Long Branches Poems
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Into the Night
As I drift into a peaceful night slumber..
Sounds owned by the night, enter my chamber.
Crickets chirp a tune to share..
From the corners of the dusk; filling the night air.
The moon peers through the window, sprawling to the floor.
Making slight shadows, for creating a frightening folklore.
I hear little feet scurrying across the room.
It was a mouse, I think; escaping his foredoom.
Leaves from branches brush across the window screen.
The night was proving to be more then it seemed.
Moths flutter aloft a lighted street post.
A slight breeze ascends the curtains, simulating a ghost!
In the near distance, came the sound of a drummer.
Then out of nowhere, a flash splits the darkness asunder!
Rain patters down steadily on the worn rooftop.
Then the night went placid leaving a picturesque backdrop.
The smell of the rain renders me soporific.
Slipping into a dream, I ponder on tomorrow nights frolics!
29. One expected orchid was gift enough but eighteen and of different color blossoms, well, that beats all my expectations.
30. Clover, dandelions, oxalis, and buttercups that’s our front yard. No wonder flag-man-riding-an-easy-rider-chopper-of-grasses regards me with suspicion.
31. The snow reports kept coming: first inches and then feet. This year, the Sierras, oh so fat with snow, will go on a diet. All the salmon rivers will overflow and the fish will go dancing in backyards.
32. This log carcass at my feet--a coffin’s bottom shelved against mushrooms and other soft-moss decaying things--was once the arm or a nose of a tree and a cracking-moaning breeding song of a cicada discotheque.
33. The garden broke free. My chalk lines, the twined enslavement of kale, and the chicken wire were broken, cut, or directly spilled into grass and dandelions—a family reunion.
34. Plato, I imagine, is in Greek heaven shaping olive trees into perfect spheres. From there, he longs for messy branches, sweaty breasts, and children’s uncontrollable laughter.
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When climbing up the tree of life,
Strong branches we must find.
When some of them don’t bear our weight,
We’re sometimes left behind.
The branch we grasp to meet our needs,
May bend back to the ground.
Alas we find, what looked so strong,
May bring us tumbling down.
We have to live by our mistakes,
And learn by every one.
Our failures mean we have to try,
To change the way we’ve gone.
For every time that we succeed,
There’s more times that we loose.
But losing makes us wiser souls,
And helps the way we choose.
Our life’s a maze, with many paths,
That none may walk the same.
No wonder that we take wrong turns,
When walking down life’s lane.
So carry proudly all your scars,
You won when you went wrong.
They helped you find your own true way,
It’s them that make you strong.
Now take these lessons, taught by life,
And help all others see,
That they must make their own mistakes,
When climbing up life’s tree.
Ivor G Davies
I walk through the forest by the lake
So many pictures I have to take
Freshly fallen leaves embrace the ground
Birds greet me with their welcoming sounds
Tree branches reach out L as if to shake my hand
A gesture I suspect asking me to respect their land
The morning sun extends its warmth to the ground
On the water below a speed boat whisks by with its booming sound
Excited fisherman rejoice with their morning catch
A couple tosses a stick into the water for their dog to fetch
Returning home I must thank nature for the memories it creates
At the end of my journey, a cup of coffee and a fireplace awaits
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Clouded skies somberly cascade
upon motionless vistas,
floating unrehearsed melancholy hues
where muted feelings roam
on an autumn morning echoing
a weary winter dream
I sit beneath a weeping willow’s
unhurried leaves fluttering
like silent wind chimes,
quietly pacing unheard melodies,
as dandelions seek the sun now
merely an absent reflection in my own tears
And I reminisce of the days when
magnolia petals were our sunrise,
sweetly scenting the virginal dawn
in soft aromatic whispers,
lazily lingering upon our skin
when your smile was my every morning
Now I wait below wilting branches,
listless arches desperately reaching
but never touching the ground,
allowing desolate thoughts to wallow
as the soft earth reclaims me
from an infinite finale in gray
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Inspired by Sandra Adams poem Crimson Tears
Brigham Young, the Mormon prophet
Pointed to the west; they crossed it
North, east, south, west sent colonies,
And has his name on universities.
