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 Jan 2018 Mongi
Star BG
Little Bear is so divine
He moves with charm and grace.
Touching many with his writes
I stand to bow in place.

He writes of things that tickle eyes,
of those who gather near.
I am grateful for his poems.
I celebrate and cheer.

May he feel blessings I send,  
as I call all to see.
That he writes on many things,
including a grand tree.

So if you do meet him please,
do say hello won’t you?
As you know him you’ll feel light,
to sing below the moon.
Little Bear is a grand writer. He wrote a poem called tree. It made me want to write to him- to celebrate yes he.
Check it out so perhaps you the reader will remember how great and sacred our trees are. That leaves me with one question
Have you hugged a tree today?
 Jan 2018 Mongi
Valsa George
caught a sunbeam
I pocketed it
for a wintry day
 Jan 2018 Mongi
Star BG
I do truly have a love
inside for precious trees.  
They are such a special gift,
painting sky with their leaves.

They're sacred, and delicate,
with love to give, you bet.
A treasure for all mankind.
They never are a threat.    

A special being is a tree,
meant yes to reach far out.
Hug it now to feel it strength
and then you’ll give a shout.

Scream for them to have their rights
They are alive and pure.
Trees are standing monuments
with wisdom thats for sure.

Wind whistles through all seasons
It moves with special rhyme.
When you gather near its trunk,
you’ll know it is divine.

Listen to its wisdom now
It will empower you.
Say a prayer of gratitude.
It is the thing to do.
Little Bear inspired me to write my own tree poem. Thank you Little bear who is really Big Bear for adding to my creative flow.
 Jan 2018 Mongi
Cné
Dessert
 Jan 2018 Mongi
Cné
vanilla and cream
with a drip of sweet honey
be ready to lick
Honey Bunny Ice Cream
Get your head out of the gutter!
 Jan 2018 Mongi
Rosà
Alone
 Jan 2018 Mongi
Rosà
You are in a group
While I am alone
I am searching for someone to talk to
But seems like I don't belong

I am walking at the center
And you gave me dagger looks
Seems like you disliked me afterall
For I have no one else beside me
I am alone.

Six pairs of eyes
Threw intensifying looks at me
As if they're ready to eat me alive
I feared
I am alone

While you are in a group
People around me gathered into circles
Laughing, slapping and kicking all around
Cheering each other to fight
While me, I am walking alone
We have the same journey
We have the same path to follow
But I am alone
Alone in the crowds
No one seems to admire me
For I am mentally disturbed
And I prefer to be alone
Oh, really?
Do I really pretend that I want to be alone?
Or I have no choice to be with?
Yes. I have no other choice
In this crowd of people
I have no one beside me
I am alone
No one accepts me
No one likes me.
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