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Star BG Jan 2018
Old man Willow stands,
regal and proper.
Giving shelter to birds
and is instrument for wind to whistle.

He’s full of wisdom in his roots
that meander to hug feet.
Allows one to hear grand tales
and invites meditation
beneath its woven majestic branches.

medicine from leaves
become tools for healing’s.


Old man river is his friend in distant
as they both sing
in backyard of Mother Gia’s garden.

Yes Old Man Willow is a gift of a sage
who patiently waits to impart his wisdom.
a gift I bow to inside gratitude and smile.
Topic Inspired by Closet Case...Thanks
It's time to open the window
To see the single tree
hoping to fly early to be free
to find a place faraway
so,there I will have a better stay
waking up by sunshine top of the mountain 
there are animals you can countin
bears and wolve of here are kinder than some people
they only treat you like an eagle
Neuvalence Dec 2017
Now sit and watch
as the chrysanthemums
and the carnations with
their green holders and offspring
inhabit the rocky roads
leaving them no
space
to
breathe

       (indefinitely)

As mother nature
has successfully reclaimed
her throne;
This she has done before
       (terrifyingly; incredibly)
Though docile this hour
       (merciful)
This structure is somewhat different from my usual style, but I wanted to do some experimenting. Also you'd notice this shares a similar theme to my earlier poem 'A Stony Efflorescence'
Andreas Simic Dec 2017
Oh Christmas tree, Oh Christmas tree
How I love thee

Where’s thy pine cone I want to see
That fills me with so much glee

And has me plead
Where is thy seed

That will spring forth future generations
And hence bring great tribulations

Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree
How I love thee

For now and evermore
You bring happiness to my shore

They vibrant colors I behold
If the truth doth be told

Thy aroma in my nose
Brings me to a close

Oh Christmas tree, Oh Christmas tree
How I love thee

Andreas Simic©
Johnny Noiπ Dec 2017
I can contain the secret no longer.
O - I'll not come outright & confess...at first.
That would be too easy & I want to get good looks at their faces---
Yes, I've done it...
I've synthesized a woman from pure plant matter,
skin so flesh-like, warm,
bulbous, supple, leafy & green---
She will wither surely,
in which case she'll require pollination---
& for this reason as well I have given her
instead of a pliant succulent ******, a swarming bees nest:
so that any man foolish enough
to try to have his w/ her
will be stung a thousand times over, nourishing her roots---
But tonight, she is mine alone
to pluck her ****** apples,
each one w/ a ****-like taste of its own---
Paylei Rose Dec 2017
High up above the ground
Leaves surrounding us
The wind rustling beneath our feet
Sitting on branches with little small talk
If only this moment lasted forever

A little boy only five
Thinking he can climb up all the way
With a little puppy staring at us from the ground
Waiting and waiting for us to come down
The little child let his imaginary be wild
He used to be so excited to climb up this old tree
That he used to tell me all of his stories in

This little boy has now grown older
It's crazy how much a few years can change you
The puppy that waited at our feet is now old and tired
The boys stories are told less and less
Now this old tree only hears the silence of growing old
SBR9000 Dec 2017
The green leaves are gone.
Naked brown branches remain.
Reaching to the sky.
© 12.08.2017 SBR9000
SBR9000 Dec 2017
Through the morning light.
The frost shines off of the trees.
Now, a cold morning.
© 12.08.2017 SBR9000
sap
she is
     the sap of the rarest tree
     forever watched
     prodded
     commercialized

the slow descent
     to swallow everything
     leaves her encased
     vilified
     sprouting spores of dust on a shelf

into a clockwork flower
     plucked and plumed
     sanitized in all the right places
     harlequin smile for the stage
     nipped and tucked for viewing pleasure
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