Long Birch Poems
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On All Hallows Eve, darkness balks
The fields are full of crisp cornstalks.
The boyo's have egged the paper birch
and left their lassies alone at church.
A red moon lights a flight of hawks,
a murder of crows, tree high squawks.
Apples are left for ghosts who walk
and the Banshee risen from her perch
On All Hallow's eve.
So wrap your neck in a cross gold
beware the Pooka, he's foretold,
carry a Jack-o-lantern..lit
and holy water in your kit
bring a pretty lass to console
On All Hallow's Eve.
*Banshee a female spirit in Irish Lore who warns of impending death
**Pooka a shape changing goblin who oft appears as aheadless horse.
Summer sighs softly, pausing to watch the golden days slipping away,
When the sun trickles through the gently trembling birch leaves,
Whispering of growth and ripening, the enchantress transforms the fields,
Into gold woven from corn, swaying in the rhythms of bountiful harvests.
White clouds gather, like storms waiting to unleash their song,
She gathers new bluebirds in her warm heart, singing with their harmonies,
As the light fades, like that comma of silence between day and dawn,
She savors this moment before autumn plants its frost upon her cheeks.
A dance of time, a pause between seasons, a dream of the gentle equinox,
Where time seems to stop, and nature weaves its silent story,
The whole world takes a deep breath, captured in the beauty of a fleeting moment,
Summer retreats slowly, making way for autumn to sing its symphony of leaves.
Boots of black on an oak stump, wet by the rains
a forgotten remembrance left long ago
woodpeckers tapping on a birch by the lanes.
moss-covered granite whispers of sun and snow
deer spooked, disappear into the fern and pine
partridge drum in harmony first fast then slow
a small woodland fairy dances so divine
the pathways are covered in rusty wet leaves
the gentle winds now calm along the coastline
hearing calls of far away geese I believe
echo throughout the distant valley's and hills
peaceful surrender unto spring I so grieve.
walking through the town by the old paper mills
the old ways just memories while time stands still.
The light of dawn lifts the dark shadows of dusk, filling the heart with laughter that dances through the spirit in a whimsical whisper of whirling wishes – Quote by the Poet
Light dawns with a shimmering sun
Rays beam through the azure sky
Lifting the night’s ebony shadows
With laughing breaths of praise
The day begins with a soothing hope
Welcoming the hues of sunny delight
Coloring the thoughts with brilliant gold
Soft amber and tones of blushing rose
Glimmering through the rays of wishes
A caress calms the heavy hearted grief
With promises of insight, inspiration,
Imagination that will always bring relief
Bright, feathery clouds pass across the blue
Racing toward the dancing whispers of noon
When robins, honey bees and butterflies
Alight upon the plumpest roses they can find
Dewy drops of liquid ride the emerald tones
Of petals bold and vibrant, rising to meet
With the loveliest breath of morning sun
Heavy with a spirit of faith that inspires dreams
Raising rich and lively dust from the forest floor
To dance around the oak, birch and sycamore
Revealing all the ways a tree can speak truth
To the heart who listens with a desire for beauty
Casting out all doubt and fear, welcoming love
That gives from the depths of the soul, singing
In poetic gasps, warming the eyes with pleasure
From knowing God is always available to protect
In the daybreak, when every thought is new
And love is as abundant as the purest star
A light flickering in the heart of those who know
This feeling of joy that comes down from above
Lighting the way with a laughing caress of hope
Sent on wings of love by God’s soothing angels
Who fly across the cobalt sky, drifting down to us
In rays of haunting sunshine which melts worries
And shines through the worst of melancholy
Lighting the heart, the soul and the one who knows
God is forever the way, truth and life – shining
His light into the darkest night with wonderous insight
Reindeer racks, huffing and chuffing - smokestacks
longing, like huskies, to run with shining
red sleigh. Commercials over, indicates
to Nick, in his hip black and red plaid, matching
fur-rimmed hat, pom-pom and whiskers, “Let’s go!”
Colorado Reinbeer to the rescue. The swagger
and lift of spirited gifts to neighbors.
Santa moves with the covid times, to cheer
up the down in the mouth, even the kids
with suds of their own - root or birch beer floats.
Sleigh bells and holiday harnesses play
in the steep mountain snow with “Ho! ho! ho!”
11/28/2020
Loosely based on a segment I saw on the news.
The rabbit wants to run.
Prance about the fields for fun
Show off its talent to someone
But its cage wont let it.
The rabbit dreams to be free.
Chase the butterflies and the bumble bees
Burrow by a big birch tree
But it has a limp.
The rabbit wishes to feast.
Snack on daffodils, feel like a beast
Hop away from the wild geese
But it has a clipped ear.