Brigham Young, who led the Mormons after the assassination of their founding prophet Joseph Smith, led the Mormon Pioneers from "Winter Quarters" (a spot near what is now Omaha Nebraska) to what is now Salt lake City, Utah, then established colonies in most of the western states, south-western Canada, and northern Mexico. Brigham Young University in Provo, Utah, is the largest religious, and one of the largest private, universities in the USA, and has branches in Hawaii and Idaho. There is a monument in Washington DC to B.Y. for him being the great colonizer. Most groups that went west did so seeking gold or land, but didn't worry about those who followed. When the Mormons crossed, they widened mountain gaps, made maps, planted seeds, set up river crossings etc to make it easier for later groups to follow.
Powder puff clouds drift in dark dusky sky
Obscuring the moonbeams way up high
Murky shadows dance upon the street
Unnerving passers-by as they meet
Skeletal winter branches wave their fingers
in swirling grey mist, see how it lingers
I hurry past as the shadows frighten me
Their ghostly forms are plain to see
Bright moon peeps round and brings me light
Its shining face is such a reassuring sight
Creepy shadows are slowly diminished
My midnight walk will soon be finished
I hurry home as the shadows slink away
They will rest now and return another day
As soon as dawn breaks, the eerie shadows die
Bright golden sun will illuminate the sky
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Red, orange and yellow fill the valley
Like a bucket of paint, spilled on the trees
Water reflects autumn's grand finale
With colorful leaves, waving in the breeze
The humming birds have left on their long trip
With clear memories, of where to return
The cherry tree is now pruned, snip by snip
Breaking branches, with new lessons to learn
Acorns tumble across the colder ground
On lawn where the sparkling frost will arrive
Summer flowers passed, where they were once found
Death and re-birth of seasons to survive
The grandeur of fall, sparks new enlightment
Opening doors, to winter's excitement
Heidi Sands
12/13/23
POTD 12/15/23
Staring into the Void of a White Room,
Trying to see imagery coalesce from infinity
Mind rims with fear, red sears the horizon, insanity!
Lookin into nothing but endlessly white.
No beginning no end in sight.
What once had walls now all faded
Bled into oblivion, the coming of the white.
Stars in my vision, spiral
the branches veins in my vision
the biological Pixels of sight.
Staring into the void of a white room
My vision tries to fight..
No definition, no tangible edge!
My mine reels at the emptiness
A gulf in my soul
I am the space bleached of life
I am the eternal abyss
as it is surrounds me
feeding into the same eternity
IT Looks into your soul and asks what if?
The only color I process is the blood
at the edge of my vision dying away…
Nothing more for me but for to digress.
The blinding white cools slowly fades
dims to gray, I feel myself light
My strength ebbs away.
The gray deepens to black
Staring in nothing now but endless nothing.
even the red from my heart beat cools
is no more.
Odd?
I drift on a sea of infinite bliss
as imagery of things forgotten
come to my sight, pass me like I am at sea.
Something is coming something
I remember distantly…
It is all there is and nothing I know.
All a drift on a sea of possibilities.
The end of the show?
Going from one moment to the next.
Into the void, into the known
I am staring into the void of infinity
Coming home to my creators mansion.
The source of all, the end of my
Journey over a thousand lives
Lived out in a flash
Sitting in a room, a void, all white again
Here She is coming to take me home…
How blessed I feel this Christmas Eve
beneath a moonlit winter sky
as lights ignite to mimic stars
while snowflakes melt into our skin.
Beneath a moonlit winter sky
where footprints vanish instantly
from pathways paved with silver snow,
the waning wind breathes quiet sighs.
As lights ignite to mimic stars
on trees that blend into the sky,
they cling with incandescent grace
to frosted branches cased in ice.
While snowflakes melt into our skin
and carols float upon the breeze,
our clouds of breath rise through the night
to coalesce with chimney smoke.
Written: November 5, 2015
For Debbie's "Shall We Retourne" Contest