Long Pine tree Poems

“SUMMER”



Where 
has Summer 
gone?

The world 
has lost 
Summer

Sweet 
little 
dream

missing 

all those other 
beautiful  
small dreams 

seen as toys
small and 
inconsequential 

casually tossed aside, 
disposable play,
things

pure shining lights
smiling eyes once so bright, 
switched off,

'neath...

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- 2016 -

- JANUARY -

A freezing cold evening

Where the stars shining bright

With frost blade flanks

From mouth and nose steam

In the clear silence

White untrodden snows

Nature's frozen pulse

Sleep like a little baby

One gracious moon

After the night the...

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The sun was rising high in the east over the town of Milton creek
It was the eighteenth day of December, the start of Christmas week
All the store fronts were decorated; it was a colourful sight...

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"I hope you enjoy this true story.  While I'm unable to emulate Hitchcock, the tale reminds me of that great director." ~ The First Grader

In 1965, on a corner lot, four or five children,...

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Sponsor: Carol Eastman

Long before Christmas had become a jolly folklore,
I met a grandfatherly man...
He was clean shaven, tiny and crabby,
And always wore a floppy black suit, his name was Mr. Atnas.

See, I was at such...

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Cascading off the winter chill
leaving warmth wherever it traces
the edge of the daffodil, tulip or crocus
spring shines its brilliant rays across
the windowpane that mirrors the friendly praise
coloring the seals with such sweet appeal 

lavender lilacs...

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Cascading off the winter chill
leaving warmth wherever it traces
the edge of the daffodil, tulip or crocus
spring shines its brilliant rays across
the windowpane that mirrors the friendly praise
coloring the seals with such sweet appeal 

lavender lilacs...

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I love spending nights on the lake.
Once the oven-like sun disappears,
things get suddenly quiet, except for
the occasional hoot of an owl, crickets, frogs
and the soft lapping of the lake on the boat.
When the moon rises...

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My coping method fraught with utmost futility thus...

My professional treatment plan
predicated upon duress in extremis
hence Electroconvulsive therapy,
a last ditch effort I avail
and surrender self qua
to shock the monkey (me)
one (twenty first century)
obstinate bipedal hominid turncoat
optioned,...

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They sit for hours in the room going around in circles, jaws moving up and down their faces and tongue lashing out around the place. They have a special look on their face with the...

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"ALL THE LITTLE PIECES OF YOU DIED"

If only there was a way I could have given you a piece of my peace…

Maybe your brokenness would be mended 
with my loving sutures. If only I had...

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Christmas at the Grocery;                               ...

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Five in the morning
Orange and red glow in the east
A new day is born

A single rain drop
Looks to be the final straw
Now the flood begins

Albuquerque view
Volcanoes on the mesa
Since the age of time

Once green and...

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Every year someone is always expressing
that Christmas is imperialist, and oppressing
people not of the Christian faith,
That it’s unfairly taken Soltice’s place,
that the historical Jesus was not born
in the last months per Holiday norms,
say ‘Merry Christmas,’...

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December 24, 2015

There was a boy called Jimmie who was writing his letter to Santa Claus. The list of the gifts was very lengthy. It included a control remote car, a baseball bat, clothes and...

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Dedicated to my dear friend Sarah (with an H) for pointing out God's creation of nature in Isaiah 55:12
There are many trees in my yard
Beautifully made by our creator
Those admired most have names
All of the...

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“Where is it?” I asked the art dealer with no preamble whatsoever. The tears were about to spill down my cheeks, and I found it hard to get the words past the lump in my...

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A country church nestled in a peaceful valley,
Against a glorious backdrop of tall mountains,
That were fashioned before Eden’s retched  malady,
That beset the human soul and rich surroundings.

Beautiful dog-wood trees with blossoms snowy white,
Bounded by...

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A wildflower grows on the cobblestoned streets of this dingy town,
Among the dirt and debris left behind by the seasons.
A misplaced beauty working her way up among the cracks between
the rocks of this place she...

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Remember the story 
of Billy Goats Gruff?
The troll under the bridge,
and all of that stuff?
If you liked that old story
it's all good and well,
but it isn't at all 
the troll tale I will tell.

Now, Trolius...

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Fascinated by a word ‘lofty solitude’
I, as a tall and dignified pine tree,
once stood high on a mountaintop
that stands there from a time remote in antiquity
the unfathomable height.
However, I have burned the pride of the...

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It is not like these restaurants in America 
with their sterile atmospheres: slick new furniture,
stylized art, ambient lights, and every angle 
rationalized to the judgment of specialized interests.
It is a restaurant filled with details, 
inviting...

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It was St. Patrick’s Day 2011, and all wasn’t 
full of happy-go-lucky four-leaf clovers.  
No, it wasn’t going to be a very cheerful day
after all. 

She had been missing since New Year’s Eve.
That night...

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I see a box in the tree with something waiting for thee; I wonder what is in there? Do you have something to share? Christmas is drawing near and boxes of every size are waiting...

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After we laid you to rest I sat at the beautiful site
            where you took your final last breath.
Under a pine tree with a...

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