| 7/25/2013 1:01:51 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | Under the great North Star Trying to work out where you are
 In the silence of the sea
 I don't know where I'll be
 In the future, in the past
 Going nowhere, much too fast
 When I go there, go with me...
 
 Cause I don't know where I'm going
 even when I wanna talk
 I feel like I'm going where I've been before
 And I wanna talk some more......
 
 Take a picture of something that you're not sure of
 Bring it back to show to me,but I don't know what I'll see
 In the future, find a home
 Getting nowhere on your own
 Got to find your missing piece........
 
 You don't know were you're going, and you wanna talk
 You feel like you're going where you've been before
 Nothing's really making any sense at all
 You tell anyone who'll listen, but you feel ignored
 Let's talk, Do you wanna talk?
 
 I'm up in the part of the throne
 I'm trying to sing a song
 In a language I don't speak
 I tried but I can't get through
 I'm trying to get to you
 But you're very difficult to reach
 Won't you talk to me????
 
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                      | 7/27/2013 10:44:01 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | nat_now 
  Ocala, FL
 56, joined Jul. 2013
 
 
 | The poet needs the rain -to sing his songs of sad refrain, 
 and when he's happy he can't write, -he's busy in his head, where he makes it all seem so right.
 
 But if you're sad and blue and the rains won't fall for you,
 
 an umbrella in the sun can shade you from coming all undone.
 
 
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                      | 7/28/2013 5:21:53 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | why oh why would I cry a sunshiny day and there ain't no rain
 maybe I need some to write down words
 just my mood,is that absurd?
 
 a hat,an umbrella there is no need
 a worried world it is indeed
 capture the sentence,capture a tune
 read these words,you'll find out soon.
 
 some may come and some may go
 I read it all,there was no show
 no glitter,no guts,no glory,no teams
 A picture perfect day it seems.
 
 Just a typical Sunday on DH
 the invisible post without a face
 but friendly are they,who else would care
 a word game or two is all they would share.
 
 Happy posting posters......
  
 
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                      | 7/28/2013 5:54:55 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | Fuel for thought for some one....... 
 Why do we never get an answer, When we're knocking at the door.
 With a thousand million questions, About hate and love and war?
 Cause when we stop and look around us, There is nothing that we need.
 In a world of persecution, That is burning in its greed.
 Why do we never get an answer, When we're knocking at the door?
 Because the truth is hard to swallow, That's what the war of love is for.
 It's not the way you say it, When you do those things to me.
 It's more the way you mean it, When you tell me what will be.
 And when you stop and think about it, You won't believe that it is true.
 That all the love you've been giving, Hasn't all been meant for you.
 I'm looking for someone to change my life, I'm looking for a miracle in my life.
 And if you could see, What it's done to me, To lose the love I knew,
 Could safely lead me there atop the mountains,Or the crashing of the sea.
 
 
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                      | 7/28/2013 5:57:12 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      |  just_ct_returns
 
  Rome, GA
 56, joined Sep. 2012
 
 
 | I thinks I shall never see... 
 A woodchuck that can outrun thee...
 
 I would continue this sonnet endlessly...
 
 But alas I must go pee.
 
 
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                      | 7/28/2013 8:16:23 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      |  pinetree10
 
  Cumberland, MD
 68, joined Nov. 2008
 
 
 | Under the poet tree I lay, alone now, but after I say,
 
 that to love again some day,
 first forgive myself. This way,
 
 in time, loving myself, may
 lead to a time I might, Nay!,
 
 I WILL!, give freely of my love, okay?
 (Enough already! OI VAY!)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 My brain, full of rust and dust, can only hope for better^ with practice.
  
 
 
   
 
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                      | 7/30/2013 1:37:00 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | nat_now 
  Ocala, FL
 56, joined Jul. 2013
 
 
 | Sounds very good to me.  
 
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                      | 7/31/2013 1:36:24 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | The earth, it's bare cracked and white
 there's no one in sight
 just me and my soul
 no food, no coal
 warmth is missing
 coldness is rising
 the sun, it's dying
 thus darkness reigns
 sit, dear, by all means
 no one is there
 it's still so bare
 no fire to light
 no beasts to fright
 It's a lonesome entity
 may be one lowly life
 or an everlasting eternity
 winter is coming
 faster than you think
 wash you coat
 It's here in a blink
 Oh so cold and lonely........
 
