Thematic Attic~You Are As A Tree
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You Are As A Tree
Nourishment as love, water, food both need
Look and feel as coldness viewed but, branching reaching out
Play me a song growing as one we are
As leaves fall, winter freeze , resting new growth soon to be
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You and a tree as one . similarities
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Good Evening Jon, Bettie, Bob and all..Many ways to compare one with a tree..Looking forward to tonight`s poetry :love: :love: :love: :love:
You, Me As A Tree
Needing water, love , feed
Not needing anyone to weed
Just love and let be
Rest during winter to grow succeed’
Anew life in nature and thee Spring brings believe
So, much a tree is as me as we
Branching out feeling free
Blooming with blossoms beauty to see
IF I WERE A TREE
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If I were a tree
I would stand tall as thee
Tell the birds to flee
Let me be
So I kin see
The leaves on me
If I were a tree
I would pose for thee
Dance for thee to see me
Spreed me limbs
And spin round and round to be
Tip toe though the tulip
Just for thee
If I were a tree
Id smile real pretty
Just for thee
Shade thee from the sun to be
Hide thee in shadow not to see
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Written By: Bettie Davis ————————– © October o3 , 2o12
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Sense this bout trees me thought maybe yall would enjoy an older write hope all will likey …. Hugs :love: :love:
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The Mammal Tree Renewal
By Bettie Davis and ru
It was the first symester and my sap began to run
Redwood sap from Moulton Mountain
My Boo and I were in mostly the same classes
And It was hard for me to find my glasses
You see my eyes were made of wood
And the optomitrist had a great deal of difficulty keeping up
With my almost weekly perscription changes
But I had my mammal friend
The only one who truly knew me
And when I lost some bark
As all teenagers do
She would apply some salve of eucalypy
And the world would be ok again
Opennin had begins toos flow
Spring waz ‘ a poppin
And ole trees dont die hard
They do flourish new growths as bees
I would pass ‘ a by friend on the path to anns fro
Lost and wonderin in times in space mostly
On him ways his merry way
Hi just where wees beees going now hed asks
Just follow me Ill take uuuus there
Seenin sum barks but loosens
Lets stops here first
I did vocalize
Where I warmly a pile slave to loose scars
Bettie and I sat in a smokey pub
A place where students went to unwind
Future phillosophers, Artists and Poets
Engineers and street sweepers with the nouce
“So what have we got here”
At leat that’s what we thought
“Odd couple”
Razing a beer
Human with a halfbreed
They laughed and I held back my sap
He pored a beer down my i’ll fitting pants
And my fibres adored the moisture
It had been so long since my feet had hit the earth
“Leave im alone”
Yelled one of the street sweepers
“He’s half wood is all
Ain’t his fault hes a mutant hybrid”
“I don’t intend to share my place with a fucking “Wooder !”
Said the engineer
Pays not ‘ a mind these bees ignorant moronic s
No needs ta sheds ‘a sappin
I will handle this wit a sparks in eyes
Bettie rises from chair
Says thats ones moos agin and Ill blacks an eye
Tha streets cleaners steps back ‘a bit
Not ‘a foolin this bees mees friend
And Ills not haves him filtered wit in this matter
On any accords
Sooos steps back arrrrs bees splatter
And most of them stood back
We must leave my love
I whispered through barkened lips
I regress
And I must enter the soil again
Or I will expire
I need the wind to rustle my leaves
And the moisture to travel my roots
Please…
Take me back to the soil
Please…
We can leave quietly
Thru the back door
That we shall meees boo but
Right after Ive spoken mees peaces
And slapper sums heads up in hem
Then wees returns you to soils
And natures wildness where yous belongs
Where Iiiis will nurture you backs
Leaves will sprites roots grows
Ands back into the deep
As weees lay
New benings will again evolve from nature grows
My boo placed me gently on the back of a ute
I was becomming brittle
“We gotta goes she said”
And the tyres made smoke on the asphalt
I could feel them spilling out of the Bar behind us
I could hear them above the roar
“Clem !” bring that SV round here
We gonna get us a gol darned woody !”
I could scent the loam of my birthplace
As Bettie pulled up
It was like coming home
The leaves whispered to me and called me by my name
russell they wove into my bark
russell…
And my little leaves wafted in delight
No worrise me Boo
I shall dig tills hand are blacken blue
Till blood runns and mix the earth corees
Burrow you deepps withins where no beings nor predators will fine
Ands stands guard tillls youus t firmly burialed your root
Leavein no trail to follows only iiis will knows your where about
Then I shall returns for youus me beloved Boo whens times for renewals is done
And with that I returned to the soil
To await the spring.
Written By: Bettie Davis and Ru ———————— © April 27- 28 , 2o12
Sing With Me
Sing a song
What has gone wrong
So, much has changed what do we do
Sing a song just hold on
Bouncing us around as a ping pong
Don`t give up we are getting strong’
Can`t be too, long
This soil we share our ancestors lived on
Our feet need steel toes not thongs
Stomp we will as King Kong
Trees and me will live
Such a beautiful theme, blog, and challenge. I’ll come back in the morning to read the pieces and comment after I’ve slept on it and hopefully dream of something to write. Big Hugs and Love. :love: :love: :love:
Man and Tree We Be
In the matrix of time’s random destiny,
the burden of consciousness resides in you and me.
At heart unknowing what cosmic relevance would be,
an anthropomorphic importance refracts in what we see.
In the vastness of time and space,
no peopled parallel universe shows us our place.
From interpretation of mystery we scrape together surety,
in the end making sense of our perceived history.
We have little difference from our friend the tree,
or for that matter the life-giving sea.
What processes in randomness gave each utility,
at heart played no favorites in shared eternity.
Tony
10/4/12
WORDS FROM MY BRANCHES FALL
I come to this place
where we’ve met
at least a time or two before,
the words of my heart
floating upon autumn breezes
of late afternoon
and landing where they fall.
And we rest here
for a few moments,
these words of mine
and the heart that wrote them,
before resuming our journey
toward some sense
of completion,
however momentary,
however brief;
thoughts meeting
somewhere in the middle
of wherever it happens to be,
ideas gathering strength
as winter approaches
and before snowflakes
begin to blanket the ground.
For when they do,
we wait together
for the ground to thaw
and for that burst of energy
and sweet rebirth
that comes with the Spring
and which breathes
new life into my heart
as it sings once more,
and new leaves emerging
upon a tree whose branches
delight in sweet breezes
that flow through them.
(c) barbara kausteklis 10-4-12
I’m a tree blowing in the breeze.
My leaves full of love shade.
My roots deep and strong this how I’m made.
But the parts you don’t see.
I’m home for many.
I can sing in the wind.
My broken branch sometimes I can mend.
Just like you and me we have are times to shine.
Just like you and me we make our world a brighter time.
Just like you and me time pass and we grow older.
Just like you and me we both have mothers, sisters , brothers , children and one another.
Just like you and me and so many others.
I have enjoyed everyone’s beautiful and amazing writes! The pictures, videos, and pen are wonderful! I have missed you all..but muse is slowly waking again! Thank You all for sharing your hearts and souls :love: :love: :love: Dee