"ilife" poems - Hello Poetry

Plant a Woman "When a woman plants a tree, she plants herself." John Muir See the photo, on a stone walkway in a park on an island, somewhere in New York State *Years after first encountered, Returned this day, purposely, To trod this bricked-path Where a solitary brick, these special words carved. This brick, a patient lady-poem in waiting, Required a search-and-locate mission, To verify my memorized eyesight, Freed to release these words, Years in the forming, from whence first espied.* **When a woman plants a tree, she plants herself. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~** Much less than obvious, Import of said statement, Complex, notes, scents, questions... Perhaps this is the thus, the why, Why this po-effort, somnolent, yet disquieted, In recesses, drew lines on the wall, with one line Slashed across, for every month, It gestated, unborn, but not offering to die, It did not come effortlessly. I am seed of man, Planted within woman. I am a tree of iLife , My seed planted within You, iReader. I am as much woman as man, Perhaps more so... Wrote you, told you, I Speak Woman^ Perhaps more so... Even better than man. No shame, I rise with the dawn, To bake the bread, Alongside her, her secrets, she has, need learning, Her bread, raisins, cinnamon and secreted inside, Wisdom of loving kindness. She scatters seeds with recklessness, Who can know where wheat will be needed, Someday, her children exiled? Forest investor, tree planter, Futures she sees, where others see but wood, I follow her lead, for I cannot but fail to Prosper, when on paths tread, Formed, excavated by her footfalls. I give her rubies, I give her gold, When I ask where it be, She laughs and says adorning the tongues Of the hungry and in need. So I give her more. Indeed, I plant my seed inside her daily, Let her plant trees as she desires, Her forest, the refuge of my old age, So she plants trees, as I Plant a Woman. Thanks be, that her trees, Come from her ***** Now I understand Mr.Muir.

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Sep 2, 2013

Sep 2, 2013 at 3:02 PM UTC

nat-lipstadt

Plant a Woman

Plant a Woman "When a woman plants a tree, she plants herself." John Muir See the photo, on a stone walkway in a park on an island, somewhere in New York State *Years after first encountered, Returned this day, purposely, To trod this bricked-path Where a solitary brick, these special words carved. This brick, a patient lady-poem in waiting, Required a search-and-locate mission, To verify my memorized eyesight, Freed to release these words, Years in the forming, from whence first espied.* **When a woman plants a tree, she plants herself. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~** Much less than obvious, Import of said statement, Complex, notes, scents, questions... Perhaps this is the thus, the why, Why this po-effort, somnolent, yet disquieted, In recesses, drew lines on the wall, with one line Slashed across, for every month, It gestated, unborn, but not offering to die, It did not come effortlessly. I am seed of man, Planted within woman. I am a tree of iLife , My seed planted within You, iReader. I am as much woman as man, Perhaps more so... Wrote you, told you, I Speak Woman^ Perhaps more so... Even better than man. No shame, I rise with the dawn, To bake the bread, Alongside her, her secrets, she has, need learning, Her bread, raisins, cinnamon and secreted inside, Wisdom of loving kindness. She scatters seeds with recklessness, Who can know where wheat will be needed, Someday, her children exiled? Forest investor, tree planter, Futures she sees, where others see but wood, I follow her lead, for I cannot but fail to Prosper, when on paths tread, Formed, excavated by her footfalls. I give her rubies, I give her gold, When I ask where it be, She laughs and says adorning the tongues Of the hungry and in need. So I give her more. Indeed, I plant my seed inside her daily, Let her plant trees as she desires, Her forest, the refuge of my old age, So she plants trees, as I Plant a Woman. Thanks be, that her trees, Come from her ***** Now I understand Mr.Muir.

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(written in the Apple store) Brown shoes Grey floor Black pants See through door Blank stare Shifting screen You must stand up To be seen Iconic logo See the list Sell, sell, sell, Buy our **** iwork ical ilife I quit You can connect To what you please Just one mouse click Until you freeze

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Aug 6, 2014

Aug 6, 2014 at 1:23 AM UTC

ScatterJoy

Mac World

(written in the Apple store) Brown shoes Grey floor Black pants See through door Blank stare Shifting screen You must stand up To be seen Iconic logo See the list Sell, sell, sell, Buy our **** iwork ical ilife I quit You can connect To what you please Just one mouse click Until you freeze

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I'm trying to tell you something I don't know how But there is water in the desert There are cities full of ilife And stop signs and green lights I don't know how Still amidst the sand storms I'm trying to tell you something I'm trying to show you something I don't know how Because words are only sound Even if they come as music A symphony of movement And every action is I don't know how Who I really am I'm trying to show you something Well it's a history of changes Still it's our history of changes So maybe tomorrow We will Change for the better

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Apr 18, 2016

Apr 18, 2016 at 2:53 PM UTC

torin

I'm Trying To Help You

I'm trying to tell you something I don't know how But there is water in the desert There are cities full of ilife And stop signs and green lights I don't know how Still amidst the sand storms I'm trying to tell you something I'm trying to show you something I don't know how Because words are only sound Even if they come as music A symphony of movement And every action is I don't know how Who I really am I'm trying to show you something Well it's a history of changes Still it's our history of changes So maybe tomorrow We will Change for the better

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