 
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                      | 8/3/2013 9:26:52 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      |  ireneann
 
  Stuart, FL
 60, joined Dec. 2009
 
 
 | Each day I read what you do write. I let it mell and hold it tight'
 I find it soothing~~~it amazes me too...
 The chance I'll take to glimpse at you.
 
 
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                      | 8/4/2013 2:50:35 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | A little glimpse of heaven Here upon this earth
 In a sun filled morning
 In a newborn baby's birth...
 
 In the droopy dandelions
 In a wet slobbery kiss
 Just the simple things
 I'm glad I didn't miss...
 
 In the good times and
 In the not so good
 Times a heart healed when
 I didn't think it could...
 
 The many I love you's
 Whispered from tired lips
 Even the apple pies
 Adding pounds to my hips...
 
 Having a hand to hold
 Even after they have gone
 A little glimpse of heaven
 To keep me hanging on...
 
 
 To live this life over again
 I wouldn't change a thing
 For the wisdom I have gained
 Is the blessing that it brings...
 
 
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                      | 8/4/2013 11:01:11 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | How do I mend a broken heart? My entire world has fallen apart.
 How do I find hope in a brand new day,
 when the one I love has gone away?
 My mind overflows with memories of you,
 of all that we've shared, all that we knew.
 I long for your touch and your warm embrace,
 the look in your eyes, the smile on your face.
 My dreams are filled with your soft gentle kiss,
 I wake and cry for all that I miss.
 How do I mend a broken heart,
 when my one true love and I are apart?
 My heart knows to love only you, it won't let go, what do I do?
 Our moments together were precious and few,
 but I cherished them all more than you knew.
 I love you my angel and always will,
 I loved you then and I love you still.
 Don't you read till you awake
 A dream that comes won't be fake
 you'll think back and wonder why
 Should I have gave it a try.
 
 
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                      | 8/7/2013 5:05:32 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | midnightangel50 Greenville, SC
 52, joined Jun. 2013
 
 
 | Love Song by Rainer Maria Rilke 
 How can I keep my soul in me, so that
 it doesn't touch your soul? How can I raise
 it high enough, past you, to other things?
 I would like to shelter it, among remote
 lost objects, in some dark and silent place
 that doesn't resonate when your depths resound.
 Yet everything that touches us, me and you,
 takes us together like a violin's bow,
 which draws one voice out of two seperate strings.
 Upon what instrument are we two spanned?
 And what musician holds us in his hand?
 Oh sweetest song.
 
 
 
  
 
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                      | 8/8/2013 9:51:28 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | cupocheer 
  Assumption, IL
 66, joined May. 2010
 
 
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                      | 8/13/2013 11:15:45 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | The Oak Tree A mighty wind
 Blew night and day
 It stole the oak tree's leaves away
 
 Then snapped its boughs
 And pulled its bark
 Until the oak was tired and stark
 
 But still the oak tree held its ground
 While other trees fell all around
 The weary wind gave up and spoke
 How can you still be standing Oak
 
 The oak tree said, I know that you
 Can break each branch of mine in two
 Carry every leaf away
 Shake my limbs, and make me sway
 
 But I have roots stretched in the earth
 Growing stronger since my birth
 You'll never touch them, for you see
 They are the deepest part of me
 
 Until today, I wasn't sure
 Of just how much I could endure
 But now I've found, with thanks to you
 I'm stronger than I ever knew
 
 ~ Johnny Ray Ryder, Jr. ~
 
 
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                      | 8/14/2013 2:13:48 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | eastfoot 
  Bossier City, LA
 59, joined Jul. 2012
 
 
 | What a way to live, no No break_fast, no hunger
 Maybe an apple though, path
 Leading to the smell of bark
 
 Running in town, yet sleeping through
 Reaching in the dark, putting on clothes
 Not arousing, except for a pocket, where
 The only ones met are store-formed
 
 Confess mortal, content to die
 How better dead the forms moving
 Unaware relinquishing prophetic
 Compose Love to vanish in wing
 
 In mind's eye to see again
 Ghosts of beauty, dearest
 Maintained, copy and prune
 Roughened bark, black by rain
 
 Wistful dreamer eyes, Leo heart
 Clothed without defunct origami
 Strings skyward sizing in flight
 Balancing 'tween lost and found
 
 Pausing in answer, to question
 Crouching uncompromisable
 Branching view shaken, with
 Piercing eyes glaring obliques
 
 Bough scented hope revealing
 Noting song half-way, stairs
 Egging self-bound perfection
 'til un_patterned to prevail
 
 Seven 'o' two time dictation
 Lease intercepted stealthily
 Hour eccentrically shared
 Literal ennoblement fount
 
 "Adam Guardian of Paradise"
 by eastfoot August 2013
 
 
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                      | 8/16/2013 2:30:29 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | nat_now 
  Ocala, FL
 56, joined Jul. 2013
 
 
 | My eyes are hot, Lids burning red..
 
