Long Branch Poems
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A red-throated hummingbird, betrayed,
begins the annual rite of packing up his nest,
in response to the mercurial spinning of winds,
and the twisted temperaments of weather.
Distant friends once conspired together, chasing sunbeams,
beak-seeking nectar beckoned from blossoms' tease,
thoughtful temptations from the breeze who taught him to fly.
Without warning, save the predictions of history,
the wind turned her shoulder, hiding the cold,
smell of snow on her breath belying denials of inclemency.
Taking only what he needs, tucking it in next to his breast;
an odd stick, a tuft of newborn lanugo for the sake of nostalgia,
unhatched plans of a portico he had intended to build.
Red bird perched on bare branch, in morning bids farewell,
takes flight on desolate breath, his load less heavy now,
having left his heart with the unsteady humor of sylphs.
Air smelling lavender lily, in splash of wild flowers.
Bowers of rustic rosebuds, first love fragrance hours.
Cloudless skies exalt blue, fuzzed in luscious green.
Daffodils of yellow beams, bloom with night jasmine.
Ephemeral path of blue birds, sync butterflies scarlet,
Fancy rejoice of dalliance, in pink and purple banquet.
Gardens cloister colored valleys , petals in avalanche
Hyacinth perfumed sunshine, glossy blossoms branch.
In transit, cold greets summer, change of fresh attire,
Juvenile mind that's young, feels like flying higher.
Kisses stolen in gentle flirts, flowing streams of nectar,
Love sings joy and dance, in promise of new laughter.
Magical burst of smiling buds, re-sprout hidden hope,
Notes of mirth in dulcet , birds weave nest to cope.
Orange foliage sets fire, as decors of art unveil.
Primrose bedecked palanquins , sway in royal gale,
Queen of nature rides in beauty, crocuses in thicket.
Resurrected winter mist,..in green life, all succulent.
Sonnets, ballads, songs, gallery of dream for ages
Timeless glory of beauty in painter and poet pages
Up from a pastel sky, nymphs walk down filigree paths
Valentine day's just gone, the season of love to last
Wild cherry blossoms of silk, greet in a pink hello
Xylophone notes chant in a stream of music flow.
Young lovers gyrate... in a romantic love affair
Zephyr wind throws a hug,...Spring is in the air.
15th March 2019
Meet Tweedle Dum and Tweedle-Dee
Two of a kind they both lived in a tree
Way high up on the upper most branch
Not afraid of heights but why take a chance
I fail to see why they're living up there
They don't have a bed, they don't have a chair
Must be uncomfortable and hard on the bum
Hope they're not bothered by splinters, by gum
These guys are strange, they're nincompoops
They've never liked living in community groups
Independent old souls most all of their lives
Some call 'em snobby, these guys they deride
Society is made up of all different trolls
Some are hot headed with holes in their souls
Some are real happy, like those guys the best
Sure happy I got that stuff off of my chest
Meet Tweedle Dum and old Tweedle-Dee
Two of a kind they both lived in a tree
If you guys want my opinion and advice
Get the hell down here and I won't tell you twice
© Jack Ellison 2013
Sparrows enjoy a certain reputation
For intimacy and hope
Crosby Stills and Nash sang of them
In Suite: Judy Blue Eyes
As compatriots to the morning
Air
With guitar strums and high notes
Truth be told
Sparrows are bulkier than the normal song bird
And not particularly
Pretty
Brown and gray as a mound of dirt
Chirpy jerky punk band
And they have no problem with crowding out
From a bush or bird feeder
Finches and chick-a-dees
They’re kind of a bully
Push around those that are smaller
Who carry pouches of yellow and pink
And tiny symphonies
They clog up my eavestroughs with nests
Right now
I watch one sparrow land on top of another
And the tree branch bends down
Under their heft
Bounces up and down
To their sex
Again
The limb
Seemingly
Waving them off
Or so it tries
As if it’s saying
Get off me you animals.
The springtime garden smiles at sunrise
From the flowers drafts of fragrance fly
The branch of the rejuvenated tree tries
To go up even higher in the cerulean sky.
Busy bees sense the scintillating scent
They swarm enticed from somewhere
Suck the flowers’ essence fully content
And prepare honey in their waxy ware.
The alluring branch of tree they descry
Waving in the wind the welcome arm
On the buzzing wings they whizz to fly
To build a hanging hive of honey charm.
