they are...

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After many a year long juvenile spree,
They detached from the tree.
And fell on the earth to germinate,
To be dispersed as per their fate.

Some grew up...

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Come walk with me, Enter the Garden. You inner light is shining bright and cheering up the roses. Don’t you know how loved you are,...

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Waiting To Be Born

Waiting to be born,
To reach out,
To touch a solid world,

To feel the joy of sunlight,
Seeping through my eyelids,
As I lie on soft...

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IDENTITY

My Identity’s in question.
Who am I?
What am I doing here on earth?
Oh Jesus, tell me why?
It’s difficult to understand.
My query is “Where will I land?”
I...

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UNDER THE TREE

Under the mango tree,
On the wooden chair he sat,
Resting his head on the tree,
Watching the movement on the ground by the ants,

Old man...

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I encountered the cursed female along the way.
Six heads had she; six heads to devour my men.
My crew and I held tight to the cliffs...

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Who's voice meatus
with a sweet tenors
tone
which words are sung
so lovely
so smooth and sweet
Nonet Musette?
Atonal Baroque?
Vivace Trill Trombone?
uh, you don't know
Rubato Tutti?
Meatus Tablature ?
sweet, sweet tone
do...

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These seasons which sing in silent symphonies,
   like the hush of a new age,
   like portals to pretence,
   actualized...

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'O starry night ----
  with the soul of the world in your silver eyes,
  I came with nothing this ancient trek,
  this...

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I saw I lady by the mango tree reading and smiling
Book title Remeo and Juliet.
You must believe in this friction titantic and remeo things I...

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Had time be for leisure, 
The orchard's shade shall serve its purpose. 
Were it be for the stretches of time - 
Our loins shall melt...

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