"abscised" poems
Outside the window
Where I sit by,
This tree is there,
“Rain tree” all call her;
I see how she smiles with rain
Ornamenting blossoms all over!!
I talk with her,
I weep with her,
I share all those ruminating stories
That I left behind.....
She smiles and nodes
She consoles and encourages
Through her greens and wilted leaves, abscised branches
I rest my soul
On those wide opened canopy
And let my emotions fly away......
The tree, the “Rain Tree”
Let me call her
“My Soul Tree!!”
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC
It's an alright guise
It helped me win a prize
Pay no attention to my size
Just ask if I am wise
So quick of you to advise
Before I can apprise
You stand to watch me rise
After I have been abscised
Perhaps you will baptize
And hope to capsize
All that I chastise
And all that I cognize
This poem I comprised
Of all that you demised
All that you despised
And all that you devised
Why do you always demonize
Just to get a word in edgewise
If you truly wish to excise me
Why not just Graecize me
I Watch the moon rise
I reprise and revise
I get streetwise
And I stylize
Jan 23, 2025
Jan 23, 2025 at 8:21 PM UTC