In the surging storm the dusk sky breaks
The tree trembles hit by tearing thunder
The honey-trapping hive network wrecks
Succulent splinters spatter down under.
Flushed by shower the flowers lie reclined
Face the sunburst sky in the morning glow
On them honey smeared all over they find
That’s how nectar returns the bees know.
__________________
May 26, 2022
Contest : Bee Creative
Sponsored by : Matt Caliri
Seems to me the more I age
My fondness for trees only grows
Their resilience and gracefulness
Their symmetry and beauty
Their arms outstretched heavenward
As if asking to be blessed with a nest for life
But it’s the way they bravely face each season
No fanfare just day by day
Making the most of their assets
Offered freely to all taking the time to appreciate
Every gnarly curve earned though hardship
Broken branch and injury
Radiant in the sun Solemn by moonlight
Valiant through the rainstorm
Resolute against snow and sleet
Naked… Buds… Foliage… Dried falling leaves
And naked again the cycle regenerates itself
Such is life on this beautiful planet
AP: 1st place 2022, 2nd place 2020, 3rd place 2024, Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on August 29, 2018 for contest END AUGUST 2018 STANDARD sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Tell me those lies
you alone can tell
with that spark in your eyes
as accompanying jest
I’ll take the mirage
of love my friend
hide in a smile
the pain
of a heart lacerated
by claws
hidden in softness
of paws
Trust me it’s love
Autumn tears
falling
washing wound
then covering
with sunset leaves
capping
with snow soft gauze
protecting
from passionate winds
while resting
in arms of love
protected
Trust me it’s love
Sun rays peaking
then hiding
through wind blown
curtains inviting
to flowering branch
where hiding
love bird is singing
and waiting
for heart to get drunk
on sunlight
dreaming of paradise
awaiting
Trust me it’s love
Pearly moon light
romancing
pupils seem to vanish
reversing
pale night sky
into an expanse
of serene blue light
breezy spring scent
inebriating
music of stars serenading
two hearts
circling each other
Forever in love
Sixt Place Winner: Brian Strand Contest 1290-2/29/24
First Place Winner: Brian Strand-All Yours-3/4/21
Sixth Place: Craig Cornish- Blue- 1/11/19
Sixth Place: William Kekaula- Say It Again- Contest-5/15/21.
Third Place: Brian Strand-No 1203-3/27/23
I’m falling, falling for you, entangled
in your crisp and shapeliness, newfangled
light and heaviness. Underneath I hide
the quiver of my chin, where smiles reside.
Innocence plays upon my lips, cerise,
the color of the maple, of Maurice —
you see i try to please all of my friends,
too many to count, to many attend.
I used to climb each limb - each branch and lean
into the lemonshine, the ground unseen.
The scent of caramel, burnt sugar, spice.
Nay - likely ice-cold rain and paradise.
The frond is gone, the hoar frost near of heart.
The soar, light whip of float - the eye in part
travels with wind and scent. The boa wrap,
variegated color — I take a nap.
Snow-white bungalow - an arctic igloo.
I must be rescued - ash soot up the flue.
Serendipity through the heap.
I’d been dreaming - up through the leaves I leap.
8/3/2021
An interesting Couplet
Sponsor: Funom Makama
You were there when no one understood
Little did I know, you were up to no good
For the first time I was actually cool..and carefree
All the while you had a plan for me
Things were great..I had lots of new friends
I would later realize out this was the fork in the road…
My journey on a road I chose
You were always with me...you never left..
When the party was over...when all my friends were gone
You were still there..but I felt so alone
I had nothing or no one because you would not go away
You said I'm the one who wanted it this way
You said you could not leave if you wanted to
That you didn't choose me...I chose you
TITLE:. ADDICTION/
by Melissa branch
How foolish of me to search for perfect peace.
A place where the heart can easily breathe.
Foolish to think that "things" calm the mind.
Unwind the tangles of the ID - battered life.
Does each good deed polish a rough stone?
To be used to make a path toward heaven's abode.
Does each foul thought or deed remove that stone...
Leave the soul in the brambles of selfish undergrowth.
To create or break down, those are the choices.
Am I to be an asset to life and a gift to mankind,
A bird that brings an olive branch of good intent.
Or a predator with cheshire smile and bloody hands.
How many good stones have I laid down thus far?
My steps have gathered brambles, not tapping toward stars.
There exists a pure peace but never found in this realm.
Nesting in ripples of heaven-so very far from this half a hell.