Quercus macrocarpa and corn
was used to feed the wild javelina.
We trapped Jalelina and feed them
corn and Acorns to mild the gameiness.
A tender mild Pork like flavor was
what we were looking for.
Buckle Forging
Until then might the
herbs of bitterness
be tamed ny the
seeds of the trees
the maizes of fall
til the mildness of the two
shall be deemed
delicous in the sight
of these people.
Follicle Grain Pattern
the tuff leather of the boars
and Jalinlina
the beauty of craftmenship
the quality of prided peoples
person to person
the gifts of guilded Pride
Categories:
quercus, analogy,
Form: Bio
The final springing of the year
May well decay, anon, I fear;
The sun could flaunt its dusk, for then,
I've marked my three score years and ten.
The morning's fire has lit my days
And led astray in many ways.
But twilight dun will trespass when
I glean my three score years and ten.
Yet sadness nil will ill my cheer
About the springtide of the year;
And should I pray, as e'er I sleep,
My three score years and ten to keep.
Categories:
quercus, age, old, self,
Form: Rhyme
English oak tree, named Quercus robur; though known as Her Majesty now
Named Majesty of the Woods; etiquette requires in my presence one must bow
Growing my branches outwards, thus enhancing the width of my canopy
Lifespan extended as I nurtured my limbs, stretching them horizontally
Its 700 years since my acorn was sown, as I slowly became Her Majesty
Supporting more wildlife within me as no others have my capacity
Hosting hundreds of different species whilst aiding biodiversity
Olden and ancient aged 700 years, my limbs now gnarled and knotty
Acorns grow great oaks you see ~ 10 million acorns just from me
Kerfuffles no longer occurring, decomposition is now obligatory
Written 1st January 2020
Contest: I am a tree
Sponsor:Delilah Ventura
Contest Strand Choice 5
Sponsor Brian Strand
1st PLACE
Categories:
quercus, age, old, tree,
Form: Personification
Soon we were face to face
Putting our pasts behind us
Our tomorrows a different place
Growing tall like quercus
Blessed tomorrows became caressed
Like words we became a sentence
Voiced grammar so de-stressed
A new adventure soon to commence us
But isn't life a ***** nipping at our heels
You can't knock such hungered persistence
Irrespective of whomever feels
Now we're just faces in life's distance
Categories:
quercus, change, hope, how i
Form: Quatrain
My holy father Quercus smiles
Kisses red on my pale sweaty cheek
Poem Title:My holy father Quercus
Crystalline - Poetry Contest
THEME:AUTUMN OAK TREE
Sponsor:Rick Parise
Poet:RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
Written on 11/17/2014
Categories:
quercus, autumn, father, kiss, smile,
Form: Crystalline