 The tears won't let me
 Go to bed.
 
 I'm stinging sad
 Yet mad as hell
 
 No bargaining power
 to trade nor sell
 
 It isn't fair
 It isn't right,
 
 Wish I could save you
 With all my might
 
 Your favorite color,
 Your pets names,
 
 So many thoughts
 My heart's in flames!
 
 You stand fast
 For good and right
 
 Take your time,
 Don't rush flight.
  
 
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                      | 8/16/2013 10:23:16 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | When you are ill, our sun goes under a cloud.
 Your presence in all our lives
 is such a bright joy
 that everything seems in shadow
 when you're not here.
 When you aren't feeling well,
 we feel the lack
 of your glowing energy
 and contagious vitality.
 When you are sick
 we all feel incomplete,
 like a jigsaw puzzle
 with a missing piece.
 Please rest,
 take good care of yourself,
 and feel better.
 We all miss you
 and want you back.
 
 
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                      | 8/16/2013 12:35:23 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | 
 
 
 
 A Mourning Dove, with sorrowful cry
 Sits alone waiting, he will not fly
 He sings a song, his mate will hear
 They're never apart, but always near
 Monogamous, this husband and wife
 Birds of a feather, they mate for life
 
 
 
 
 
  
 
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                      | 8/16/2013 12:52:14 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 |  Shaggy 
 You sure were missed, my friend
 Very glad to see you posting again....
 
 
  
 How's those Nanners?
 they can't be far
 missed their antics
 like jelly in a jar....
  
 whatever that means???
  
 hey it rhymed!!!!!!
  
 
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                      | 8/16/2013 1:01:37 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 |  Shaggy
                         
                        You sure were missed, my friend 
                        Very glad to see you posting again....
                        
                           
                        How's those Nanners? 
                        they can't be far 
                        missed their antics 
                        like jelly in a jar....   
                        whatever that means???   
                        hey it rhymed!!!!!! 
 
 
 
 Nanners, nanners, ah yes those nanners. They're waiting for a day, they might dance again.
 
 
 
  
 
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                      | 8/16/2013 1:21:51 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | On a lone old wooden bench I will be waiting The last stronghold of nature in the city
 Now towers grow like trees in the summer
 Standing as shepherds of our downfall
 The stars burn themselves out slower
 When nothing can be salvaged,Hope is all we have left
 It’s never enough,But we still try: Even now........
 
 
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                      | 8/16/2013 6:31:41 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      |  pinetree10
 
  Cumberland, MD
 68, joined Nov. 2008
 
 
 | Time, they say and new love, may
 
 Salve a heart broken.
 to feel new life, then
 
 Reach deep deep inside
 only you can decide
 
 Enough sadness! Enough pain!
 'tis time to live again!
 
 You've had broken hearts before
 May happen again, for sure
 
 It's up to you
 friend, only you...
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
   
 
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                      | 8/16/2013 8:33:50 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | cupocheer 
  Assumption, IL
 66, joined May. 2010
 
 
 |  Pine --- nice to see you. 
 
 Very nice write.
  
 
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                      | 8/18/2013 2:31:53 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | I sat down to write a romantic poem
 confessing I love you.
 However, I guess I’m not
 in a romantic mood today,
 as I couldn’t find
 anything romantic to say.
 The words it seems
 have left my head,
 which only leaves me
 one thing to do,
 and that is to go to bed.
 
 
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                      | 8/19/2013 3:16:29 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | nat_now 
  Ocala, FL
 56, joined Jul. 2013
 
 
 | Fear no evil, It's merely an earthly thing,-
 It's here to make our shoulders stronger,
 To later have strength to take wing.
 
 The burdens will be lifted,
 We will be light and feel afloat,
 Rising up toward the heavens,
 Our worries shed,
 The angels there, waiting to dote.
 
 Thru the gates to stressfree life,
 Never again an ounce of strife,
 Tip a toe-ing cloud to cloud,
 White silks billowing,
 With sheer veil as shroud.
 
