Long Tuft Poems

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The Last Acorn

I shiver beneath a frozen sky of milky gray and white  
and like a little rabbit whos barely grown into his coat 
I linger in the forest bristling like a dry piece of wood 

I was detached from my father like a youngling discomfit
I come from a prideful bush of green but its not who I am  
settling down under, on a large tuft of mulch     

I am the last living acorn settled no longer in the air     
but when Autumn sings her song of mellifluous swell 
I seem to outlast every flower of her time    

Life is but a series of spurts, growths, windy dances 
let it be said, " the apple doesn't fall far from the tree" 
but neither does the acorn as far as the eye can see 

I shiver beneath a frozen sky of milky gray and white  
I'm not a blade of grass, nor an eagle,  nor an elk 
I am an acorn with a little french beret, …

April 17, 2020


The Social Tree

The most social thing on earth
Social than the Social Networking Sites
Tall with straight uniform trunk
Unbranched trunk topped with a
Tuft fanlike or featherlike leaves.

Cresting with a plume of long feathery fronds
Making a graceful silhouette of unique beauty
With spiral arrangement of its wood fibers
Which makes it a tree of unusual suppleness and strength

Large evergreen leaves
With bundles of vascular tissue
Scattered throughout the trunks.
Abundant throughout the tropics
And thrive in almost every inhabitat therein

The quintessential image of relaxed and elegant lifestyle
A good friend in need,
A good friend indeed
Because of its versatility,
Many people cannot do without it.

Having as many uses as the year has days.
And noted for productivity in the bible
Imagine the way it comes to its full bearing
After ten to fifteen years on earth.
And still continue to bear for nearly a hundred years.

Of great economic importance,
Providing food, fibre, wine and oil
Widely used in landscaping for its exotic appearance
A useful ornamental tree
This social palm tree

Mortality

Here silence reigns supreme all time,
  And evening melts away
Into the night in distant sight
  From where the locals stay.

The murmur of the grove distracts
  My stiff and weary shin,
Yet they move on and trudge along
  The dark and shady green.

There oft the sun departs so soon,
   He creeps behind the hill,
His lustrous rays no more embrace
   The woods with happy zeal.

A flight of birds are yet to steer
  Back to their cozy niche,
Their sudden flap aborts the nap
  Of a hare against its wish.

A cricket chirped moments ago
   But now it drowsed certain,
The graveyard lies beneath the skies
   Serene in twilight rain.

An olive spreads its drooping bough
  Beside the muddy way
The dew and mist each other kissed,
   While on a tuft I lay.

I viewed the farthest rock in mind
  As if I dreamt a dream
Of spirits keen on being seen,
  As volatile as steam.

I heard a mellow voice at once,
  As sweet as a summer song,
It beckons me to the cemetery
   I sauntered all along.

Never I felt my limbs so numb,
  As though I levitate,
A mastiff howls to the parted souls,
  Who love to emanate.

What have I seen, it steeps my mind
    With a never-presumed state,
The knights and reverends upward soar
   To blame their sorry fate.

Most lonely I assumed myself,
   I now see a lonelier face,
Or is my mind of reason blind
   That views a captive race?

Tonight I will converse with you,
   Upon your flowers I sleep,
The marble frame protects your name,
   Where softly I shall weep.

22nd September, 2021
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Form: Ballad

Premium Member Happy Turkey Day

Mister Tom Turkey says gobble gobble
Mrs. Tom Turkey’s head goes wobble wobble
Zig-zaging through yards of grass they meet
Hen teaching her younglings 'bout how to eat 
Tom gathers, his tuft dangling from his breast
His wingtips dragging, along with all the rest

Our feathers that we fan out are fabulous
A wattle hanging from our beaks are sabulous
A sign of power, we are just like the omnivores
Our relatives, are the dinosaurs- Buitreraptors
Fierceness and courage are our personality 
We stroll about with our plumes, like royalty
Cocks prance ‘round like an Indian Sundance
Our totem spirit animal symbol is abundance

