Love Above The Curve

Posted in poetry with tags , on December 6, 2014 by Uncle Tree

love above the curve

I want to hold you through your everything, my love
Through thick and thin and highs and lows
through everything the wind brings in and knows
it won’t be overmuch for us to overcome, by Jove

Never more than we can handle
‘Tis according to the Lord
Zealous passions, oh, they dangle
ever since you got my gourd

That the course is never-ending
is a given we shall learn
Never breaking ~ ever bending
is this love above the curve

3d flower

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Peeking Near The Peak

Posted in poetry with tags , on November 16, 2014 by Uncle Tree

Fall colors

“C’mon! C’mon!” she sang.
Spontaneity, not my strong suit,
gently urged me to change my usual tune.

Pursed lips and a kiss  followed by a whistle,
announced the arrival of the Pied Piper ready to pipe,
and a new song was formed the instant I said, “Yes! I will.”
Then night became my day, and my way was clearly directed.

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Surrender To The Fall

Posted in poetry with tags , on October 25, 2014 by Uncle Tree

tree lovers

Whether it’s a change for the better

or a change for good, or both, and more

this transformation I am undergoing

has required the best in me

and I surrender unto it.

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The Making Of Sir Willow

Posted in poetry with tags , , , on September 13, 2014 by Uncle Tree

Bruce Marlin

♪ ♫ ♪

Stealing a glance under my branch,
I spied a green-eyed lady,
as if, by Chance, or Fate’s romance,
she found me cool and shady.

I heard her sigh for times gone by,
her breath grew slow and steady.
I knew not why, but in her cry,
old tears stood at the ready.

Releasing all, the rain did fall
on ruddy roots and timber.
Like thunder calls that break down walls;
like leaves turn in September.

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The Art Of Wonderment

Posted in poetry with tags , , , on August 31, 2014 by Uncle Tree

passing the baton

Many humans ago,

a solid-state baton passed on

to the second generation of children.

Now, our children pass on a rolled up scroll

that houses nothing less than the emptiness of Soul.

It is chock-full of science, knowledge, reason, and logic,

but totally void of meaning and a common sense of direction.

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In Harmony ♪ She Rolls

Posted in poetry with tags , , , on August 9, 2014 by Uncle Tree

Amy Rose 3

Spirit forms in the mist
tumbling and rolling and splashing
in fashion

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Select Your Passion

Posted in poetry with tags , , , on July 27, 2014 by Uncle Tree

Passion Fruit

I Am The Creator

Lord One Of The Universe

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