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Steve Sep 7
I like a tree
Trees are good
Nothing nicer than a walk in the wood
Small or tall, I like them all
Every lean evergreen
I’ve ever seen
Deciduousness with their autumn mess
They all breath life into the wilderness
I’ve never seen a tree
That would disagree with me
Or that greets the world more beautifully
It’s a home, a resource and a factory
Although I’m not so sure about the dentistry. (That one stings)
Lying in the dentist chair I had this thought
Steve May 19
Pineapple palms
And their flailing arms
Wafting the day
As if to say
Let your troubles
And your cares
Be swept away.
Blue sky, gentle breeze, swaying palm, life’s a charm.
Steve Dec 2018
Oh Christmas tree you make me smile
Decked with memories we made to last
A symbol of the times we’ve shared
As years accrue and saunter quickly past

Oh Christmas tree what did you see
Through those angels’ eyes
Tiny faces looking up at you
With their whats and whys

Oh those Presents placed around your base
Your branches wide and spread
Then with the passing years
Some have other names instead

Oh Christmas tree would I have known
All those years ago
You’d still be standing proud and strong
Having watched my family grow

Oh I’m sure there’ll come a time
Dressed in all your wares
No present in your tinselled arms
A time I’ll  have no cares

Christmas tree remember me
I’m woven through these lines
I plugged you in and lit you up
Oh weren’t they special times.
Fifth in the series now I think.
Steve Oct 2018
The laughter has all gone
Days have lost their shine
Twilight marches on
While time commits another crime

The nights are long and dark
Mornings far away
Voices pitched and stark
The skies are low and grey

My fingers clutch the earth
Like a tree past bearing fruit
Holding on for all it's worth
But withered at the root

The leaves are turning brown
Frosty fingers round my throat
Pour me poor me on the ground
Summer smiles while autumn comes to gloat.
A little rework for the fall.
Steve Sep 2018
Trying to find a quiet place to ***
Don’t want anyone seeing me
Bursting to go
Without making a show
When I found a secluded poetree.

A Poetree by SE
Steve Jul 2018
Born on the horns
Of unicorns
Bees n’ trees n’ phantasies. 
Bleepin’ buzzin’ 
Squadrons by the dozen
Wings n’ stings
Black n’ yellow plump things.
Listen sissin’ 
Bumble bees go missin’ 
Stings n’ zings
A fluffy insect clings.
Mourned by the horns
Of unicorns
Could bees n’ trees be phantasies?
Pecked her necked her
Busy bees inject her
Zings n’ blings
And rainbow rings.
Hummin’ comin’
Soldiers started drummin’
Swarms n’ storms
In uniforms.
Wishes kisses
Serpents sendin’ hisses
Storms n’ thorns
Stripy little life forms.
Flowers n’ honey
Bumble bees not funny
Thorns acorns
Trees worth more than money.
Born on the horns
Of unicorns
Bees n’ trees not fantasies.
Certain species of bee have been added to the endangered species list worldwide, not our humble bumble bee but their numbers are in a very worrying decline nevertheless.
This little poem is a general plea for all of the environment and it was inspired by the little bee pin designed and available from

It's worth remembering about bees, if they do go they'll bee taking us with them!
Steve Jun 2018
.                               ^
                     ­ LittleAcorns
          ­          EuropEanOak
    ­                            !
To me the world needs to get smaller by people feeling joined, not by giving up their individual or national identities but by working together in cooperation and achievement.
Steve Mar 2018
These budding leaves
Roll up their sleeves
To clothe this tree
And spare its modesty

This springing scene
Of crispy green
Shall shelter us
And bees will buzz

The summer sun May rage
But sheltered ‘neath this leafy cage
We take succour from the tree  
That its fruit may set us free

And we flourish here and multiply
As the world was meant to be.
One for Easter
Steve Mar 2018
Mother's Day - one for Mother Earth*

To touch a tree
And climb amongst its limbs
To shelter in its canopy
And be wafted by the winds

To touch a tree
And hang amongst the leaves
To enter this reality
And surrender disbeliefs

To touch a tree
And reach around its trunk
To see how sweet the fruit can be
And use it to get drunk

To touch a tree
And when the mind is high
To turn ones wishes free
As fledglings learn to fly

To touch a tree
And wonder, wonder why
To wrestle with infinity
And rub shoulders with the sky

To touch a tree
And whistle with the birds
To sit upon the mother's knee
And play around with words.
Steve Aug 2017
360 things
The keyboard says - to some degree
360 things
When the sun shines - and shadows see
360 things
Circles turn - our minds set free
360 things
Seeds spin down - from a poetree

There's a spark of light
That offsets the night

The moon rules
And stars are jewels

Cogs rotate
And agitate

360 streams
A poet dreams - and thoughts mutate.
Poem no. 360 on the site.
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