Long Maple Poems
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Soon the sun will shine
Through the east facing blinds
I haven't worked in seven months
Yet, I rise every day before him
And write a poem or two
The ceiling fan wobbles
Finches, sparrows and a cooing dove
Greet the dawn
Sweet morning love
Best time for me
Should be waking up in cooler climes
Shoulda been coulda been woulda been
Gone by now
But for this old house
Drug off a mountain top
From a mining camp
That got scraped away
And dumped across the highway
Miner's shack really
Bought it for about
One year's teaching salary
In 1995
Kept all its 100 year old doors
Crystal doorknobs and skeleton key locks
Stripped away the lath and plaster
Took out some walls, moved another
Replummed, rewired
Refinished wood floors
Put down some maple
Added on some rooms
Guarded it all with white pickets
It has it's charm
Why I fought to keep it
Quit my job in Vegas
Retired altogether
So I could stay here
I don't know
Funny like that
Usually don't care
Pretty good at it
But this old house in this old town
I do
Although right now I wish I were
Dwellung somewhere north
Grand Tetons,Yellowstone, Glacier
Somewhere cold
Got my eldest daughter in Montana
But I'm here near my youngest
And her baby
Son just got back from Kuwait
He and my favorite daughter in law
Coming to visit from NY
Wants her dad here for barbeque Wednesday
Golf, then dinner out and a pub crawl Thursday
She's good to my son--good to everyone really
Si she gets what she wants
I'll put a shine on the place
Marinate a prime rib for the big easy
Buy her tequila, his whiskey, some beer
And get a tee time
I'm happy
I could be snuggled up in the cold
On a pine scented morning
Be fishing before the sun hits the water
But no one would come see me
Guess I'd fight again
For this old house
Sun's beating the blinds
It's garbage day
Gotta drag out the bin
Two whole bags
Higher trash fee now than
When the house was full
(Sigh)
"Has solitude ever led your steps down a forest path . . . "
Quote by Constance La France
Down a lane I'd run, one bordered with myrtles of crepe,
Lost in thought, I hardly noticed that twilight was nigh.
Plagued with sorrow, I'd sought a safe haven for escape.
Welling clouds hovered over me like a gray serape,
that held a threat of rain, but a storm I would defy.
Down a lane I'd run, one bordered with myrtles of crepe.
A maple forest stood before me on the landscape.
High above their canopy, a flock of geese flew by.
Plagued with sorrow, I'd sought a safe haven for escape.
Beneath withering crimson leaves with a trident shape,
my sadness faded as if they'd tried to pacify.
Down a lane I'd run, one bordered with myrtles of crepe.
Grief disappeared as I felt a cool breeze on my nape.
Darkness approached. To the forest I whispered 'goodbye,'
plagued with sorrow, I'd sought a safe haven for escape.
Past the need for solitude, I threw off heartache's drape.
Moments spent in the copse calmed me, I cannot deny.
Down a lane I'd run, one bordered with myrtles of crepe.
Plagued with sorrow, I'd sought a safe haven for escape.
11/17/22 ~ Writing Challenge "V" Forms Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Quote #2 - Inspiration with a theme of - Nature
I captured the twilight,
marmalade skies
Longing to see it
reflect in your eyes
Stood on a mountain
where shadows did play
Boarded a cloud
sent to take me away
Flew o'er the valley,
a shimmering glide
Under a rainbow
with nothing to hide
Drifted the border,
a northern delight
Just past the moon
shining brightly tonight
Landed my cloud
midst a maple tree row
Feeling the breeze,
ever cooling the flow
Looked in my heart
as I quickly climbed down
Seeking the girl
with the eyes colored brown
Called out your name,
set the echoes a' free
Gazed the horizon
only hoping to see
When there you were,
with a smile on your face
Running to greet me,
a wondrous embrace
You climbed on our cloud,
and we followed the wind
A perfect adventure,
about to begin
We floated forever
on the heavens above
Into the sunset,
just falling in love
The black walnut we planted is thriving,
even our honeylocust has survived.
A silver maple with six stems switching
every which way, is first to flower, last
to lose leaves. Couple of Norway maples
to string my hammock between. A knock-kneed
sugar maple, made for shade, and a young
bitternut hickory to replace the maple
when root rot takes it out. A white pine grew
like a weed, blocked the neighbor’s view but trees
make better neighbors than people. A river
birch that sweeps its branches like a girl
on a bicycle flying over the roof.
Bittersweet attacks a quaking aspen,
pursuing prey, and an unruly quince
attracts cardinals, rabbits, juncos and jays.
Two crab apples with magenta blossoms
illuminate our Spring and a red spruce
so tall you don’t notice it at all because
the foliage starts high above dead limbs
I keep uncut for wildlife cover.
Hemlocks and oaks where deer lay down their bones.
I’ve thought of adopting a yellow poplar
in memory of Dad, for the wet flat
where the silver maple's doing fine but
tulips need warm, well-drained soil, so no.
