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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 TreeUncle Tree’s Temptress
Posted in poetry with tags dryads, illustrations, intercourse, nymphs, sex, sexual innuendos, tree art, tree poetry, trees, warm-ups on March 20, 2010 by Uncle Tree
Illustrated by Aaron Pocock
http://aaronpocock.wordpress.com/
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She came to me one morning
without a leaf to bear.
I needed no fair warning
from the lass with twiggy hair.
She tickled my fancy twice,
and then brushed against me thrice.
The warm-up was very nice, but
her next move came with a price.
I paid for it dearly, and tipped her properly.
Then I asked,
“See you again next Friday?”
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From The Lowest Limb
Posted in poetry with tags capital punishment, compassion, curses, death by hanging, ghosts, guilty verdicts, hauntings, injustice, innocence, oak trees, poetic justice, reluctance, scary stories, torture, tree poetry on August 24, 2009 by Uncle Tree
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I shuffled down the dirt road at a snail’s pace
trying to prolong my existence,
in a feeble attempt to postpone the inevitable,
my back to a howling wind that pushed me along from behind.
The whistling in my ears muted the sneers
from a multitude of dust devils.
High noon was fast approaching,
bringing to light a tortuous certainty.
I stared down at the loosely hanging shackles
that bound me to the filth of poetic injustice.
Muttered a curse to the sentence pronounced.
Swore to the gods through the pangs of retribution.
I knew where I was headed,
and followed the footsteps of many a man most assuredly
WANTED!
Hand It To Uncle Tree
Posted in Philosophy, poetry with tags bark, branch, hand, leaf, limbs, nature, perfection, roots, sap, tree poetry, Uncle Tree, veins on May 26, 2009 by Uncle Tree
Lovely, lively
alone
Beauty, balance
unknown
Nature, nurture
the norm
Fragrant flower
the form
Me, mine
maybe ours
Grace, glory
sun showers
Field, friend
energize
Young, old
all one size
Perfect!
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Medicated Lady Drills Uncle Tree
Posted in Entertainment, poetry with tags bark, comments, drills, Homer, interview, leaves, manifesto, Medicated Lady, paybacks, questions, success, tree poetry, trees, Uncle Tree, wood carving on July 21, 2009 by Uncle Tree.
http://medicatedlady.wordpress.com/2009/07/20/beneath-the-bark-the-rooting-of-uncle-tree/
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Please come and give the dear lady a piece of your mind.
Watch out for splinters.
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