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The Ghostly Forrest

Beneath the ghostly moon's silent gaze,
Lies a forest shrouded in a spectral haze.
Where twisted trees claw at the sky,
And shadows dance as the winds sigh.

A place where the veil is thin and frail,
And spirits wander, their faces pale.
The air is thick with whispers old,
Of secrets dark and stories untold.

The ground is soft with fallen leaves,
A carpet of decay that the earth weaves.
Each step is hushed, a silent tread,
In the realm of the living and the dead.

The ghostly forest, a liminal space,
Where time stands still, without a trace.
Here, the lost souls find their rest,
In the embrace of the earth's cold breast.

An owl hoots, a lonesome call,
As night creatures begin their nocturnal sprawl.
The forest breathes, a sigh so deep,
Rocking its ghostly children to sleep.

So tread lightly through the spectral wood,
Respect the silence, as all should.
For in the ghostly forest's heart,
The line between worlds is but a fragile art.

Run Forrest Run

We're from the government and we're here to help.

The Pepperman and the Rain Forrest

I OPENED A DOOR
NOT SURE WHERE I AM.
OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD
I WOULD SAY TROPICAL LAND.

RAIN FOREST MAYBE.
IT'S HUMID AND HOT.
IT'S A LONG LOOK UP
TO THE SOARING TREE TOPS.

LOT'S OF STRANGE SOUNDS
ABOVE AND BELOW.
SOME ARE FAMILIAR
MOST I DON'T KNOW.

I LISTEN AND VIEW
IN EVERY DIRECTION.
I TAKE IN THE COLORS
AND MANY REFLECTIONS.

I SAW SOMETHING LEAP.
I THOUGHT IT WOULD FLY.
IT WASN'T A BIRD
IT'S A FROG IN THE SKY.

THAT WAS AMAZING.
AT LEAST FIFTY FOOT FLIGHT.
JUST MY OPINION
A THRILL AND DELIGHT.

I SPOTTED SOMETHING
IT'S GREEN LIKE THE LEAVES.
WHAT I SAW NEXT
WAS HARD TO BELIEVE.

A FROG TOOK A LEAP
A SNAKE TOOK A DIVE.
SNATCHED HIS DINNER
I SAW IT LIVE

EMERALD TREE BOA
A BEAUTIFUL GREEN.
THE NOCTURNAL CREATURE
BLENDS INTO THE SCENE

RAINFOREST BEE'S
WERE BUZZING AROUND.
A YOUNG SPIDER MONKEY
WAS AT PLAY ON THE GROUND

BLUE MORPHO BUTTERFLY
FLUTTERING FREE.
ENJOYING LIFE
AS IT SHOULD BE.

A SCARLET MACAW
MADE A DEBUT.
OR SHALL I SAY
WAS JUST PASSING THROUGH

RAINFOREST CREATURES
ABOVE AND BELOW 
SOME ARE FAMILIAR
MOST I DON'T KNOW.

Michael E. Harris
05262021

Smartest Artist In the Forrest

Smartest  Artist Who Works Hardest

She seems to be smartest artist;
Paints pretty pictures of forest
While she will work her hardest
Whose brain has been largest

Her art work we always adore
We want to see more and more?
Trump she does seem to ignore,
And loser is one who is poor.

Paints picture that are with faces;
People who are tying shoe laces;
May be of perfect beloved places;
Great food on table that it graces.

After she straighten out the mess
Art work was a complete succes;
Envelope with it would address
To God who her works did bless

Jim Horn

Walking the Path With Honesty

Walking the path honesty 

I walk down a lonely path
in the woods near my house
a walk with honesty 
as my remote companion 

pensively 101 prompt three word challenge path, honesty, remote

The Forest

The forest is natural and green,



Eyes no longer glued to a screen,

The purest nature,


There is nothing greater,
-

The most beautiful place I have seen.

Take It In

First, look to your left,


 then look to your right,



 do you see that alright? 



 what your looking at is purity, 


 what your looking at is freedom, 


 the animals, do you see them? 

 their only worry is survival, 



 take it in, 



 as this forrest of eternal beauty may be gone soon, 

 with no revival, 



 this place is great, 



 ever so delightful. 






 So take it in, 


 your creativity may begin, 



 take it in, 



 take it in. 



 This place is soon no more, 

 but people choose to ignore, 

 from a place of beauty, 

 to a soon to be eyesore, 

 future generations may not be able to witness what I saw, 

 they will build unecessary buildings, 

 buildings that animals shouldn't die for. 

 So take it in, 

 your creativity may begin, 

 take it in, 



 take it in. 




 As you venture through this wonderland, 


 thoughts will appear, 


 even ones you don't understand, 


 so listen to the sounds that you can hear, 



 before they leave, 



 before they disappear,

Forrest In the Woods

Now, you probably won't believe it
So I'm not going to say that it's true
I once met, the famous Forrest Gump
We were just running, both of us two

Beside me on a path in the woods
He said, "I am Forrest, Forrest Gump"
I asked why he was running, he said,
"No particular reason, but jump!"

