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Trees In The Green




Trees in the Green

 

A view of the trees

Remembering that they are

life forms jutting out

In cemetery prairies

Also, in parks & parklands

 







Author's Notes/Comments: 

Reedited 08.31.2019 (corrected a misspelled word in the Author's Notes/Comments: introspecive - intros*pective); 07.05.2019; 07.02.2019 grammatical error correction: (due *to, versus due *from, self-directedness versus self-directed learning)  


Reedited 06.22.2019 (for corrections regarding the mismatched syllables in the last line which was not seven syllables (when I thought it was before), if the 5-7-5-7-7 basic tanka description is to be followed.  This error was intuitable in that specific time, yet the error was still committed because I thought that I was doing it right  (I would recall that it was possibly due to excitability in those initial moments; & which I only have been able to finally confirm along the way by verifying its initial descriptive notion as I went over it this time (ipso facto, earlier today).  This is a helpful aid in my self-directed learning since this was an issue with descriptivism.



06.07.2019 reedition (for grammatical & semantical errors):



This was just an attempt at composing a "tanka" after a very, very long time that I had not composed one.  Although not published here, I have known that I have created some Japanese poems beforehand  (in the decades that are passé).  Believing, at first, that I was mindfully creating a haiku, which was my 'real intention' (until this was being thought out right now), my recounting proved that I am mistaken (mostly due to the descriptions I once held in my mind to be 'true'—e.g., a 'Gettier problem', in an epistemological sense).  In my mind, I was wanting to make a poem, in short verses.  And I could not help but recall the 'Japanese art', until later when I began realizing that—via a causal relation—"I might have gotten something wrong" (also by virtue of merely going by the term's/definition's sake).  Both of their definitions were readily available in my mobile device's built-in dictionary & are easily accessible; yet despite that obvious breakthrough of technological convenience, I figured that it is not enough for me to truly grasp the essence of such a particular Japanese "art form" (from an 'a priori' knowledge).  And then, somehow, the 'a posteriori' notion prodded me because of this process in my introspective/reflective note/commentary). This particular poem, (i.e., an actual example of my 'tanka') has got me in that realization.  Its poetic style have me liking it more, which emphatically may have quite something to do with why I liked it all the more (because of its refined/distilled appeal).  Quite, I liked it so much (I thought)..even though I still have yet to figure out both of their distinctive qualities (i.e., tanka vs. haiku) which does not warrant a self-directed learning in any way.  Right now, I cannot yet say why, in terms of technicality, because I just wanted to emphasize a 'particularity' whenever I expound on its adverbialism (in this respect, with my objectification/objectivity).  The rest would be left to the spontaneity of the learning experiences of life.  Although, truthfully, a tanka - how my experimentation turned out to be, has that totally different approach & meaning to poetry (as compared to a "haiku")..while I mistakenly was thinking that I was actually composing a haiku for that matter.  That spontaneous occurrence mattered in that it happened aptly, when I would have liked it to be happening at this time.  The end result is valuable empirical data [outcome].—The mobile device, where the sources of informational products were "actually" taken from, & that which had provided me with the quickest possible reference at the time, was just a particular "language text" defining the "definiendum" ["tanka"].  This was seemingly the recallable driving force and decision point for its final publication.  Thus, it ended up here, howsoever, & that had also given me enough (or more) reasons to examine my poems—in this capacity.  Once again, I apologize for my long notes (which you can expect sometimes whenever I have something to post/to share here).  Kindly please pardon my philosophizing as I have tried to give my comment on several accounts or viewpoints (a multiperspective approach with a lot of contextual dimensions & intertextuality).  Thank you for looking on!

 

 

 

Trees Do Scream

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Trees do scream.

We jjust can't hear them


saiom shriver

 

 

Footnote:

This several thousand year

old redwood just toppled

sooner than its life span

because of the vivisection

 

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In The Woods

The evergreen, the Ponderosa, the Sequoia
Tower so high—so great,
So high they reach out to lightning fate.
High up, birds hover near the nest;
Far beneath them, peace and quiet gives us rest.
They even hide us from the stars,
From Venus, Jupiter, or Mars.

We tranquil land bound creatures search,
Enveloped in our tree-branch church;
We are so impotent, so puny, frail,
Surrounded by these trees and trail.
We rest on beds of branches and leaves,
As if to hide from bandits or thieves.

Truly memorable this short nature tour,
A momentary gift … a lure,
Then back to life’s reality … so soon,
Under the watch of a friendly moon.
Now daily chores and obligations
Erase the pleasure of man’s primal sensations.
The rustic forest shall wait
Those who search beyond heaven’s gate.

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Brown to green to brown

Brown to green to brown

   By jfarrell

 

So the leaves have changed since I sobered up;

Spring was starting

And now autumn, fall, is tapping on my shoulder;

From winter brown to spring green, back to brown.

 

As a hot summer cools to a warm (hopefully) autumn,

The leaves go through their red phase,

More blood red than brown;

The trees rain blood, as if in protest at what they see.

 

And maybe, we should listen to them;

Most of the trees are older than any living person;

If they could speak

What wisdom, what secrets might they share?

 

Maybe, there is only one wisdom, one truth;

“Stop worrying; He will provide”;

I’ve yet to see a tree exhausted with stress;

Or worrying where its next meal is coming from.

