Long Branch Poems
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wind swept warring deluge roars past
mighty trees bow low to its commands
splatter of rain in geometric rule
tinkling furious on glass
branch flies from parent tree
nature no slave to invitations of science
it does not have to pretend to knock at its door
rolling dark clouds,thunder, lightening are its signs
an invading torrent has rushed in to explore
obedient trees
bow low to unhindered flow...
nourished cleansed they glow
‘Four in one’ poetry contest
crystalline(8,9), Kimo (10,7,6), rhyme (12x4), haiku 5,7,5
Constance La France
written 07-September 2020
“A plum does not resent the hungry man, but the farmer who planted the tree.” - from ‘Bullet Train’
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breath …
of Aokigahara
shadowed … solemn
pressed upon twilight’s demise
as rouge on the face of dawn
like a plum blossom
perfect … pure
fallen from Fuji’s proud shoulders
to blush the cheek of
a water, tranquil
cool glass of grace and depth
giv’n such beautied blemish …
petals’ pink ballet
fouetté en tournant to welcome the
sun on a mirrored sky -
devoted dance for the new day
once …
among many million more
trembling a-branch
but now, for a whisper of wind
a princess, divine
blooming, bowing, waltzing for
the lord of the lake, Saiko
and the promise of
an early …
spring.
~ for my dear friend Sachiko ~
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, June 1, 2024
Under the numb of the yum yum tree
Under the glum of my plumbless eye
Between the branches of life and death
Under the limbs of a plumbless sky
Under the broken branches of hope
Under the branch makers watchful eye
Between the gasp of first and last breath
Under my numbness, I pray to die
Under beguile of my maiden fair
Under a smile, thought I knew so well
Between eaves of trees, she bleeds, deceives
Under plumbless eye, she seeds my hell
Under the glow of a plumbless moon
Under my glum that I keep inside
Between numb dead eyes, a lead-filled prize
Under glum plumbless, I open wide
As I look up I see a blue sky with puffy, white clouds slowing moving. I noticed a huge portion of gray to the left which gives a sign rain is on the way. I feel the drops as they sprinkle on me, so I go inside, for I am free.
The next day, crickets make loud noises from the trees as I sit on the ledge enjoying a slight breeze. Birds fly ever so freely, one fly from one tree branch to another, two fly together, no matter what the weather. They just flap and go. Are they looking for someone? We will never know cause they are on the move. No home to stay, they are free to fly and they fly, fly away.
It is so hot out here, I think they hide in the tree for shade.
Do they worry like we do? They're too free, they wouldn't be.
Are they homeless? They can fly anywhere, they shouldn't be. I hear chirping sounds as I write, are they fussing or I wonder, do they ever fight? They are free as can be. They can fly on a roof top or fly to an ocean or walk by the sea.
What is freedom? A cell can limit your destination, but your mind has freedom, unlimited imagination. You can travel, expand and broaden your horizons through imagination. Fly with me, for I am free as I want to be. Free to see the birds, free to travel without luggage. I have frequent flyer miles, so feel free to fly with me.
Right now I will close my eyes and fly to Paris. It is hot, it's exciting, it's fun. I see the Eifel Tower, it is beautiful.
Now I am free to fly to Hawaii. It is cool, it's colorful, relaxing and peaceful. The calm waters soothe my soul.
I am free to write, you are free to read. Thanks for freeing your mind to fly with me in a blue sky with puffy, white clouds.
So, what is free? Is death free or living with unlimited imagination free?
The rainbow-colored dazzling aura adorned,
Unknown suspense awaiting like thorny bush-horned;
Hope, like not so blue sky, yet, tentatively clear,
Trails of travel fog-filled, yet, hope-filled in each sphere...!
Lost, yet, not fully; moving from known to unknown
What, midst mundane existence, ever clearly known?
Every single soul, like a sage, moves toward search,
Nights and days have slept in sleeplessness sleepy lurch...!
Beasts and birds of pleasant and unpleasant moods flow,
Encountering all, like a child, in gleam I glow;
Life is known; unknown is its origin and end,
Each branch of each tree knows which direction to bend...!
30 December 2022
Beyond Reach Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
A magnolia tree stands tall by my window
On a bent bough stretching out green to me
From the nest of twig web a sparrow
Tweets to me the tune of summer song.
The nest falls with the leaves in winter of despair
The homeless sparrow can’t bear the wind chill
Disappears beyond the edge of dismal freeze
Leaving the last echo of its song by my window.
The bare branch waits for the verdant sprout
That I look for out of the window on gloomy days
I hear the sparrow’s chirp resonate at new sunrise
In the winter of discontent my summer song returns.
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January 10, 2023
For Brian Strand Your Choice Contest
Oak no longer wears verdant cape
Which clings to each branch rotund shape
Upon each branch in shapely pairs
Verdant cape oak no longer wears
A tinge of frost, lands and touches
'Pon summer's nests, but gone the clutches
Who hatched and left before they're lost
Lands and touches a tinge of frost
Russet colors adorn those leaves
Large in number, but naught achieves
Winds blow them away they're airborne
Those leaves russet color adorns
Bare limbs exposed, skeletal oak
Chilled by northerly wind uncloak
Hope in spring? I truly supposed
Skeletal oak, bare limbs exposed
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Contest: Swap Quatrain
Date: 09-21-2022
First time doing one of these. Not so easy.
I used rhyme zone. Syllable counter.net. On some I could not figure out how to have only 8 syllables. Going to check with Grammer checker also.
In a moment of silence
The winter's crystals are filled
in a snowglobe with you
A window without curtains
Like two sparrows in the country of love
We escape from problems in line
and money that burns
To get away from Christmas and stress
This is one of the most magical places on earth
So close, cheek to cheek
We sit on this branch and shine
in our common air and landscape
Christmas is time for peace,
love and reflection
Take care of those around you
Christmas is a period of the year
it's hardest to be lonely
04.12.2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
September comes along in splendour
With a song sung the world to adore
A melody, a sweet serenade
To the time of year sweet dreams are made.
The ninth month brings along cooler days
As autumn begins vivid displays
Leaves change colour for their final dance
Twisting and twirling from off the branch.
Days get shorter as nights grow longer
In their sophisticated wonder
Stars shine brightly as the moonlight glows
There's a fragrance of evening primrose.
Rouse me up after this September
The one I wish not to remember
It's the month of my birthday, that's why
The years are quickly passing me by.
The hair has turned hues of silver grey
Wrinkles now showing and here to stay
Yet September grace never grows old
It has beauty that constantly glows.
Each day I pray earthly folk will see
The woman I hope and wish to be
I'm not alone, have love of my own
Seeds of peace I scatter as I roam.
September ends with its magic touch
Painting sky with its amazing brush.
* * *
Quicksand works efficiently in the jungle
No need to give applause for nothing new
The vanishing act begins when you step in
Give Birthday boy a hand for being 30
There is no rope, no vines, no hope for miles
Another fragile family member disappears
The lineage broken like a branch by sinking
As quickly as the quicksand works its magic
Who knows when something goes so wrong
Jungles certainly don't understand or care
Mysteries abound above the canopy tops
So beautiful and out of touch this time of year
Invisibility is a way of life up in the wild
Below the feet things go missing frequently
It was not the kind of party birthday boy imagined
He was promised pretty girls and helium balloons
He wished for something better, something different
A walk in nature for example would be nice
Let the search party begin and watch your step
The ground is wet. Quickly now. It's getting dark