When God Takes A Child

Posted in Christianity, poetry with tags , , on May 15, 2011 by Uncle Tree


What does it

mean to be

a Christian

when the God you know and love

takes a child you know and love?

When He takes

your child

your baby

your most

beloved

belonging?

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Song Of Understanding

Posted in poetry with tags , , on June 14, 2015 by Uncle Tree

forest at night

In the quiet of the mornin’

long before the cock does crow

the early bird, she comes a singin’

(hard tellin’ what she knows)

Seems to me, her tweets are secret-

coded notes with birdy words

so concise and quite direct

the foreign language that I heard

♫ ♪ ♫

sunrise in the forest

I bet, she often wonders if

her love can hear her song

restin’ in his tree on yonder cliff

Is it for her, he truly longs?

 ♪

Is it for her, he waits at sea?

Does he not know her place?

Can he not see that he is free

to leave that lonely space?

♫ ♪ ♫

tree on a cliff

‘Twas then, I swear, I heard her sigh

one quiet chirp released

Her sadness nearly made me cry

as if her love deceased

Sometimes, the world just seems to stop

I know not how or why

alone we stand — no stage — no props

but moments do pass by

sunrise in the forest

In the stillness of that wanin’ night

no single thought in mind

I watched the dark give way to light

and understood their kind

Right then, I heard the sound of wings

a feather brushed my nose!

I felt the grace the good Lord brings

and shouted, “There he goes!”

I raised my eyes to clear blue skies

observin’ love in flight

two mates — forever in faith they rise

with nothin’ but hope in sight

Uncle Tree

me2watson

 

Passion’s Chamber by Caroline Morphew

Posted in poetry with tags , , on June 1, 2015 by Uncle Tree

purple wallpaper

Hello, everyone! Welcome to Uncle Tree’s House!

It is my pleasure to announce the availability of

Caroline Morphew’s first collection of poetry.

Gifted with the heart of a poet, Caroline had me from the start. “Love Me To Life” sets the mood with “Satin Secrets” close behind. After those two lovely pieces, I knew I was in fine company, and headed into new territory. Zestfully, I felt my way through the pages to the end, then readied myself to begin all over again. The way Caroline sees with words and feels through phrases is amazingly impressive! She skillfully manages to say what she means with flair and passion. Ranging from smart, witty, and quirky, to deep, dark, and provocative, Caroline’s signature poetry is alluringly sensual and enticingly erotic. As I certainly do, I believe you, too, will find her charming works marvelously outstanding and freshly romantic. Please, allow yourself the chance to peek into her poetic world of fiction, fantasy, and true-life experience. Thank you kindly! Peace and luvz, Uncle Tree

 ♥

Caroline Morphew

 by Caroline Morphew

Caroline Watson

http://www.amazon.com/Passions-Chamber-Caroline-Morphew-ebook/dp/B00YNF3JPG/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1433195117&sr=1-1&keywords=passion%27s+chamber

A Soul Full Of Diamonds

Posted in poetry with tags , on May 23, 2015 by Uncle Tree

Imperishable

From atom to molecule,

I have always been there for you.

From cellular distractions to complex organisms,

I have kept you right by my side.

From plants to ferns to trees,

I have watched you ever evolve.

From petrifying flesh to blackest coal,

I have secured your safe arrival.

soul

As Mother Earth quaked in birth,

and the Lord of Thunder roared,

I softly spoke my one command,

and the Holy Spirit obliged.

Gracefully releasing

the magic of Creation,

we imagined you into existence.

O’ precious imperishable!

Here and now, you stand before us,

with a soul full of diamonds

and a pure heart of gold.

“Welcome home!”

purity

Uncle Tree

When She Speaks To Me

Posted in poetry with tags , , on April 24, 2015 by Uncle Tree

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From the bark of a puppy dog
to the croak of a bullfrog
She knows the language of life

From the pussy cat’s “Meow”
to the Willow’s humble bow
She knows the signs of strife

From the Raven’s rowdy “Kaw!”
to the roses raised for all
She sings for the whole gallery

shroom forest

But when she speaks to me
the woods become one tree
and peace reigns in the valley

for UT, who loves her gladly
with a madness

u-n-d-i-s-t-u-r-b-e-d

© Uncle Tree

me2watson

Hanging On For Dear Life After Death

Posted in poetry with tags , on April 4, 2015 by Uncle Tree

hanging on

After most of us have passed away
a piece of us is left to stay
hanging on for
better days
with a
leg
up
on the future

Uncle Tree

Love In The Round

Posted in poetry with tags , , on March 21, 2015 by Uncle Tree

Hocus Focus

Long before Time you were
the eternal light forever seen
through the passion-powered lens
of my intently aligned
super telescopic
tunnel vision
of love 

sunset

The time we spend together
binds the joys and thrills we treasure
to a love no rule can measure
and a hope no will can tether!

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The Imp Of Ivy

Posted in poetry with tags , , , on March 8, 2015 by Uncle Tree

imp of ivy tree

I am deeper than the reach of roots too shallow to follow,
but the love my imp has for me soaks in and circulates,
and no reach is necessary ≈ just flow.

Uncle Tree

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