Tree Senses Poems

Afar off as Luna disturbs the briny sea air, its pallid 
lips farewell kiss of former throne fairs to absence. 
Heir apparent solace a crown...

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Skin so soft as it's been left untouched.
Love woven baskets so full, but still no one to receive my seeds of love. Thoughts of spoiled...

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A déjà vu?  What can I say?
I know the track so well.
It is so dark yet treacherous.
I am not afraid.  Careful, here is...

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I lay my dark and spiraled finger 
against pure and corded wildwood,
In the wailing current
of the rich wheels of wilderness,
Before the sonant vesper 
of dreaming...

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Like a rain dance gone wrong
Been raining so long
The sky is forever crying
But I see the sun keeps on trying
Now and then it will appear
Then...

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The squirrel sensed danger
     quickly it ran up the tree
          helpless the...

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"The difference between fiction and reality is that fiction has to make sense," Quote by Tom Clancy

a plague on these two eye holds
for yonder there...

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October is one of those months that begin to transition and change to prepare for winter.

As our days begin to shorten, this tenth month brings...

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Green broccoli hills,
Swaying daffodils.

A tall tree of oak,
Hedged by hawthore just like a cloak.

The sparkling canal with a colourful barge,
How do you steer something so...

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Attribute to the space between
a swaying willow tree and me,
a Nothingness not to be seen.

No fog, no haze, no wisp of smoke
blocks...

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TO BE ABLE TO SMELL THE SWEET SCENT OF BLOOMS
THE CRISPNESS OF FRESHLY CUT GRASS
THE WOODINESS OF A LUMBERED TREE
IMAGES IN YOUR MIND ARE CAST
THE...

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I blew into a balloon 
filling it with my breath
and tied it off
it squeaked a little
as I tied the knot
then grew silent
I held it in...

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i

when the sun is erotic
and the moon lyric
the winds turn tempestuous
in the orbit of love
legs slide by calls of nature

ii

you and I alive
in cold winter...

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I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree…
—Joyce Kilmer

LOOSE LEAFS

In the dusting of the Springtime,
blush petals fall - sobriquet-youth.
Scented thoughts of...

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Tickle me, Spring, with the tip of a bud
And the fluffiest cloud in the sky
Tickle me, roll me about in the mud
And tease me and...

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