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Uncle Tree’s House
Posted in humor, Philosophy, poetry with tags Aaron Pocock, fairy tale illustrations, fairy tale trees, fairy tale woods, fairy tales, fairy tree house, freedom, god images, god's hands, Keith Alan Watson, tree poetry, Uncle Tree on July 6, 2011 by Uncle TreeFree Uncle Tree
Posted in humor, poetry with tags freedom, market value, Uncle Tree on September 17, 2010 by Uncle Tree
FREE! FREE! FREE!
Uncle Tree is not For Sale!
~ He already owns himself ~
— twice over —
That’s what makes him
FREE!
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Freedom On Demand
Posted in poetry with tags compatriots, freedom, history, Independence Day, nationalism on July 4, 2010 by Uncle Tree
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Steady is the hand
keeping balance in the land
as it measures the cost
of freedom on demand
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A hero’s song unsung
off the tip of a silent tongue
reminds us of the place where
only the good die young!
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With red roses near
blue skies that stretch for years
those broad stripes and bright stars
prepare our youth for tears
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“Left, right, left…” we stride
to breach the great divide
We must march together
or risk this nation’s pride
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If In God We Trust
but for more loot we lust
the Golden Calf we’ll praise
half buried in the dust
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About face!
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As one united nation
let us move in the same direction –>
towards a day worth remembering,
and a history worth repeating!
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The Immortal Fairy Tale
Posted in poetry, short stories with tags birth, death, divine forgetfulness, Earthlings, fairy tales, fortune, free will, freedom, hope, human beings, immortality, life, lot, love, magic, soul, spirit, treasures, weight on April 24, 2010 by Uncle Tree
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In the beginning — a story was born,
and the child — became — another mouth to feed.
His lot — his place – in life — was set,
whether he consciously made the choice — or not.
As he grew — his physical weight — forever fluctuating,
however slight,
was the Earth’s burden to bear — the burden,
a gravitational equation.
Born with a will – an innate trait — he survived many a power play,
manipulating others with clever maneuvers — win, lose or draw.
His works – not original — but hand-me-downs — reproduced
for the sake of posterity — giving him — a sense of self-worth.
Aware — was he — of a certain personal freedom ,
ambiguously prescribed,
daring him to express it — in action — in thought — in private
conversations with himself — and his God.
Humanity Next Door
Posted in poetry with tags 9/11/01, airplanes, anger, blindness, conspiracy, destruction, doors, flames, forces, freedom, hate, heart, humanity, keys, love, mankind, openings, ruins, tragedy, twin towers, union on September 1, 2009 by Uncle Tree.
Here
is a sight we seldom see:
union in tragedy.
Lights from the heart light up the dark,
showing the way to be.
A Timeless Longing
Posted in poetry with tags 9/11, aid, bravery, charity, courage, fear, freedom, help, heroic, humanity, longing, love, recollections, timeless on June 10, 2009 by Uncle Tree.
Humanity longs to be free,
not knowing the longing itself.
Humanity longs to be loved,
not knowing freedom itself.
Humanity longs to give aid,
not knowing to help itself.
Humanity longs to know itself,
not knowing itself afraid.
Humanity longs to be brave,
not knowing courage itself.
Humanity longs to be itself,
not knowing it longs to belong.
Humanity longs to love itself,
not knowing
love is the longing.
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Tumbling Over Worms
Posted in poetry with tags freedom, martyrs, worms on February 19, 2009 by Uncle Tree.
O, I shall be a slave to love
In seed, a sap I’ll be
Me merry martyr loves to shove
when cliff is over sea
Or I could be an earthworm
who doesn’t think too much
I’d be free to dig and squirm
until the sky I touch
A high is up, a low is down
Free means – I was once caught
To gain a smile and lose your frown
let go of worthless thought
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