Tree Prose Poems

A widower once had a spring visitor,  a dove with no mate. It roosted in a tree near where the old man often sat....

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    Special Counsel will run the United States?
Are they the Puppet-masters or more stooges?
Will we see the ones who hate America, 
first...

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I welcome
the grogginess.
That dulling of my senses.
Until the walls turn to hazy grey.
My hand coming in and out of focus.
Another two fingers of whiskey 
swirling...

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The yard felt evil,
I could not explain it
Until I turned
And saw the clowns
On a tiny ferris wheel
Turning slowly

They were chanting
In a monotone kind of way
It...

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The invasion of Western Europe went on for several centuries and was completed
in the year 476 AD, the year the Western Roman Empire fell. ...

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My body tells the story of four billion years of living, of thriving, of flourishing. Each chapter a tale of surviving    ...

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I was walking along a pond
When I felt myself being watched
It was not a creepy feeling
But it was absolute.

This was the first time I had...

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As of today you need to watch your mouth and what you say.  
We have always been able to hurt someone's feelings by our...

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A Thought stands alone; waiting, cold, and shivering.
Yay, succor from a Scribe, who against the slaughter of the innocent, and whose own thoughts are fair,...

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I

Signs of bad times ring
The coming of the Elder days
When old and new join together, rotting away.

Is there anything left?
All pray, hoping some good will...

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Age defiant was this spruce and spirited citizen slinking blithely past the burgundy red doors of her enigmatic country dwelling.
As her olive skin neatly curved...

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All knowing tree was silent, assessing the strangers
How had they gotten to this side of his forest?
He had heard no alarms, this was curious.
Watching the...

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The mind is all things, the architect of our waking dreams. To dream is to experience real things, they aren't as fake as they seem....

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The desolate perfection of solitude. The shiver of recognition that there is only one being on the mountain, and that’s you. The pine trees watch,...

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He plucks a pear from the tree and tosses it my way. Hands fumble, but nails sink into flesh to maintain a solid grip. He...

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