 Fellowship, and harmony,
 No bad thoughts will ever be,
 Just wispy and light, daily delights,
 As we all run and dance carefree
  
  
 
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                      | 8/20/2013 4:01:56 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | nat_now 
  Ocala, FL
 56, joined Jul. 2013
 
 
 | .  
 
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                      | 8/21/2013 12:24:23 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | I have never seen a deer cross a road at a deer-crossing sign
 I guess I haven't lived yet
 Watch after I write this
 one will cross there,I bet
 
 It will jump right out
 and say you have been warned
 read the sign Mr.,
 It's there on that post...
 
 He shakes his head
 back and forth from disgust,
 stupid,crazy drivers
 there's none we can trust...
 
 Runs into the woods
 as safe as can be,
 and shouts out aloud
 watch out for a tree...
 
 
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                      | 8/21/2013 1:01:30 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | cupocheer 
  Assumption, IL
 66, joined May. 2010
 
 
 | I had a deer run into my car I hadn't driven very far
 Could have been worse, of course
 Like when the car was hit by a horse.
  
 
 
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                      | 8/24/2013 8:07:14 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      |  ireneann
 
  Stuart, FL
 60, joined Dec. 2009
 
 
 |  
 
 
  
 
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                      | 8/24/2013 8:42:14 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      |  findingalicia
 
  Lexington, KY
 64, joined May. 2011
 
 
 | Eenie Meenie Mineie Mo Here I wander to and fro
 Never quite sure where to go
 Darn just stumped my big toe!
 
 
  
 
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                      | 8/24/2013 9:59:34 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | Right here, in this, tiny space I lost someone, I can't replace
 I heard a voice from up above
 'It's time to go, GOD needs your love'
 
 
  
 
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                      | 8/25/2013 2:28:45 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | If you think you are beaten, you are If you think you dare not, you don't,
 If you like to win, but you think you can't
 It is almost certain you won't....
 
 If you think you'll lose, you're lost
 For out of the world we find,
 Success begins with a fellow's will
 It's all in the state of mind....
 
 If you think you are outclassed, you are
 You've got to think high to rise,
 You've got to be sure of yourself before
 You can ever win a prize....
 
 Life's battles don't always go
 To the stronger or faster man,
 But sooner or later the man who wins
 Is the man WHO THINKS HE CAN!!!!
 
 
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                      | 8/25/2013 4:07:24 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | cupocheer 
  Assumption, IL
 66, joined May. 2010
 
 
 |   ... was the one who won suffering with the flu?  
 
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                      | 8/25/2013 10:02:41 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | cupocheer 
  Assumption, IL
 66, joined May. 2010
 
 
 | I opened my eyes and what did I see
 The whole wide world
 Looking back at me.
  
 
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                      | 8/29/2013 2:25:32 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | There are days when nothing seems right,When every shell you pick up on the winding shore is broken. When the silken treasure slips through your fingers too quickly. When comforts are empty,And the world is noise. On those jagged edged days, when the wind is screaming for a reason only she understands. And you find yourself all alone....
 
 There is goodness in the world, that even the river of tears cannot erase.
 There is love in the world, that the numbed armies of fear can not destroy.
 Sometimes that goodness is everywhere apparent,It pours from the heart of every Moment...
 
 From the light of every smile,
 On those soft days, love hides in the eaves to drop like sweet honey on your forehead and sings her lilting lullabies in the arms of the winds.
 But on some days, Beloved, On days like today,Look to the sun.....
 
 Go inside yourself, Find a speck, a splinter of beauty to be grateful for,
 Yes, the day has worn you, And Yes our mistakes have been so many,
 But say Thank you anyway,Take account of all that is in your possession....
 
 A mind, A heart, A body,A life that breathes, even if for just one more day.
 Now count the eyes that have smiled at you on your wild journey,
 the hands that have held you tenderly,the ears that have listened,
 the prayers that have been made on your behalf,And whisper your Thank you again.
 
 Count the sky that has watched you grow with His painted eyes,
 The heaving waves that find their echo in the tides of your breathing,
 The little birds that have sung you their songs,
 The stars which have been a lamp to your path,and are your rightful inheritance....
 
 Count unexpected laughter,Count undeserved grace,
 Count Passion and Love making and Dreams yet to be born,
 And bow your head and say Thank You....
 
