Long Pinecone Poems

Having hemorrhaged hope from a gaping gash,
That I've let bleed from between my eyes,
My heart has held that it shan't cease to clash,
With my head 'til I command what its corpus cries.

Water has woken my...

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There is no thing so peaceful
As a winters night in the woods--
A canopy as black as pitch, 
Spangled with the pinpricks of a billion stars--
Shimmering.
The banks of snow and downy flake,
Turned to diamonds by the...

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Blond girl on a wheelchair
Eleanor. Motor Neurone her destiny
Purple eyes looking up to the hill terrain
From the shade of her preferred tree

Immobile limbs, travelling dreams
Silent thoughts flowing with the east wind
Up to the peaks scented...

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A CHRISTMAS POEM
Scattered floors with scarlet wraps,
A sturdy, firm, Christmas tree. 
The smell of pinecones fill the air
As I search for you and me.

I’m looking for you because
I believe in destiny and fate. 
That I...

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Happy birthday wishes to Susan Lawrence today (29 Jan) - may your day be as beautiful and uplifting as your poetry and art.


Above a plain a mountain rises
 on it grows a forest green -
within that...

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Can pine cones actually predict how harsh winter will be?
If a harsh winter is on the way, pine trees create more pine cones.Thinking if squirrels & birds share their opinion on the coming season, they...

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"How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood"

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What is the meaning of isolation?

   the process or fact of isolating or being isolated.
               "the isolation of older...

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Where once a caterpillar ceased to crawl
  knit into a temporary tomb
  a chrysalis shell now lies, empty, broken
  observed from above
  by the butterfly, now set free

Where once a pine...

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Pinecone fallen from the trees
Tell me something if you please
From where you hung up in the air
Have you seen a woman fair?
I'm looking for her far and wide
To tell her I'll be by her side
And...

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School is fun, especially kindergarten for sure if you mind.
The teachers are lively, and you'll make friends of all kinds.
Just be yourself, and you will make new pals all over the place.
You will have Legos...

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Quote:  Lend me your fire bring me your wings,  
surround me and make me feel like I'm standing
on higher ground

Autumn scents, woodsy bark, frissons and joy
me a September baby, at your employ
Send me...

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There are some wounds that will not heal because
the arrow was at close range _driven deep.
There is not need for antiseptic and gauze
for permanent is damage that still weeps.

These wounds that will go to eternal...

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How shall we get there? Mr. Snowman asked his wife.
She knew everything; she had not led a sheltered life.
We shall find a candy cane, it will take us to him she said.
They finally found one...

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“Beneath a sky of shimmered days, upon this twilight beauty gaze”

In fern leaf wishes of mesmeric verse, 
shadows drift as banners flowing
‘pon pinecone promises and desired forevers
where amethyst voices echo melodic
harmonies above foot print mosaics,...

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some say the limbs of trees are telling chapters
 a pinecedars verse in still measure. 

some say a branch can speak as it splinters.
 with cinders regognizable for seedling faith.

now pineconed buddha's roll around me...

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The worst lie
is the one you tell yourself.

The greatest lie
is the belief in that construct
of the mind
that you have an actual self
to lie to.

Truth is empty of the notion of you.
A lie is nothing but...

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Dear Mariam,
I’m sending you a button from my cotton shirt
And a Pinecone; that I coloured blue, last autumn.
I also coloured my room, blue.
Your shawl, ruined by barbed wires; can I have it?
It reminds me of...

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From life to vivaciousness
wood chips will nourish with nutrients' fix.
Ah... whiffs of fresh pine sift as temperature rises,
steam swirling from this pile higher than I.
Should I climb upon it and slide down,
I could drown in...

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The gift of life
is a word unspoken

Hurried words
are buried words,
made of glass,
that burst into
into orange tangerine
flames, as words
singe the earth

Words are buried
deep beneath the
pinecone trees,
like a wood beetle,
digging for words unspoken

Words should never die
because they...

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A thrill of autumn debutant debrief 
with row on row of bushes blooming red    
releasing winds of change upon the reef    
autumn bids her hues of mournful reds ;
the...

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I read a poem of Hank’s and something caught me happy
Suddenly my own poem came flipping out of my mind.
She skidded down my nose and skipped onto the page, slip slappy.
I watched her progress; she...

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