Long Tree Poems
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This world we inhabit, a giver of life
That on the surface is so rife,
Akin to a tree’s cross-section,
A thin cambium bound by natural selection.
The atmosphere the outer bark that protects
Life below in all respects;
Each animal breath dependent on the discard
Of photosynthesis thrown out without regard.
Water the other oddity of this planet
Parted by continents made mostly of granite.
Life and water deeply connected
Akin to sapwood keeping roots and leaves interconnected.
The moving rocky interior the strong heartwood
Of a Sequoia many ages withstood,
Supporting life on the outside
That is so diversified.
We are like the larvae of beetles
Girdling the trunk of the planet with too many peoples,
Leaving life no room
Sealing our and the Earth's doom.
Fall is finally here
Yellow leaves are glowing everywhere
Big trees stand proudly in air
Sucking the energy far and near
and mingling with the crowd
I walked around the fire circle in a carefree motion
and gazed towards the heaven
for the truth that I have already known
I have heard it over and over again
But sometimes it is hard to comprehend
It is always the simple strings that tie big Kings
The trees are dancing in the clouds
And the whisperers are moving around
with a subtle grin on their faces
surveying the common places
The afternoon sun rests upon me
penetrating my body with fury
With dry hands and parched throat
I progressed hastily towards the shore in a speedboat
I closed my eyes and circle my head
and listened to the breeze whistling through the trees
Dry leaves litter the sides of the street
and the furious wind bellow upon the mountain
Fall is looming in the sun
I have waited for this moment to come
The birds are hanging out in the tree
playing with their friends and company
And naked trees are staring at you and me
Summer has come and gone
Winter is creeping upon the lawn
And blue clouds are singing in the sky.
this couplet series
Bible's first book
A quick look
In the beginning
universe God’s creation
seventh day relaxation
Adam and Eve
one forbidden tree
ushers in misery
Cain and Abel
Cain kills Abel
Obviously not stable
Noah and the Ark
Catastrophic worldwide flood
fossils in mud
Tower of Babel
tower left unfinished
language power diminished
Abraham and Sarah
finally promised son
old age fun
Sodom and Gomorrah
short of ten
destroyed for sin
Jacob and Esau
after birthright sale
Jacob named Israel
12 tribes
Israel has sons
coat for one
Joseph
brothers sold him
he saved them
End of Genesis
all seems roses
next up Moses
Six-Word Couplet Series Encore Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
11/3/2018
It was minty fresh spring and all undulating, grassy hills turned green.
Flowers emerged in sweetest perfumes, crowned like beauty queens.
It was audacious, ancient April, the month of melodious, ample rain;
Of changes here and anywhere, of bold tapping on the windowpane!
Lime green dazzled in rich orchard, as fern green graced wild wood.
Little Kayla loved vivid, peach sunshine, the kind that makes life good.
All had witnessed the fall of the sun, on cherry sunset, night of nights.
Later Kayla dreamt of friends coming; like rare purple martin in sight!
When winter's ferocious fling ended, forlorn snowman waved goodbye.
Then family came in stylish finery, in flip moments of fuchsia butterfly.
Kayla lived in the house of sunlit greenery, with plants in every room;
As dying sun pledges soon returning colors-laughter from the tomb.
In sanguine Mother's scarlet gardens, Kayla played with all her sisters;
On the street of songbird scat, of windblown leaves, like hued twisters.
Neighbors' porch lights burned all night, under the full moon of nectar;
And nightingale songs entered dreams, of the sunny noon of pleasure.
'Gold of Kinabalu' orchids shone with wealth, in days of fancy flowers;
As 'black velvet petunias owned the night, after the butterfly encounters.
'Limelight hydrangeas' reveled in stardom, as 'love in a puff' went poof;
And chocolate daisies were sinfully sweet, like the invulnerability of truth.
Loving apricot sun the way she did, Kayla disliked drenching, silvery rain;
So, when it showered after school one day, she dashed down Lilac Lane!
She found a refuge, cool and dry, underneath wide, Ada Robinson Bridge;
And she waited for a whole hour, then walked home, past blueberry ridge.
Rich green was the lush grass, covered in precious pearls, which sparkled;
For marigold sun was out once more, lovely as noon eclipse, that darkled.
Mulberry trees dripped spring diamonds, as pretty nature flaunted wealth;
When blue dragonflies were roaring, and pink butterflies drank to health.
Fervent sun shone on the wet roof of Kayla's home, reminiscent of old gold,
Just as a sole sighting is more lovely, than all the stories one has been told!
'Rain on the green grass,
Rain on the tree,
Rain on the housetop,
But not on me.'