 

From brown to green to brown;

With a little scarlet, a little blood letting;

Maybe, this winter, the trees will wear their frosty cloaks; silver white;

And, maybe I will appreciate it more, than I did before.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

nature has many wondrous colours

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The Tree

As I walked down the road thinking,

How all hope had abandoned me...

I came up on a pitiful sight~

A bent, lonely and broken tree.

Tears fell from my eyes,

As I reflected on my life...

How much I felt like this tree~

Pitiful, broken and full of strife.

I sat down at the base,

Closed my eyes and begin to pray...

"Dear Lord, why did I give up.

And allow the strings of my heart to fray?"

He  answered with a whisper,

Like a soft and gentle wind...

You turned away from Me, my child~

But I promise this isn't the end."

He then went on to tell me,

To look at the top of the tree...

So I tilted my head skyward~

And saw two lovely green leaves!

Then God said "when you think you're alone

And feeling lonely broken and bent...

Look up to Me for reassuranc~

For My love is Heaven sent.

And like the two leaves,

That you now see...

I will ALWAYS be with you~

Especially when you're a broken and bent tree.

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THE LESSON OF THE TREES

The other day while walking in the woods something occurred to me
“How much there is to learn,” I thought, “from a stroll among the trees.”

Trees can teach us about beauty when we stop to realize
How beauty comes in any shape, in any color, any size.

For every tree is beautiful, each one a work of art and heaven blessed
And each tree adds its loveliness to the beauty of the rest.

Trees can teach us about harmony, they have no ego, no vanity, no pride
They stand together in the forest, different species side by side.

They can teach us about family, each tree is a sister or a brother
Strong enough to stand alone or lean on one another.

As we watch how trees welcome in the rain, the wind, the sun, the air
They can teach us how the key to life is their ability to share.

They can teach us about humility, it’s a lesson we must learn
As they give us food and air and life asking nothing in return.

They put up no fences, no walls, no boundaries have they made
And everyone’s invited in, to sit beneath their shade.

They can teach us about adversity, they stand tall through life with ease
They know the key to weathering any storm is swaying with the breeze.

They can teach us how to live together for it’s the Earth that they adore
They have no need for animosity, or hatred, or prejudice or war.

They can teach us to take the time to rest, to find shelter from the sun
And never be too busy to climb their branches, just for fun.

They teach us how we’re all connected, every creature, plant and stone
And remind us no matter where we go, we never walk alone.

And they teach us all in silence, they do not sermonize or preach
It’s up to us to accept their guidance and heed the lessons that they teach.

Yes, as I walked in the woods I never realized the way my heart would yearn
Knowing that the trees were there to teach me...and how much there is to learn.

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Treesongs

Do you -- do you know the reason they moan? 

Like abled creatures and beings, 
or the pullings tides, 
our watchful trees with too to move. 

They wish to enjoy the harvest, to dance in their fallen leaves. 
They long to sway and sing with the times of change, 
and to see the miracles of seed. 

But their roots are buried deep, 
and to be removed is defeat. 

So they sing their lonely songs 
with weathered bark and 
branches that reach for more. 

These are the reasons they moan.  

Author's Notes/Comments: 

There was actually more to the poem, but I opted only to share the second half. Just a little something. At the time I was a rather interested in trees. Smile

*I Need You (2)*

 

 May.23.2002

 Trisha Barrek Hopkins

 

I need You 

Like the grass needs the rain

You're the only person that makes me smile

When I'm in pain

One day I hope to walk down the isle

 

I need you 

Like the trees need the suns heat

You're the only person I want in my heart

I'm so glad God let us finally meet

I knew I loved you from the very start

 

I need you 

Like we need air

To breathe our every breath to live

For only you I'll always care

My ever lasting love to you I'll forever give

 

I need you 

Like our eyes need our tears

I promise to try to protect you from harm

And I'll do my hardest to fight your fears 

I'll always make you smile wih my charm

 

I need you 

Like the stars need the sky

I want to be with you forever

For only you my love I'd die

Promise we'll always be together 

 

I need you 

Like a child needs her mother 

To always love and protect

For a very long time I pray we only love eachother

You, my everything I could never neglect

 

I need you

Like we need the world to survive

You are mine for keeps for good

You make my mind body and soul stay alive

Next to you sweety I have always stood

 

I need you 

Like you need me 

To you I'll always be true

And never again set you free

 

You mean the world to me 

You are my everything

In my heart with you I'll always forever be

To your happiness and love I'll always forever bring

 

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Deforesting Koch Brothers

Deforesting Koch Brothers

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The Koch Brothers are together worth more than 100 billion dollars
which they are using to further corrupt our partial democracy as they flood the
airwaves with ads for Republican warmonger candidates.

They own besides many oil pipelines... Georgia Pacific
which is spreading drought and forest fires while destroying animal habitat by
killing trees.

"Republican candidates in close races in Alaska, Colorado, Michigan, New Hampshire and North Carolina each received more than $100,000 from billionaires." (Huffington Post). One can add to that Iowa and Ohio.

http://www.bloomberg.com/news/2014-04-16/koch-brothers-worth-100-billion-buying-printers-to-ads.html

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