Long Maples Poems

HEROES

Near somber guards, units of children heap 
dead leaves, naive to any else fallen.
Friend, you chuckle, but your posture speaks
of duty on this day of contradictions.

Firefighters bow heads in silent paean, 
while polished trucks stand...

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A Commentary on

"A Note on the [Patriarchal-Colonizing] Treatment
of Plant Names"
by Robin Wall Kimmerer, p. 385
BRAIDING SWEETGRASS:
INDIGENOUS WISDOM,
SCIENTIFIC KNOWLEDGE,
AND THE [SACRED] TEACHINGS
OF PLANTS

I too often accept
with nary a LeftBrain dominant thought
that our verbalized labels
for individual EgoPersons
are...

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I crept into the pit of hell all alone. Contingent upon my lifestyle I knew this could be my last day alive…

She haunted me in my dreams. She terrorized me in the sunlight but through...

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Tears, softly falling,
Grieving for the dreams,
Beyond knowing,
Dreams, silent, growing,
Within the spirit,
Where Jesus love is flowing,
In frequent gestures,
Wise and everlasting,
Stirring the light that lives,
Because His love restores,
His grace, in a moment,
Brings more joy than a heart,
Can...

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It is time. Yes. It is time. Time for all time telling devices to climb up trees. The grandfather clocks can climb the oaks. The watches can climb the willows. The alarm clocks can climb...

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Gathered in the shade of her quaint little garden, 
 where a trellis was woven with rose climbing vines,
   something enchanting, had been deftly designed, 
     on an ordinary...

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Heartfelt images train my heart to hear,
Music flowing with serenity, sensitivity, sincerity
Songs of hope who is all knowing – His love,
Like a whisper fading from the lips,
Evoking mists, soft as the silent glow of moonlight,
Blessings...

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Echoed in the embrace of autumn’s wind,
Gentling whispers, sighing 
Breathing prayers who consume guarded
Flames from yesterday’s shadows

Considered by the trembling branches,
Tugging against the gusts,
Laughing into the twisted leaves, dancing
Swirling caresses of soft amber, 
Succulent tangerine...

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The day that followed . . . 

Blossomed blue, bright . . . beautiful
	Clouds towering into the heavens
	Wheeling white, wonderful . . . wordless

	
The clouds danced in the expanse
Rolling on a sea of silence
Sailing soft,...

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Lucy Locket lived amidst Lakeland Hills, where jay serenaded morning;
Like plum rainbows celebrate sunshine, with never any silent warning.

Lucy was merely twenty years old, like a peach rose, dusted with dew;
And she was also a...

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You are my life and in that I believe
	Always my love will be only for you

			Flattering though that sounds I must confess
			My first love is chocolate - sad but true

	Sensual visions to capture the feel
	Bringing...

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Amongst the oaks and the maples and shrubbery so green
Runs a translucent flow, a stream so pristine
It's meandering contours hugging the land
Takes me back to the day, we met unplanned

The sky was pale blue on...

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Helen's brick house
was built by her grandpa James
with a specific design in mind:
the front black cross-windows
riminded one of Christ's sorrows;
when the off-white roll shades opened
the neighboors saw Helen wearing a rosette
on her blouse she herself...

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The beloved Queen of Hearts was a merry queen, who'd ever loved to bake;
Like confetti midnight stars, sparkling; or the yellow, noon sun, wide awake.

She baked myriad varieties of cookies, and delicious pies of different...

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                   O, I see you're coming back to Ella 
of the Cedar's Tale, more and amore, 
as...

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Once upon a time
I was merely prescient
in genes and blood
and air and water
and other ingestions
and digestions
of our ancestors.

Among these were Elders
who may have stopped along the banks
of the Connecticut and Hudson Rivers
to drink from their...

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The pin oak leaves from dormant trees, 
fall on this crisp autumn morn,
as I paint the scene of an artist’s dream;
in my mind this landscapes born.
The patch work green is this valleys scene,
with broken squares...

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Clinging moss
grazes my hair,  
    the ground
almost sponge like
       under my step
with the same growth.

Off to my right
   splashes and lapping noises
permeate through...

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When I was a kid on the bus,
I looked at all that surrounded us,
out the window I always gazed
seeing old fields, half-trees, half-hay,
beyond them rose a forest wall,
maples and pines, stately and tall,
past that rose...

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I lived in a rural area until I was twenty years old. My home was adjacent to a farm where corn was grown and locally sold. Maples and pine trees clustered across from the uneven...

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2024.4.25. Thursday
It was ANZAC day, a public holiday.
It was our 2nd trip, we visited SR.
Misjudged the weather, cloudy and windy,
Crossed the bridge twice
Misread the bus time table, 
Ended up wasting lot of time,
Sitting at the...

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The breathe of summer is nearly past
Oaks and maples collect dreams, belief
Pouring out the tenderest promises, gentling
The spirit with a grace so warm, like a whisper
Caressing the moon with soft tendrils of firefly
Kindness, kindled by...

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Ecclesiastes 3:1 (KJV) "To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:"

As haunting as autumn’s waltz,
When the maples and oaks charm,
Dancing in ambers, golds and hearts,
Risking the shadows...

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Poetry walks over the spirit who hears,
	Joy in wonders, blessings, joys who breath
		Music of the night, reflecting autumn peace.

On winds of gentling sincerity, a word,
	Promising to clear the way for God’s hope		
		To melt away the...

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Like the moving clouds my life runs,
Not knowing when to stop, saturate and shower,
Carrying the vapours of worry my heart weighs heavy,
Crossing the peak I saturate and cry,
Sometimes I squall, sometimes I bawl,
At times I...

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