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From The Executive Branch

Posted in poetry with tags , , on February 2, 2014 by Keith Alan Watson

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leaf and leaves now leave me speechless
left and right twist meaningless
centered in the symmetry
nature turns quietly
grown perfectly
you and me
so simple
so free
and
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giant oak trees-around-the-world
The Angel Oak
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From Uncle Tree

A Gift To Open Hearts And Minds

Posted in Christianity, poetry with tags , , on December 23, 2013 by Keith Alan Watson

Christmas-Cross

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Out On The Limbs Of Love

Posted in poetry with tags , , , on December 11, 2013 by Keith Alan Watson

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When it snows, and my limbs begin to bend

under the weight, I relax

 letting loose all worries and cares 

When the North wind blows

I just curl in my roots

like toes in new Christmas shoes

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Uncle Tree’s Temptress

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on March 20, 2010 by Keith Alan Watson

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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Medicated Lady Drills Uncle Tree

Posted in Entertainment, poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 21, 2009 by Keith Alan Watson

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Please come and give the dear lady a piece of your mind.

Watch out for splinters.

About My Father’s Business

Posted in childhood, Christianity, poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 17, 2009 by Keith Alan Watson

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The biggest man I know

is not really big at all

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Way Beyond Terms

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , on February 23, 2009 by Keith Alan Watson

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Excess time limits

Zeroes claim sufficiency

Always more to gain

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Speed loses it’s thrill

Passing belies danger

Too slow to fly right

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Leftovers with bite

Words left out two nights to spoil

Lines become homeless

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Meanings foster mold

Language to languish over

Properly kiss mine

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To the bitter end

Middle ages fly faster

Hellish days drag on

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Spread the crap around

Bottom foundations in growth

Tree’s sanctuary

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Terms slip on sweet fruit

Wear them in then wear them out

Face a toothless grin

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