The rabbit hopes to be brave.
To finally leave this cage someday
Find the joy and glory it craves
But the rabbit drives the fear.
With the cage open.
With its limp healed.
With its ear fixed.
The rabbit still wouldn't run.
Why, rabbit, do you still wish to run?
The Forest
The forest never
asks where it is
it always knows the way
be like the forest
You'll find me in the forest
Beneath the silver birch tree
With ribs in weaves of primrose
And stomach in knots of heather
What beauty today
In a land such as this,
Spinning blue skies
Dizzy from twirling leaves,
Stars in the water
Shining like sunken treasure,
Loose trees shifting
And dripping warm sun down their backs,
And everything, everything alive.
What beauty today,
In this land
Like a steady stream
That trickles through the forest,
I will persevere.
Though my journey is unknown,
I know I’ll reach the ocean.
Magnificent leaves
Beautiful tall pines and oaks
Mysterious, Dark
In this wild resplendent place
ferns unfurl softly green
below bearded mossy trees
rain falls, birds call, echoing
sound of deep forest
breathing
Its wild in here
yet so peaceful
your love has made a forest out of me
You are the forest
that I'm willing to explore even at the most dangerous and darkest area.
Just to discover
your beauteous mysteries.
As the wind blows
through the desolate trees
of a forbidden forest
and the falling of the leaves
is all that can be heard
everything stands, still
there is no time
only peace
Adventure has started
you have to capture my heart,
i will be running ,
so begin the hunt.
Be careful to choose the right path,
my forest is enchanted,
you might fall into a trap.
pick a weapon for this fight,
you must be cautios,
don't let me out of your sight.
i'll be hiding somewhere far,
watch your moves,its dangerous,
i could leave you a scar.
i think you have a chance to win,
just let your mind run wild
and keep your heart clean.
Love,is like a forest,
so big, mystifying, and enchanting,
yet,so evil, dark, and dangerous.
Life,is like a tree in a forest,
one out of many but individually beautiful, with
amazing aspects,yet,ordinary, overpowering, or underwhelming.
Friendship,like a branch on the tree.
a part that makes something, different,
and wonderful,yet,differing, imperfect, and vast.
We are a part of the forest.
In the forest of hope,
One will find tranquility, prosper, and love,
In the forest of hope,
One is all and all is one.
In the forest of doubt,
One will find hostility, failure, and evil,
In the forest of doubt,
One is none and none is one.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran
Please do not touch
Just read the signs dotted around the gallery display
So you take a selfie ...
What harm can it do?
Your camera shutter
clicks
clicks
clicks
as you take selfish selfie pics
Teetering on your high heels
you topple backwards like a destructive domino
Art gallery display
C
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S
H
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S
to the floor
Your picture won’t ever be placed in a photograph frame
But hey
You achieved your fifteen seconds of fame
You took a selfie -
How selfish!
Inspired by newspaper article where a selfie goes wrong and causes around $200k damage to artwork by British artist Simon Birch
I've never considered myself an arty or creative person and I went out of my comfort zone to write this free verse poem.
07-15-17
As a strawberry sun rises
Changing clouds to cobalt
The coolness of the morn delights
Before the sun's assault
Thyme was in the herb garden
Before the sun arose
He brushed against Rosemary
Came away morose
The sun changed to clear radiance
Illumination bright
White clouds now are wispy fanbrushed
So still no kite takes flight
A few crickets chirp jiminy
Crows caw from their far perch
Other birds are silent, waiting
Nestled deep in their Birch
A dove coos in the distant woods
His coos a welcome sound
Other birds are silent as snow
When it floats to the ground_
Such a precious quiet time alone
A few minutes of repose
The the day of duty overtakes
With life's work overdose
Just a few minutes out on the porch
The wind blew gently, rustling the leaves of oak
Skylark flitting from bough to twig
Dawn breaking from its evening cloak
Silence surrendering to new life's jig.
Fenland life awakening, yawning to the rise
Of sun's warming beauty, filling oe'r Earths skies.
The moon fades with gradual ease of time
Its evening shadows eclipsed by suns' rising prime.
Streams of ribbon meander, gentle dreams
Wander by the birch of forest glen.
Glistening, sparkling reflections of sun's beams
Filtering heavenward; raiment of soft sheen.
Cock crows his hour, robin sings his song,
Buckish hare leaps, birds of game play
Hide and seek with shooters throng;
Beaten up, open sighted, birds of prey.
Floral quilted hues upon carpet woven green,
Nectar guided insects hover on the wing.
Gold, incense, myrrh gifted to their Queen,
Warbled sonnets echo thus, this beautiful wonderous thing.