All In For My Caro

Posted in poetry with tags , , on January 17, 2015 by Uncle Tree

love

If there’s one thing I know

it’s the love for my Caro

pinpointed like an arrow

ever aimed straight for her heart

wallpaper love

If there’s two things I know

one’s the love of my Caro

nestled deep in my marrow

ever growing from the start

Valentine's Day

If there’s three things I know

third belongs to Keith and Caro

coupling ducks all in a fine row

ever making love an art

hearts aflame

There is always more to know

unfolding daily with my Caro

even though the road be narrow

from this road we’ll never part

Keith and Caroline

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Hesse: For Trees Eyes Only

Posted in Quotes with tags , on January 4, 2015 by Uncle Tree

a favorite author Hesse

“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured.”

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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.

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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…

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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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