 Now count the lives who still need your light,
 The hungry, the sick, the helpless,
 Count the children who will die today
 and imagine if with the breath of your body
 you could help just one....
 
 Turn your face to the sun,And know yourself as a child of the light,
 You are the Goodness that cannot be extinguished,
 The love that burns through the darkest night....
 
 And perhaps,In turning You will see what I have seen,
 that this day where everything seemed wrong,was not your curse,
 It was your gift,Your chance,To find inside yourself a forgotten Thank You,
 To smile in the face of the grim suppressors,
 To stand in the heart of the glowering darkness,We need to look, to see,
 So turn your face to the sun....
 
 
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                      | 8/29/2013 9:47:28 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      |  findingalicia
 
  Lexington, KY
 64, joined May. 2011
 
 
 | ^ Beautiful.  
 
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                      | 8/30/2013 8:21:31 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      |  pinetree10
 
  Cumberland, MD
 68, joined Nov. 2008
 
 
 | As we watch the days slide by, an unlimited supply?
 
 Off your butt, leave dreams for night.
 Live, love, laugh, and know its right
 
 Good days or bad, time moves on
 Live it now 'cause soon it gone
 
 You've this day, and nothing more...
 Life, love, that and nothing more...
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
 
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                      | 8/31/2013 4:07:36 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | Ok, so I can't sleep but thought........ 
 
 Here’s a tricky issue:
 
 The task is to grasp, to connect, to understand....
 But such a task is to some degree impossible, and most people want clarity....
 
 At the end of class, at the end of the day,
 we want revelation,A glimpse of your way....
 a glimpse of the skyline through your lifting fog,
 a glimpse of what happened,that finished your day....
 
 Aesthetically, this is understandable,nothing to blog
 Some magic, some satisfaction,some Ahhh!
 is it one of the rewards of any reading I ask
 and particularly the reading of a poets task????
 
 But a poem that reveals itself completely
 in one or two readings will,
 over time, seem less of a poem than one that constantly reveals
 subtle recesses and previously unrecognized meanings....
 
 
 are you as confused as I am????
 I am not confused, I wrote it and know what I meant....
 Read it again when you're in a different mood,
 It grabs you and holds you,like a poem should.....
 
 
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                      | 9/1/2013 12:41:31 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | cupocheer 
  Assumption, IL
 66, joined May. 2010
 
 
 | h0ow can it be 
 this poet tree
 
 when the poet
 
 we seldon see?
 
 
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                      | 9/1/2013 1:43:57 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | look really close it's not that hard
 a root of wisdom
 in your back yard
 
 a tree can sprout
 a tree will grow
 water the thing
 and don't be slow
 
 cherish a moment
 don't look back
 post with pleasure
 not false facts
 
 
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                      | 9/1/2013 1:47:53 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | cupocheer 
  Assumption, IL
 66, joined May. 2010
 
 
 | As I sit upon my stool 
 .....I ponder
 
 The world around me
 
 .....then I wonder.
  
 
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                      | 9/1/2013 2:43:18 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | is my stool as high as it should be oh the view is better than looking up
 as I spin around and say Weeeeeee
 I realize I can't reach my coffee cup
 
 
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                      | 9/1/2013 6:11:13 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | cupocheer 
  Assumption, IL
 66, joined May. 2010
 
 
 | Leave a perfumed fragrance 
 ...upon the trees
 
 As it wafts skyward
 
 ...on a summer breeze.
 
 
 
 
 Have patience my Father said
 
 ...for in good time 'twill come to pass
 
 All the mysteries of life
 
 ...present, future, and past.
  
 
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                      | 9/1/2013 7:56:44 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | Dark days become sunny Frigid days become warm,
 Rainy days become cloudless
 And lightning got wiped away from the storm.
 
 Oceans sing,
 Rocks cry out,
 Mountains roar,
 And tree branches shout.
 
 The stars fall
 Right out of the sky.
 The moon winks
 And the sun went dry.
 
 All because you said one thing
 All because you said it's true
 All because you made me smile
 All because you said I like you.
 
 
  
 
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                      | 9/1/2013 8:03:37 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | cupocheer 
  Assumption, IL
 66, joined May. 2010
 
 
 | Dark days become sunny 
                        Frigid days become warm, 
                        Rainy days become cloudless 
                        And lightning got wiped away from the storm.
                         
                        Oceans sing, 
                        Rocks cry out, 
                        Mountains roar, 
                        And tree branches shout.
                         