The main stars we are, during the holidays
Butterballs, cooked in many delicious ways
KellyBronze Birds, 16 lbs. are the Rolls-Royce
We are a source of nourishment, for your choice
As you zest us, and massage us use a rind
Of Valencia, naval, or blood orange of a kind
Try a pink, or white coarse salt as a brine
Take a minute with Chablis, a glass of wine

A seasoned cornbread stuffing of Italian sausage, 
Golden raisins, walnuts and herbs freshly grown 
Stuff us, seal us in foil and into the oven we're 'goin
Uncover us in the last hours until we're bronzed
Golden tan on the outside, then let us cool down
Juicy is our white meat and as tasty as our brown
When you give thanks today and put us on display
Don’t forget to show us gratitude, s'il vous plaît
                 We are noble birds!
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Broom That Couldn'T Fly

So still, so humble, there it lay
                      Cast aside on All Saints Day
A light brown stick, a tuft of hay
                  A witch’s broom on full display

As I approached, I heard it sigh
                     If I can’t fly, what good am I
And then the broom began to cry
                You’ll never know how hard I try

To reassure, I did declare
             Perhaps, your talents lie elsewhere
So many things that you can share
                Stories that could raise your hair!

Why, you just need some confidence
   Some witch’s ointment might make sense
It seems, I have some to dispense
            Now fly my friend and no nonsense

With that, the broom let go the gloom
                      Exhibiting a wondrous plume
It thanked me and began to fume
           I’m flying now, just watch me zoom!
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member the dove

just then,

a dove descended 
to a branch, of mountain ash 
growing in my yard.

as it fluttered to gain its footing,
its wings brushed the leaves.

a small tuft of feather 
was torn from its breast
and drifted downward.

I thought of you then;

drifting away from me
and from the time 
when we were whole.

I wonderd where the tuft of feathers
would end up 
and if it would ever be 
part of a whole once more.

then I smiled

because my heart knew the answer

wherever you went 
you would always be surrounded 
by those who love you

for…

how could they not?

See You Soon

See you soon, I will meet you in the rose garden at noon, we have some details to go over and all the directions of how you will cross over.

 I know that you are full to the brim and your diary is laden with “sins”, you have ten appointments today and you must fulfill them before you go away. 

You have a meeting with Ambassador Pork and a luncheon with Dr.  Session.You have a conference call with professor Gut and a schedule visit with King Tuft. 

The old lark is sitting in the dark and you have to get to the airport before the dogs' barks. Someone is waiting at the boarding with an important message about the arrangement for the journey.

 Keep your eyes on the prize and weigh the pros and cons before the day is done take a cold shower if you can to purge yourself from the heat and the sun. 

The butterfly is flying around the blooming flowers and this is my most splendid hour, I can feel the adrenalin running in my vein and paradise embroiled in a terrible feud beneath the sky. 

The bees are there too making honey for me and you. They have made the hive deep inside the ground so be careful how you play around. 

Take a look at the old rules book and recall the moment when you had to cook, you remember the contract that you made with some foreigner and the reservations that you made with the engineers?

 Something significant happen during that time, the cables that were laid were not mine, they came all the way from Asia and the Middle East and they have a timing to rise up with the breeze. 

They were custom made; Go back to the book of old there is a significant story to be told. Everything is set at a particular time when the rapture will be divine. Map out your evacuation path before you go wandering in the dark.  

