For Pete’s Sake

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Art for the sake of humanity

Criticism for the sake of response

Morality for the sake of justice

Perfection for the sake of progress

Ambiguity for the sake of confusion

Between the lines for the sake of secrecy

For Beauty’s sake, I let my eyes wander

For the sake of the artist, I feel without touching

For your sake, I lay down my arms

and trample the fields unabashed

For the sake of forgiveness, I seek and find peace

For the sake of love, I forgive the incident immediately

For the sake of intention, I stumble aimlessly

and grope for the words that lift me up

hoping in the process – I can lighten your burden

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Uncle Tree

Question: Are Leprechauns Human Beings or Sprites?

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In His likeness… We look like God, right?

God made us, or thought us up, so spirits came first, right?

If no one has ever seen the face of The Creator,

how do we know He looks like us? The Saints look like us, too.

Leprechauns were first seen, then talked about.

We didn’t invent them, although we did find it necessary

to make up stories on their behalf.  Some people claimed to have

“lost their gold” because of them. Greedy humans tell tall tales, eh?

I would love to hear a quick thought of yours on this subject,

if you can find a moment to steal away.

Thank you! Uncle Tree

 

Sacred Taboos

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When you break one, you become one.

“Don’t touch that!” Whatever it may be. “Don’t even think about it!”

What about the healing touch of a Saint?

Are not they allowed to touch The Untouchables?

“You’ll get germs!” By the way my mother yelled about it,

one was to assume there was pretty much germs on

everything – everywhere – all the time!

Even in the bathtub lay the hidden taboos. “Don’t play with that!”

To do so was considered dirty, and therefore,

I figured, it must clean itself.

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Inhibitions and restrictions vary from place to place.

What was so great about Rome?

Would you do as the Romans did, if you happened

to find yourself in a Grecian state of mind?

It sounds fairly dangerous to me, weighing the risks involved.

Then again…Mother owns the scales.

Way Beyond Terms

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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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Frozen Limbs

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The warm summer sap has thickened my bark

giving me a much needed and welcome tough skin

When the wind blows, I curl in my roots

like toes in tight shoes

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If it’s snowing, and my limbs begin to bend under the weight

I relax, letting loose all worries and cares

bending with delightful ease

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The sense of an earlier sunrise, and later sunset

stirs in my veins each day,  giving hope and assurance

to my weary stump which bares the brunt of this season

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My buds will soon be showing themselves

and I prepare the greetings

The leaves inside can dream tall tales

the skies arrange the meetings

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Critters and birds are familiar to me

There’s more of them all of the time

I think, I hear, I feel, I see

a spring in my step

a rhythm with rhymes

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Lighten up and quench my thirst

This leaf in my book says, “You’re the first!”

Bless a tree, oh, love divine

Rain on me, my sweet sunshine

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Tumbling Over Worms

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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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The Crumbs Of Humility

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Good-Friday

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The bread was broken

Torn to shreds in memory

We all share the grief

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Water turned to wine

The future turned on its head

The gods turned their backs

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One cup was not passed

One man cried, but not in vain

The Son felt the weight

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Choice-less awareness

Willingly allowing this

Nothing left to lose

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Leave it all behind!

Thieves? No longer bothersome

Rust? Not a problem

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Worldly matters cease

The Son can shine without you

But you without Him?

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Tree Crossing

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Uncle Tree's House

I’m so glad you stopped!

Yes, I’ve been felled and can’t get up.

I never intended to cross the road.

The other side never looked greener.

I do hope you welcome the detour.

You’ll find a knife in the fork just ahead.

♥

In a minute, you can leave your mark.

Carve your initials into my bark.

Now add a plus sign for good measure.

Then under that – the name you treasure.

Surround them both with a human heart,

Captured in love, in rapture thou art.

No skin off my back, I feel no pain.

‘Tis good to be on the road again!

♥

Uncle Tree