I jumped over a rock on the path
When I looked up he was around a bend,
Yelling, "Life's like a box of chocolates!"
Would you believe, he can run like the wind!

I struggled to catch up to Forrest,
But gasping, fell down to my knees
Impressed I yelled, "Run Forrest Run!"
But I couldn't see Forrest for the trees!

Not real smart but he loved to run
Through the woods in a minute flat
Gone without even, "Have a nice day"
That's all I have to say about that!

The Forrest of Life

Among the trees I walk and aspire,
light and shade mingled to my hearts desire.
This earthy force and hidden charm,
sensing enclosure in that musky arm.
Natures cathedral hold in pace,
mystical altar in the mist of grace.
For all of you in that light of sphere,
sensing my acquaintance there.
In this oasis of living breathe as treasure,
mental fountain overflows in receptive pleasure.
Distinguished fragile habitation as throne,
knowing that your spirit never leaves us alone.
We are the part of your purer fire,
intimate consent to inquire.
Then the love which does us binds,
is between the stars, the forest and the minds.
Memories of ancient souls,
still touching you in clouds.
Underneath your shade, many days remote,
lovers and poets sat and wrote.
Sounds of crisp dialect by wind like beach,
gifts of mysterious breath no one can teach.

Sounds of a Forrest Storm

The wind blows as the night gets old,
And rain comes down softly and swiftly.
The trees dance as the storm hits.
Lightning and Thunder striking them down
Like little kids do with block towers.
The forest is filled with the melody of the animals;
The owls hooting, deer roaming, and running away from the storm;
And the wolves howling at the moonless night.
As the storm breaks down, the noise quickly gets quieter
As the forest falls asleep again.

Forrest Floor

It courses majestic on the ground
Moss and ferns in miniature world
A masterpiece tapestry of life
All hidden in the endless shade

Silent hands writing
Giant arms waving above 
The trees melody

A clearing caught the light
And sparkled in the sun
A second rain fell from the leaves
Like cradled drops of life

The squirrel scurries
To his home up high above
Nested in the sky

Always growing, changing new
Mushrooms, yellow, orange and white
So many kinds that I lost count
Chaos organized so well beneath the trees

Nature astounds green
Upward growing to the sky
Shrouded in the light

Peace is rising from the floor
I feel the song within my soul
Fed by myriad leaves all grows
In harmony and verdant care

Written 11-15-15

But the Mystical Forrest

On the rooftop high^
My eyes like kaleidoscope§
One face in the sky??

Fear but calm I sit....
The spirit of a dragon
Storms its eyes at me 

I don't understand..¿?
..But the mystical forrest????????
And it was no dream...??

A New Forrest

A New Forest

For writing poems, it is nice to be rewarded
With positive comments if only afforded
Which is really only what I ever expected
After my madness others have been subjected.

Of course, you always know it is great
When you gave me compassion and did tolerate
My well-written poems I had in mind
You may search on forever and never find.

Trees in forest is where they are found
And only in a grove if fewer are around
Family of trees and they are over and done
The last one left was this little old one.

Now that tree cannot produce anymore 
Now nothing is left worth fighting for;
After being blown away by a big storm
In its place a new forest had to form.

Sometimes I also get this feeling of loneliness
after rubbing person wrong way when it was
not intended.

Need category for frustration.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet

Forrest Or Hell

Forrest or hell
Im sitting still
I feel so numb it frightens me
Holding unto my legs
Maybe I’m afraid to cry
I cried a lot
On the first day and second
Maybe because I hoped for a recue
Or because it was surreal
Then days, then weeks
When no one came
I prepared for death
Maybe its my punishement
For the way I had been
Now I feel disgusted
In me and my shame
Ive stopped crying
Ive stopped feeling
I rock myself and wait
Wait till when I’d stop breathing
I remember the day
I was stolen from my bed
I always did hate that bed
It was too soft, the irony
Now I ache for it
Anything that wont cause pain to my sides
I was taken to place unknown
Punished without food or water
Used by men for evil untold
Treated as dogs on the street
But there was hope then
Now death is my only escape

Fire of the Forrest Dragon

Fire of the Forrest Dragon
I foretold the coming storm
The signs so plainly warn
Like sparks floating amongst a darkening night 
The earthen moistures and cool air descending  
My conjecture observed gave proof of my foretell
I viewed the sky’s nightning fire as prelude’s transforming
Luminous like the sun had touched the earth with her finger
I ran about telling the others we cannot linger
For the father dragon of all forest fires quickens towards us
As the people gather with arms folded tight
They linger like crickets chirping until morn’s light
Their interest shuns that which had been warned
Now stands as testimony to the truth I gave prophesy 
Run you fools, run
I spoke the plea for conforming fleetness
The forest dragon has found us 
And now takes wing the smoky sky a burning
For death rides this charring creature

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