See you soon,I will be waiting for you at noon and if you are late just meet me at the big gate, I will help you with your luggage and elevate your courage there is more to say but I will conclude for the rest of the day.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Clinging To My Brow


Veiled by clever branches, limbs
silken strands, protecting me
from the eyes who’re like pseudonyms
beckoning with iris’ clever and wild

secreted beneath gossamers, flowing
in whispers of hope for the morn
risking each breathless moment, unknowing
what to expect with the journey’s quest

shrouded by the strands, elusive
like the moment when I knew true pain
beyond the shadows, so abusive
feeling the fears who reach my soul

concealed from a world who hurries
never allowing my heart to heal
these wisps of melancholic flurries
remember locks who write the songs

unseen by those who might discourage me
each curl, each tress, each quiet tuft
silences the fears who seem to guarantee
expressing myself means letting go 

hidden by the mane who drifts, curving
sinuous and graceful, a layer of shelter
always protecting and preserving
so I have refuge, a haven, a secure home

unseen, my eyes hide beneath the maze
a mane of defense, shielding me from foes
those who might not understand my gaze
only see the pain and never what I gain
Form: Other

Premium Member Green

"Stay green......! When one is green, he is in his spring. When green fades, it indicates that winter has set in"- By Poet


In the brilliant spectrum of rainbow hues,
Oh, Green! Thou art a ravishing shade.

	You glow and fade in distant skies,
	You hide beneath the oceans deep,
	You make the Earth so cheery to live,
	You ward off famine and assure wealth,
	You signal movement and ensure health,
	You soothe the eyes and cool the hearts.

In the brilliant spectrum of rainbow hues,
Oh, Green! Thou art a ravishing shade.

	Green is the garb; God gave the Earth to wear,
	Green is the harbinger of blooming spring,
	Green – the forests that is home to beasts,
	Green – the meadows, where the cattle graze,
	Green – the prairies that stretch afar,
	Green – the lawns that adorn the homes,
	Green – the tuft of grass that grows beneath,
	Green – the unripe fruits that hangs from boughs.

In the brilliant spectrum of rainbow hues,
Oh, Green! Thou art a ravishing shade.

	But Alas! The Green is fast fading out,
	The verdant Earth, turned into an arid stretch,
	Life made so horrid for man and beast,
	And Nature mourns her doleful plight,
	Toil hard to usher the Green again,
	Never let the trees fall and rot,
	Take from Nature just enough to make you go,
	And keep in reserve what is due for the ones to come! 	 

In the brilliant spectrum of rainbow hues,
Oh, Green! Thou art a ravishing shade.

Cavorting Around While Fecund

Peachy keen verboten maiden jailbait
USA plum ova ripe fruit
inevitably, inimitably, invariably,...
whets whistle pubescent magic flute
impossible mission to rein with absolute
zero sucks esse to temper acute

raging testosterone, I attribute
overbearing animal urge doth constitute
difficult surge protector
resultantly, subsequently, untimely...
not inconceivable teenage
parenthood does contribute

overwhelming responsibility
adds complex twist making destitute
expense regarding sudden newlife
analogous how simple surface
Möbius strip doth render convolute
frivolous shenanigans offer pointless dispute

buck haws fawn hook caisson
akin to holding back the tide, disrepute
fallout, whereby accountability ideally
one must distribute
between minors, who risked major shock
generally ill prepared to handle

grasping hot wire strong
enough to electrocute
call of the wild heedless,
when in throes to execute
human reproduction hard rock
tune somber sober air thenceforth

issues out magic flute
after drenching, dribbling, drooling
residual expulsions 'pon hirsute
tuft possibly engendering hyperacute
revulsion basically atavistic
copulation recalls imbrute

tell tale swollen belly of gal doth impute
culling instinctual maternal institute
fancy free footloose
promiscuity makes involute
sober reality moot point,
whether one or both kids feel irresolute
adding insult to injury

mama's papa's none to happy
swiftly kickstarts  harried styled jackboot
careful pops not to damage unborn
vital umbilical cord taut as jute
strong enough to harness malamute
and/or team of huskies in conjunction with

wild horses or domesticated
breeds Equus caballus
couldn't drag away even for one minute
infinitesimal speck - trim
unmistakable to misattribute,

how basic multiplication
one cannot miscompute,
and product will upend and misroute
grandiose plans leaving
puppy love mute.

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