Mornings to me
are not an exiting crescent moon
glowing gold in the west,
preparing to retire
below a distant tree line silhouette
Scattered footprints
in the glistening dew
on a lush lawn
still dreaming of the day before
Cantaloupe skies tickling
a sleepy horizon,
restless in vivid ribbons
on a wide eyed sapphire canvas
Yawning morning glories
climbing a silent fencepost,
standing guard in the shadows
of a stately oak
Butterflies floating
on dawn’s cool breeze
quietly touching each blossom
in mosaic laced flight patterns
The enchanting coo
of a stirring mourning dove
spreading its wings amidst
woven branched tapestries
Mornings to me
are always you,
surrendered in first blush beauty,
a breath of every sunrise’s promise,
awakening all that my heart desires
Good morning Soupers
I posted this earlier in the week but took it down. Here goes round 2. : )
Through the frosty forest we roam
With our keen-edged tools in hand
We seek the fairest Christmas tree
That shall adorn our land
We spy a pine with verdant boughs
And spires of tender green
We fell it with a gentle stroke
And bear it to our scene
We mount it on our sledge and speed
Back to our cottage warm
We plant it in the parlour bright
And gaze upon its form
We deck it with a glittering store
Of baubles, lights, and rings
We crown it with a radiant star
And bind it with gay strings
We cluster round the cheerful hearth
And chant our festive songs
We bless the Lord for His grace divine
And wish each other merry Yule-tide
And what is love then?
can you tell me my friend?
is it something I can find?
is it some sort of spell?
has it be seen by anyone?
does it live anywhere?
is it only for the chosen ones?
or for any mongrel on earth?
And what is love then?
I'm feeling a little bit lost
nobody can really explain
the meaning of that word
is it something to achieve?
is it something we can score?
is it some sort of mystery
that I need to solve?
And what is love then?
does it even exist?
or is is just a ghost
crying on the street
dragging heavy chains
calling for its kids
regretting every decision made
begging for mercy?
And what is love then?
come on give me a hand
is it a name carved on a tree
or a heart drawn on the sand?
is it what I feel for my kid?
is it what I felt for man?
or is it only a sweet mirage
and the biggest cruelest scam?
And what is love then?
I really want to know
does it live up high?
does it live down low?
did I drop it by accident?
and it's covered with snow?
do you really know about it?
or just like me... you're not sure at all?
Jessica
My Aunt in California, she called to tell me good morning.
Her name is Tu, it's true and she's a gem of an Auntie too.
From Vietnam she came, in the year past my mother's flame.
With her eyes she looked at me, in her smile, my mother I see.
Her voice a reminder to me, that my family is near.
Dear to my heart while far apart, her words wash away my fear.
A charm of broken accent, her words are heaven sent.
"You smaaa and much to gib, big heaaar and li to lib"
You're smart she says, with much to give, a big heart you have.
There's life to live! A charm of broken accent, her words so pure
when sent.
Deciphering is what I did, through my life the words they gave.
Through the times of love and pain, charm of the broken...
whisper my name.
"I go to America schoo, wor tree job to do"
"I come here at forty fi, go to schoo when I forty.Ni"
"I cry, becau no one know my nam"
I love my Auntie True. Her name my friend, is Tu.
She came at 45, went to med school at 49,
learning English at the same time.
Now as I sit in rhyme...
I find courage in broken chimes.
Written June 14, 2023
In the desert of my mind,
Where the sun beats down unkind,
And the sandstorm rages on.
Yearning for a goal that's gone.
But then a verdant tree appears.
A sight that calms all my fears,
An oasis of the mind,
Where hope and peace I can find.
The cool shade and gentle breeze
Bestow my wandering thoughts to ease,
An escape from the arid heat,
A place where my soul can meet.
I drink from the clear blue pool.
And feel my spirit become full,
A sanctuary from strife,
A respite from the desert life
In the oasis of my mind,
I leave all worries faraway behind.
And find a place of harmony,
Where my soul can truly be free.
I've ne'er beheld such a magnificent tree.
Only you were a ration of my life spree.
Your shadow splatters my scorching flesh.
Striving to restrain agony out of my thresh.
A tree that can bear both heat and downpour.
Hence, you ditched my futile and deceitful spore.
You typically offer me advice right away.
When I'm lost, you indicate for me the way.
Your plush pale coat screens me from worry.
Infers that it is plausible to opine fearlessly.
A capable tree of seeing remorse.
Beings pull vitality in the water source.
I gathered this fruit from your anile stem.
My key insight became crucial mayhem.
Only a subtle tree receives my praise.
As yet, I was sustained by a reckless craze.
I've not imagined a fully-fledged tree before.
Crafted with zeal and artistry at its exposed core.
Written: October 18, 2021