As a young Oak-Ent, I wander wild and carefree.
Unbound by roots, I'm a joyful, happy tree.
The wind blows through my lichen beard.
The rain keeps my eyes open wide, and cleared.
I'm a rolling stone with moss for hair.
My limbs glistening with dew in the air.
Yet time will come when I'm too root bound.
To dance while carrying my heavy pot around.
I'll find a clearing in the forest crown.
Where I can set my roots, and settle down.
I am an oak tree and my sister stands near,
our roots intertwined for many a year,
we hold up the soil where sweet grass once grew
for all the young children to play and run through,
now we're a pasture for cows that will graze.
Twin Oaks we are named by a road that runs by
as we still lift our branches to clouds in the sky,
and remain unchanged in the landscape of things~
though folks barely notice in their rush to catch rings
of glittery gold in life's tough tangled maze.
Bite Size Contest no123 Poetry Contest
FOREST QUEEN
As ash the oak remembers the kiss of the flame.
Fallen branches remember the wind’s caress.
The bark is armor hardened by time.
Her leaves hum lullabies for the sun.
Beneath her boughs, the breeze begins to breathe.
She stands. She waits. She grows. She knows.
wind shakes my oak tree
she moves like an old rag doll
leaves as limp as yarn
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What’s happening is clearly understood.
Apollo has one hand around her waist,
one predator, one quarry, interlaced.
He’s coming up behind her (which is good),
but she’s a tree (two lovers, getting wood!)
She’d rather change her state than be disgraced,
preferring to be chaste than to be chased.
She’s choosing abstinence, above life's blood.
Is love a trauma, to be undergone?
Arousal something ugly, to be faced?
Should Nature’s process be looked down upon?
The carnal act, a tactless lapse of taste?
Or might the thing be ardently embraced?
We, formless fragments, merging in The One?
silent oak tree sentinel guards my yard
I call him Old Mister
he drops acorns that try to grow new oak trees
they land in a cinder piles, planting themselves
In a few weeks tiny oak leaves form.
If you gently pull them out of the cinders
You will see a tiny oak tree growing out of an acorn.
I pulled twenty of them one day and took them to Sunday School
Giving them to children who were almost as amazed as I was.
Of that oak tree falls, I may soon be dead.
I stared in disbelief at my cousin Zed.
Why do you have this weird feeling of dread?
He shrugged his shoulders, eating mom’s shortbread.
Sometimes Zed gets weird thoughts into his head.
Why can’t he keep them to himself instead?
Oak tree limb gave me the nod today
When the winds get strong, we may have to pay
Tree is solid, not made of clay
That warning should be heeded said my brother Clay
strands of silver green
Spanish moss draping from trees
swaying in the breeze
"An acorn grows to a mighty oak" -
words, once, my grandpa spoke
when I was small.
What dear Grandpa forgot to say,
long ago, on that happy day,
is, "Every oak must fall".
The fox was the first one to see the potential of the oak tree
He dug his tunnel, so he would be warm in the winter
His place was cozy; he was away from the elements
It was everything he wanted it to be and more.
Bear had no idea fox had chosen this tree.
He dug down into the earth and made a niche for himself.
Right past the fox’s hole, without seeing it.
In January he would be comfortable in this hibernation hole.
And he was.
The little girl wanted her lamb to have an evening companion
She dug a hole under the same tree, where they could commune.
She read books to her pet, and they felt safe and warm.
Comfortable, and happy with this sleeping nook.
Four animals, sharing the same tree.
Most of them unaware of the others.
A wizened boy who lived at seventy-two Oak
Relaxed in his tub with a lemon salt soak
Ate a curly pretzel, downed a harsh throat coke
An honest child who sprang from truthful folk
Dressed himself in a red and yellow super hero cloak
Flew around New York City watching for dangerous smoke
News of his heroism quickly readily broke
Giving some fame to this truthful do-gooder bloke
He saved a young girl who was having a choke
Convinced a teenager to give up a maryjane smoke
Chanted a spell pretty difficult to invoke
Created a talking frog who never could croak
If you meet this wizened boy at seventy-two Oak
Tell him his cousin Moke wants to give him a poke
This is a true story, in absolutely no way a joke
Now that I have shared it, I will go have a soak.
I have a broken birdwhistle.
It sits on my desk
Underneath the harsh lamplight.
Its end is chipped
And I don't know if it still works.
I've been too scared to try it,
Cause if it doesn't
That means I wasted my money.
According to my parents, anyway;
They gave me that money after all.
He's really pretty though.
I named him Oak,
Because when I got him,
All I could think about was my girlfriend
Who's last name is [related to trees].
I want to hear his call again.
It reminds me of her.
Frequently she said of the other
who she compared
him to her
other
Asset based relationship
ought not include one or the other men
to know whats happening
Should one include
somethings that
is rude
and should the other dictate
for the other to either
ne-go or negate
it's all in the wording
that it is either excepted or rejected
most common then it's mentioned
as a point of reflection
then she schemed to meet him
must she scheme to keep him
to make so many people
involved: are these then to problemate
or problem resolve?
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