Short Gum Tree Poems

a dead gum tree burns
alone on the rusted hills
in your jet stream
threading a cerulean course
toward some obscure island...

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broad faced koala
like Jim Henson stitched muppet
stinky hugs clamber 
wide eyed from home in gum tree 
scared away by Aussie flames...

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perched on a gum tree
                                      kingfisher ogles the worms
                                             lunch invitation


11.18.22

submitted to Brian Stands, Haiku Footle Tanka contest...

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Blue Gum (eucalyptus)

yes life is how you see it,
warts n all, so be it:)  
excellento no1
as johnson says blue gum (tree)
a positive write old son....
4 me...




re: Richard Palmer "A World of Laughs"

Don Johnson...

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She sits beneath the old gum tree
eyes of black, teeth so sharp, claws of steel
she tells them stories and they listen
stories of death and destruction
stories of grief and misery
and so we sit under the old gum tree
the animals, the demon and me...

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Imagine perching in that huge gum tree;
I would fly and see for miles,
just like that currawong that slides
between the misty air and dewy grass.

I wonder if that currawong,
inside his bony-birdie-head,
would ever wish that he could be
a walkie-talkie-kid like me?
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Whilst sitting neath an old Gum tree
So many things I love to see

Watching Rabbits bounce around
And listening to those awesome sounds

Water trickling quite nearby
Black birds flying in the sky

Such lovely peace  it fills my heart
I sit here practicing my art

Writing poems is what I do
As I sit beneath the sky so blue...

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looking hot, looking good ,
kill me if we meet, you would,
but to die within your arms,
testing, trying all your charms,
the taste of death be good,
Gum tree casket wood,
the Lord be with thee , psalms:)
spirit free an, all is calm,
ol johnson surely could,
when the mortal coils, becalmed,
adventures understood,
no need to be alarmed...

Don Johnson...

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Every time
My eyes fall
Upon the painting
On my wall
Its country track
Reaches out 
To the floor
Wanting 
Calling
My feet to befall
To kick up the dust
As it guides me thus
To the ancient gum tree
Up the track
Past the old burnt fence
The dry creek
Meanders hence
I imagine
I’d sit
In the murmuring grass
And write a poem
About my furthering 
Passed

( Heinz Krhuser 1925, SA Landscape, oil }...

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A tree of height dreams was vast Sweet gum it seems, 
when I chance to retrace tender childhood thoughts. 
Young dreams of enemy's luck in classic schemes. 
Thoughts would drift as wars with my demons were fought. 

An old Sweet gum tree, my womb of strong support, 
she mothered my dreams, fetus did not abort.
Divine boughs call now I Godly dedicate, 
my witness by grace, as I still meditate.
======================
4/19/2011
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have you been to the bubble gum tree<
a place thats full of mystery,
a place that you can let your thaughts go,
a place where u can go with the flow.

i went to christmas at the bubble gum tree,
a place where you, first met me,
hiding behind the sofa to see
if you would make me a cup of tea.

a magical place where anything goes,
youd be out of place if you had 17 toes,
but only certain people knows,
the magical world of the bubble gum tree...

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Do you hear the magpies chortle
As the sun rises over the hills
Do you see a koala in a gum tree
As the wind rattles the leaves

Do you feel the sun on your neck
As the summer sun reaches high
Do you see the dust across the sky
As the dry takes hold of the red earth

Do you see the kangas and emus bound
As the cool of the evening settles the earth
Do you love this land with all your heart
As one who was blessed with Australia .

© Paul Warren Poetry...

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Death Of A Sweet Gum
Miracle Man
3/14/2022

Leaves cascading as if indiscriminately lost,
casualties of nature and multiple nights frost.
Once a coat of many colors on our Sweet Gum Tree,
they’ve quickly become just more yard debris.

Leaving exposed, a tree with prickly brown balls,
that will winter as ugly until the last one falls.
This yearly problem no more sticks in my craw,
my light bulb moment was my Stihl chain saw.
Varoom, varoom, varoom.
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It’s the hot north wind in your face
The dust and dirt of the Outback place
It’s the gathering against the fire storm
The larrikin smile that is the norm

It’s knowing that when troubles comes
Everyone’s shoulder to the wheel is how it’s done
For the wide brown land can be a chore
That makes you love it even more

Australia is tough but sweet
Living here makes life complete 
And when my day is finally done
I’ll lie under a gum tree in the Australian sun.

© Paul Warren Poetry...

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