Walnut Poems

Walnut and Peanut

When, once, a peanut and a walnut met,
as covered by the Iowa Gazette,
the question good folks asked was whether
these two nuts could go together.
As a kitchen cook, I must insist -
these two nuts can co-exist.

walnut what knot shelf

1950’s walnut what-knot-shelf
small compartments with tiny doodads
crystal doohickeys and miniature thimbles
variety of teensy ceramic trinkets
displayed in woman’s living room
every mother I knew had one back in the day
1950’s go-to accessory for the modern woman

satisfied walnut tree

walnut tree was now slightly blemished
deer had done lots of damage
getting his antlers off
tree did not mind
felt like a willing partner
available every year
he smiled as white tail flew into thicket

Walnut trees

Native American symbol practicing wisdom as it lives and grows in life

One Walnut at a Time

Black Walnuts roll over a high edge,
the tree is too close to a sea cliff.

Walnuts dash themselves upon rocks,
only one lands on a surfing wave.
It has not been bitten,
by tunneling insects
and so it remains watertight.

On a far beach it is washed up.
A boy finds it,
he is not sure if he wants to keep it
yet he shoves it into his pants pockets.

Walking home across open fields,
he decides it’s just a rotten nut,
and throws it away.

A walnut tree will grow
where the nut landed.

This is how the planet grows -
the cast-off and done with,
are essential parts of a plan,
masquerading as an accident.

Nobody here is an accident.

Fourth and Walnut

. for public domain

Fourth and Walnut, so fine, so chic,
what a place for God to speak,
or for that matter, Satan too.
Both would like a word or two.

So Merton opened up his soul,
as if standing on a knoll
in his Kentucky, US of A,
offered up his heart that day.

God's Love came pouring like a stream,
drowning Satan's evil scheme,
and Merton went out with the tide,
to choose the better life inside.

Nutty

recalcitrant nut
will not yield its hidden heart
resists invasion
patience gone where is hammer?
walnut obliterated.





" N" Poems
Nutty
Poetry Contest
Sponsored
by
Constance La France
20/09/2021

- Walnut Tree -

The old walnut tree in the meadow weep
Time had arrived her strains in sorrow steep

Echoes of a nameless and powerful storm break in
I feel shivers on my bare skin

I would like to touch and hug it, before it dies
The roots of the tree pointing up towards the skies

In the backyard of mourning, distant in all its splendor
Never a new spring, feel its shaking so tender






05/09/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Writing Challenge 1, September 2019 
- Eight Line Form - Poetry Contest -
Sponsored by: Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode 
4th place in the contest

Can I Crack Open a Walnut - For You

Like a lost firefly my mind strays 
Concealed like a ripe walnut
My heart is shelled by enclosure 

Waiting to be cracked open... 
To be served on platinum trays 
For whom ever needs some exposure

 
My donation of hope and faith... 
Or perhaps you need just a little love 
If you need some, it's yours to take...to pull 

You may take as much as you need 
I am serving plenty for all 
Widen your fingers, grab a handful 

My friend, what is mine is yours 
My world just wouldn't be the same any other way 
After all, is life really life...without love 

Sharing and caring for one and for all 
I'll be cracking open walnuts...
Until I'm way high...up above  


Tri-Con Poetry Contes
Sponsored by Emile Pinet 
7-16-2019

Save the Walnut: Inspired By the Overstory

There’s not a sound
In the woods
But for the lone, heavy
Thump
Of a walnut
Shed
From its tree
To the ground,
Re-affirming
That the Earth
Is not hollow.

I’m startled by the thud, so thick, so full
It could be a bull
Stomping its hoof into a dry field,

But, the Earthy wallop reveals
An abundance

From underneath,
A community of roots
Braid together like the synapse connections
Of a human brain,
So that the forest of trees
Breathes as one

From the soil,
That’s alive, thinking, blinking
With a 100 million
Microbe languages
Chirping
Through its heavenly rot

From God,
A summon to a muddy galaxy,
To a billion year old feast
Where man and tree
Were first split from the same, single seed

From Eden,
The trees
Eating the sunlight
And making the air fresh
Like miracle machines
Chasing, in divine migration,
The retreat of the butterfly glaciers

From Man,
The fauna of new love,
The discovery of,
A little poem
And its feelings swiped from a scroll of paper;

It says,
The world is not a place with trees.
Indeed, the trees are the world.

When a walnut
Falls,
The universe remembers,

And shakes.

Haiga

walnut tree in fruit
best pickled green eat with cheese-
carved Chinese treasure

A Walnut Tree

a walnut tree -

the fruits of its labor

spilled at its feet


April 29, 2018

The Walnut

Out the back
Behind gran's house
Halfway down the street.
The little yard with the mangle.
And the narrow concrete strip path
That led to the other end,
Where the walnut tree ruled.

A musty tangled wilderness
Of corrugated iron and wire.
Only bluebells were allowed
To grow in the cool shade
Of the walnut tree.

Spreading it's branches.
Like an urban exile camouflaged Subjects
Wood ants foraged it's fissured bark.
In the summertime
Drooling old moggies
Lolled, cradled among it's boughs.  

Autumn,
Gran stooped to gather the walnuts
Stuffing them into stockings.
Hanging them in cupboards.
Until Christmas.
My gran and the garden
She shared with the walnut tree.

The Walnut Tree

as my fears subside the tree I planted in spring is showing growth

Written Aug 18, 2016 For John Hamilton's Monoku Madness  Contest

Walnut Hill

universes in reverse

verses in reverse
still form words
less symbols to believe
less letters to read
folding back into past
accidents
that could never quite
realize or
describe
all the mechanics going on
after all this time
gone

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