A Whisper Of Artful Bliss

Posted in poetry with tags , on April 14, 2012 by Uncle Tree

Artwork courtesy of Brent Funderburk


Up in the clouds

Bubbling with enthusiasm

Floating on the laughter of the wind

Encased in a gleaming globe of florescence

I begin the slow descent back to earth


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Caro’s dreams and a commentary of sorts

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

Uncle Tree:

Whether it is 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.

I surrender unto love,

unto a love my heart knows well.

So well, my intellect scarcely understands

the heart’s acknowledgements.

My will followed this directional change,

as if it knew the heart better than I,

and I am willingly losing my grip for first love.

– Uncle Tree

Originally posted on Pensuality:

The Cranberries are my favorite group in all the universe.. I need to be shown direction.. I need the key to unlock mysteries.. Don’t you? I need what my heart has always known was there.. I love someone more than I felt possible..Is life bizarre or what? When within the blink of an eye things can change in your life.. Do you stand in awe or astounded.. ? I do.. Especially when one moment in time I see something that catches my eye.. Knowing that I will be changed profoundly and oh so beautifully..

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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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Tree Dancing

Posted in poetry with tags , , on July 1, 2014 by Uncle Tree

HD Wall Now

In the twilight ~ West Sun’s daughter

photon dancing on the water

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The Wisdom Of Dark Matter: In Color

Posted in poetry with tags , , , on June 17, 2014 by Uncle Tree

Emerald Wake ©

At the center of it All
In the midst of every rainbow
the one World Axis — blacker than black
Deeper than Deepak

~ Insidious Dark Matter ~
from which there is no escape
Only the light of day remains

In clutches of color
we spin and risk

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