~
With a moonbeam in her smile,
she illumined every flower,
while she wandered down the path,
neath an ever-changing sky
With a chuckle and a grin,
peeked behind the twisted maple,
where the dragonflies would hide,
if a stranger passes by
On this quiet summer eve,
as the crickets started chirping,
with a pinecone as a necklace,
she was dressed up for the show
As she took her favorite seat,
near a toadstool who was sleeping
and a tree frog she called Larry,
on her shoelace down below
When she heard the singer sing,
as the evergreens were swaying,
in a soft melodic fashion,
while the cello played in time
There were songbirds in the trees,
where they added happy whistles
near some squirrels who would listen,
just to see if it did rhyme
When along a spider came,
(no, it's not some different story)
with a top hat on his head,
said he'd really like to dance
They all watched as he performed,
with his eight legs quickly moving,
then applauded when he stopped,
this might be his only chance
Next, a butterfly ballet,
so demure, their wings a' flutter,
in a silken pirouette,
so enchanting was the sight
They received a roaring cheer,
loud as thunder in the heavens,
as they took a tiny bow,
then they ran off to the right
Where beyond the forest edge,
came the morning sun arising,
purple, pink and tangerine,
were the colors she did spy
So, she rubbed her weary eyes,
gave a little hug to Larry,
made her way back down the path,
as she waved to all good bye
~
Hello, if you want a bird as a friend
I could be a good one.
Oh, I would sing to you sweet songs all the day long
and we could hide and seek for fun.
I see you like seed bread- well guess what! I do too
but I'll skip the peanut butter.
After breakfast lets go to the garden
so I can go flutter.
I will tweet joyful songs when you are sad
'cause I want you happy.
I have watched you weeping from my maple tree branch
oh, please, please don't be unhappy.
And at night we will go to bed like pals,
you under your fleece sheets,
And thanks for the hat- it makes a nice nest
till I wake you with my TWEETS !
I saw the maples;
Chattering with the spruce;
Sparrows awaken;
Squirrels recused;
Running rapid;
Are those rabbits;
Dogs chasing still the cat up the tree;
God where are all the honey bees;
By the grave I saw the maples;
The lonely liquidambar leafing;
I felt obliged to admire the Rameses;
~
The bur oak smiled;
As the trees of all kinds;
Lo! The sun dials;
Waves with the wind in the skies;
Do just only the butterflies mind;
For the maple leaves fallen down;
By the grave I saw the maples;
Onto the grounds are browned and dead;
The lonely liquidambar leafing;
Tree, tree, trees;
Memories;
Dread;
~
Homeless one I am;
I guess under their shade I’ll be sleeping;
Living off the land;
Alone sleeping;
7/6/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2021
Outside my house, there is a crane.
Much to my disdain.
Tearing up my lawn looking for fossils.
But is it really worth tearing up my garden that’s full?
Tempting, trouble.
There are no valuables in the rubble.
Only a few spiders which feel frightful.
Stealing the nutrients in the soil.
I know I can replant soon.
Saddened by the dead rose’s tune.
I could cook my soup tonight.
But the basil was lost in the blight.
They knocked over my mailbox too.
There’s only junk mail in there, that’s true.
They left behind a shovel and brush.
I could plant soon, but what’s the rush?
I do my own investigation.
Into the lush imagination.
Might as well continue searching around.
They already destroyed the ground.
So I continued to dig for weeks on end.
Until there was nothing else to upend.
A centipede under a stone.
Asks if I found a dinosaur bone.
Even if I find more than dust and debris?
Will I ever feel free?
Is there any way to stop fretting?
Or stop the sun from setting?
One of those maple seeds fell nearby.
I wonder why…
In this destroyed place.
There is no race.
There is no grass to live in.
So I let it blow into the wind.
I wish I could as well…
But maybe I’ll just dig a wishing well.
>>>
cavorted about as elfin brides
under a saffron maple tree^^^^
Dressed in prism-hued layers
of chiffon in ethereal shimmers
and delicate silken gossamers
They having their group wedding in the fall
And fairy folk bustled about all round
as flimsy and flighty as they could be
while henna leaves fell upon the brides,
>>>>> in ceremonial nuptial
An autumn's breezy ritual>>>Branches denuded
Yet autumn's august>>>
in honey fallen maple leaves as well
>>>>Playing hide'n' seek
with browny brownie grooms
also camouflaged in the heap...>>>
( beautiful quote 7)
See them walking around the city in unbridled fashion that makes them feel jittery, soft and loose in their custom-made jumpsuit; they went shopping in high heels shoes wearing perfume that you could smell from a distance.
The threads are woven evenly and the seams at the front are explicit, it makes them feel like saucy peppers spread on top of a sedated platter at the Ritz. Lips painted in bright red colors and body soaked in lavender balm and the aroma oil extracted directly from the maple root saturate their bodies in time for the truth.
The ambience of room with the filtering smell of spring ushered in from the tropical island engulfs the room and increases their appetite.
In seconds their bodies caught fire and saturate their innate desire, it swept quickly through the room leaving a stained passion on the bed, shouting in joy and laughter from the top of their head. They wrapped their bodies in pleasure leaving a diamond bracelet dangling at their feet and smiles that you could not compete.
The tall skinny one's parades down the street in their roll Royce limonene, fricasseeing on the back seat and disrupting the driver's heart beat, while courage stood up on the stand seeking ways to devour the guilty man.
The Jumpsuit has taken over the town and pleasures are floating around, the tightness has disappeared and the distress is laid bare, the people’s mind has loosened and everyone is drinking from the same cup.
I pinch myself to see if I was alive for these images keeps flickering on the screen and it feels like a midnight dream; the fire is real the people are there and the bartender is running up and down the floor and there is a long line standing at the door; everyone was wearing a jumpsuit.
The paradise of hope lies on the brim and the wisdom of man is carried away in his sin and his naked appetite dangle in front of his pride and his lover stood briskly by his side.
The jumpsuit is coming back on stream and everyone is writing for the big screen. You have got to have courage to fulfill your dreams, if you don’t have a jumpsuit go and get one now, the cold is setting in and your fingers will be numb.