Long Carob tree Poems

The new language

It was late August, on a glaringly hot day, when I felt dizzy
went to sit on a gigantic carob tree full of beans on thick leaves 
to sit in its cooling shade; it...

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Time moves on forward fast,
Like rapids hurtling unheedingly headlong
Towards a sheer deep cascade,
And plummet down below in a mighty roar
To flow relentlessly towards the infinite sea
Drifting straight into eternal oblivion.
Yet time can ne'er erase all...

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Fat woman in a tree 

The old carob tree by the roadside had grown big leaning partly 
over the road and trucks often brushed against branches which 
caused the tree or the person in the...

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Chattering Plants. 

The fig tree has lost its big soft leaves and looks like a petrified 
octopus in the middle of a nightmare.  What the hell happened 
to the ocean? It tells itself”, I´m...

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August Forenoon 
There is a sale on in the dress shop bathing trunks reduced up 
to 40%. It has been a good summer and few local people have 
died but the price of coffins stay...

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Umbrella of Love. 
If you drive along the asphalted narrow road that runs
Parallel with the vine plants, turn left, you will see
A muddy road more like a track now after rain,
From here you have to...

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Nature sonnet
I have been walking in a domestic land abandoned and
Left to go wild and there is a struggle for dominance among
The trees the olive and carob tree especially
Grow tall and imposing while berry bushes...

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Rustic Morning 
Still, early morning and coarse grass had stopped crying
But the carob tree was still tearful someone had broken its branch
The one that was easy to grab from the lane.
By the stone fence, a...

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Sun in Your Eyes. 
In the white sea of sun bleached straws 
I saw a crow struggle, go under drowning 
In the glare of sun heat and the end 
of everything I was given the...

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Sun in Your Eyes. 
In the white sea of sun bleached straws 
I saw a crow struggle, go under drowning 
In the glare of sun heat and the end 
of everything I was given the...

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I listen to the sighing
of the wind, as I sit
in the cool shade 
of a sprawling carob tree,
wondering if Basho,
in heavenly abode, 
next to Elysian Fields,
is mumbling agitatedly
under his breath – possibly
grimaces, wrings his hands
as...

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Sleeping sun

The audacious sun finally showed up
and green was the winter landscape; I also saw
where the sun sets, behind the carob tree
soundly and snug under a carpet of wildflowers
the sun snoozes till dawn.
Over the easterly...

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Not what you see

 It looked an idyllic scene 
a farmer with a sweet, little red tractor
was ploughing a feel while his mule now unemployed
stood under a carob tree resting.
The tractor stopped no more fuel,...

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Prima Vera (spring)

The westerly has ceased it doesn’t get 
dark before seven, time for evening walks, 
and let stillness read my thoughts. 

Under a carob tree three stones one on 
top of the other and...

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