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Premium Member Spirits In the Wood
Standing all alone in the woods;
eyes shut, I feel the lilting light.
Sun dodges needles through the crown,
beams land on my skin softly so.
Brisk breezes quicken and rustle.
Bristlecone pines ever sway slowly,
while pockets of air blush...

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Categories: bristlecone, death, earth, fantasy, sin, sound, spiritual, tree,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member The Bristle Cone Pine
While wandering thru the forest pines
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Categories: bristlecone, devotion, god,
Form: Free verse
An Ode To My Bee'sknee
Game thou not with mine heart,
By thine stonewalling art,
That we might have a love fest and glee
Of a lasting wetdream of rue free,
A love that endures fine,
Like the bristlecone pine.

How thine yea made my lovesick...

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Categories: bristlecone, age, angel, art, beautiful, beauty, best friend,
Form: Ode
Premium Member The Prairie Wolf
The pasture smiled and gave its blessing nearby the sacred gentle river

Solemn sun sent tender rays through the moisture of dispersing clouds

Shadows of dawn had turned into a clement plethora of infinite shades 

A bristlecone...

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Categories: bristlecone, courage,
Form: Free verse
Methuselah
For four-thousand years and more
He’s withstood the tests of time;
Extremes of heat and cold
Haven’t cut him down in his prime;
Even now he proudly stands
As a testament of endurance,
The elements sure can’t defeat
This tree of majestic...

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Categories: bristlecone, naturetree, tree, planet, endurance,
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member Till and Plough
A flower blooms in paltry places
To nature's gardens tall and wide
Little eyes on petalled faces
A sweet short time before she dies

Her moment flowered like no other
Short-lived but more than beauty allows
Eternal clocks are for nature's...

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Categories: bristlecone, allegory, change, destiny, earth, endurance, environment, journey,
Form: Rhyme
The Patter As It Falls
paper is meant for messages
chairs are meant for sitting
water is meant for life
and truth is meant for living

sometimes exits close
sometimes we have no choice
those directions that times pose
guides the living that I voice

fields of wild...

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Categories: bristlecone, birth, faith, rain, trust, water, weather,
Form: Lyric
Premium Member Of Sage Leaves and Sweet Flowers
OF SAGE LEAVES AND SWEET FLOWERS…

While flowers may be deemed
The sweetness of nature and life,
It is the leaves of her trees that are
The essences of life, death, and rising:-

It is the leaves of the tree...

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Categories: bristlecone, allegory, analogy, flower, imagery, metaphor, nature, tree,
Form: Prose
Premium Member It's Twine Time
It’s Twine Time!

(to Alvin Cash)

It’s twine time!
ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh, ah! 
It’s time to twine, baby!
Time to forget about it all!
The latest lollipop disasters, 
The catastrophes dressed in nude attire,
The latest bristlecone attacks 
Manufactured...

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Categories: bristlecone, memory,
Form: Free verse
Beyond My Storm Door
A portal to another realm 
Etched frame and frost adorned
The cadence of the fire’s sound
Keeps all my senses warm

A vast array of bristlecone pine
And snow tipped, Douglas fir
Stand just beyond this door of mine
Where squirrels...

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Categories: bristlecone, art, beauty, environment, nature, peace, winter, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Trees? Are We?
So, me?  A tree?
How could that be?

You say they're much like humans
If that's the case; as you might say,
then I'm one from Sundarbans

Passur, most praised
Oh sure, that's it
I'm sure you'd beg to differ
Keora -...

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Categories: bristlecone, funny, tree, tree,
Form: I do not know?
Premium Member Samsara
("Bristlecone", 2016, original pen and ink)

Samsara

Beneath the titillation of Samsara
the veneer of morality waits.
Or is it the opposite?
Beneath the veneer of morality
the titillation of Samsara awaits.
Either way, it’s the same thing,
the whole damn mess
being one...

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Categories: bristlecone, mystery, spiritual,
Form: Narrative

Book: Reflection on the Important Things