restful forest, a tribute to our maker
sleepy silence, calming us, slowing us
tree soldiers stand at rigid attention
ultra dainty violets sprinkled at the bottom of oaks
verdant mosses and ferns, a lovely underbrush
wildness oozes into my spirit, as I reclaim my soul
Just, a small branch of the Living tree,
Engrafted,by a purchased possession free.
Broken, once tried in own works to sprout,
Thy, leaves, branches ,and roots in drought.
Would, leave thee to seek a new source,
One day death ignited a change of course.
Intertwined, into the eternal roots,
Newfound,knowledge of angelic fruits.
Just a small branch of the Living tree.
Into purification as One with the Key.
For in him we live, breathe, and grow,
To showcase the glory of clothes as snow.
Being, pruned moment by moment of old ways,
Just a small branch of the Living tree thou pray.
To remain in this newfound land of habitation,
For,in him was formed this majestic creation.
I love falling leaves red . . .
and the warm wind whispering and the swaying trees ~
as each spread !
the leaves of gold . . .
and all the confused sleepy bees~
behold !!
complain . . .
weeping in breeze ~
rain !!!
I love falling leaves red . . .
and all the confused sleepy bees ~
rain !!!!
give me peace, from matters.
I always answer: better than A wind from the pine-trees
And bright with the mountain moon.
ask about good and evil
Hark, there's a fisherman singing!
(Blackout of Answering Vice-Prefect Zhang by Wang Wei)
The wind blows leaves from the trees,
creating large mounds on the ground.
Fluttering down quietly without a sound,
some reds and golds dance in the breeze.
Row on row in the fields are pumpkins,
they'll be carved and put on display.
Beware ghouls will be coming your way,
have treats on hand for the munchkins.
High up in the cloudless autumn sky,
the harvest moon shines so bright.
Through the skeletal branches at night,
are eerie silhouettes that catch your eye.
The old Mulberry tree
in my backyard it be
has now apparently
become the kitten tree
For a tiny black kitten
with a white paw mitten
sleeps in the tree at night
And my dogs give it a fright
for morning out they go
to the tree for they know
a kitten seems to sleep there
and they like to bark and scare
Kitten scampers down the tree
runs to the front yard to flee
my dogs scratch front door
for the kitten they will bark more.
Every morning dogs dance in place
at the back door they plant their face
eager to bolt out for the kitten tree
and bark and bark with dog joy glee.
But kitten rescued now gone away
but my dogs on schedule stay
every morning run to tree
but the kitten no longer see
I tell them kitten gone
but they look at me as if I'm wrong
Each morning routine same
no matter how I try to explain
the kitten gone never again to be
but my dogs refuse to believe
In time they will let it be
and come to ignore the kitten tree.
Stand tall beside many neat cute green branches
Three lovely main branches of sweet love
True friendship and lovers branch
Kids and children love branch
Parents love branch
Big tree of love
Love!
The physical world around me is constantly changing,
sometimes for the good and sometimes for the bad.
I keep saying,
leave things alone until I die.
Then make all the changes you want,
because I will not be in the middle of the changes.
The tech world is moving faster than lightning,
what was new yesterday is old today.
Some say,
the physical world around me is an illusion.
How can I prove this to be right or wrong?
It is something to think about.
In this changing physical world around me,
I need to be like a young tree and bend in the wind of life.
trees' seed
limbing
streetlight
fills lies
blue snap
mopped map
boughs break
away
blues stream
my cheeks
stop leaves
why me
changed, few
green, blue
When the wind whistles,
silent sentinels,
shading thick thistles,
softly sway to the beat
Their coat of arms,
protects from harm,
the forest fauna's charm,
that rises from the heat
For they find no shade,
in forest glade, tho know,
they rise from Heaven's glow,
then they bow and retreat
They can't disguise,
under watchful eyes,
the true prize, proudly lies,
where the air is so sweet
Trees tilted,
Weighted by bodies hung,
The truth sits in the branches above,
The stench of death burrows,
Rotting the soil,
Growth killed by injustice itself,
Heavy is the tree who screams with no mouth,
Heavy is the tree with tears turned into a drought.
Swinging back and forth,
Onlookers filled with joy,
A Black body, a Black boy,
No more will he smile,
Just an empty shell -
Well, well, well,
A story as old as time -
A Black boy found dead in the south,
The story they will tell -
He hung himself.
The truth shall set you free,
And yet freedom only works when white holds the key,
The truth is ugly,
But dressed in a white cloak it becomes pretty,
The tree -
A silent witness to this tragedy
THE AWENESS OF AUTUMN
Autumn has arrived;
Naked-tree lessons coming:
Survival canvassed:-
Naked trees canvassing us,
The nature of living faith:-
For some, living faith
Can often be a challenge;
And even questioned:-
Through Autumn and its Winter,
Let us be in Living Faith:-
Oh, how I’m longing to float to my death
Not e’er again heave sweet CO2 breaths
Each of us whirl with a dance all our own
Loosed by a mistral and heavenly-blown
All of our lives we’ve provisioned The One
Synthesized O2 with bright from the sun
Tasting the rainfall whene'er a cloud burst
Wetting our folds for the deep-rooted thirst
And now in the autumn endeavor the spring
Let loose our branches to dance and to sing
Trading our green for the shades of the sun
Zanzibar waits when our last waltz ... is done.
Copyright © 2017 / 2026 Gregory Richard Barden
~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with Gemini AI / Meta AI software )
Golden fantasy
Crispy like a falling leaf
Waits for a new birth
The tree tired leaned
Against the old house
A ladder leaning
Against the massive
Tree front of the house
The ladder looked small
The tree branches dead
All the leaves were gone
It was an old tree
The tree tired
It could not stand tall
So it leaned on the house
It was ready to fall
All the tree needed
Was a guest of wind
To fall to the ground
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