                        The stars fall 
                        Right out of the sky. 
                        The moon winks 
                        And the sun went dry.
                         
                        All because you said one thing 
                        All because you said it's true 
                        All because you made me smile 
                        All because you said I like you.
                        
                         
 
 That ^^^^^^ is lovely and wonderful ..... great poetic expression.
  
 
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                      | 9/1/2013 8:17:48 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | Thanks Cup....It came from the heart I guess you could tell.. 
 
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                      | 9/1/2013 8:23:13 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | cupocheer 
  Assumption, IL
 66, joined May. 2010
 
 
 | I could tell, Jeff ........ it just flowed like honey across the page  
 
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                      | 9/5/2013 8:13:18 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | cupocheer 
  Assumption, IL
 66, joined May. 2010
 
 
 | Oh my! Oh me! How can it be
 A frog flying into a tree?
 
 IF frogs could flee
 A spending spree
 Would that frog pay a fee?
  
 
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                      | 9/7/2013 12:03:17 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | There was the cat slopping its milk all day, Fat cat, red tongue, green mind, white milk
 And September the most peaceful month.
 
 To be, in the threads, in the peacefullest time,
 Without that monument of cat,
 The cat forgotten in the moon...
 
 And to feel that the light is a rabbit-light,
 In which everything is meant for you
 And nothing need be explained...
 
 Then there is nothing to think of. It comes of itself,
 And east rushes west and west rushes down,
 No matter,
 The threads are full...
 
 
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                      | 9/7/2013 9:59:41 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
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                      | 9/7/2013 7:36:52 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | The first lights of dawn come shyly in, 
 Through the window, to my sky,
 
 I watch wide eyed and with bated breath,
 
 As she beckons me with her balmy fest,
 
 Sensuously teasing, my sleep worn eyes
 
 Tickling my senses with a touch so light
 
 I feel the thrilling glow under my skin
 
 I spring back to life, from within.
 
 A golden tinge or silver grey,
 
 Now, a fiery orange bright,
 
 Yellow rays are seeping through,
 
 Liquid gold or love’s own hue,
 
 Pink or is it flesh tint?
 
 I just can’t make up my mind,
 
 Such colors in my palette, I can never find.
 
 
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                      | 9/7/2013 7:40:56 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | continued............ 
 I now await the even scene,
 
 The ruddy skyscape and palms so green,
 
 The yellow ball of flaming fire,
 
 Extinguished by it's own desire.
 
 The pompous floating of the pearly queen,
 
 Upon the carpet of velvety sheen,
 
 I linger on in reverent awe
 
 To drink deeply of beauty’s charm,
 
 I pray that rain clouds will not hide
 
 Your regal beauty and pompous pride,
 
 I rest in hope that each day will bring,
 
 My share of the bliss, your beauty holds
 
 At dawn and dusk and every moment gay,
 
 You hold me captive in your sway!
 
 
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                      | 9/7/2013 7:49:01 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | And finally....... 
 
 A surge of warmth comes to my face,
 
 Like a woman held in warm embrace,
 
 Lost in the splendorous rose tinted haze,
 
 Molten lava or flaming copper river,
 
 Scalding my memory, imprinting forever,
 
 Pleasurable moments that send down shivers,
 
 Spellbound by her beauty and her splendor!
 
 
 The leaves quiver gently and scarcely shake
 
 The enchanted, from her dream like state,
 
 The birds now sing their joyful note,
 
 The squirrels scramble and chatter about,
 
 The green bee eater and Koels loud,
 
 Calling out to their mates so proud,
 
 The eloquent silence of dawn now ends,
 
 And now my life will begin again!!!
 
 
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                      | 9/7/2013 8:03:06 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      |  findingalicia
 
  Lexington, KY
 64, joined May. 2011
 
 
 | I hope you save all your writing Jeff...very nice. Beautiful.
  
 
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                      | 9/7/2013 9:53:53 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | Thank You both......   
 
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                      | 9/8/2013 9:44:41 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | 
 
 
 The reason I love you is
 That I could be just one
 Small moment in many
 Of time we shared
 
 
 
  
 
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                      | 9/8/2013 11:05:51 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      |  findingalicia
 
  Lexington, KY
 64, joined May. 2011
 
 
 | Poetry of Beautiful Music.. Escape to distant dreams
 Where all is right with the world
 For just a moment it seems...
  
 
 
 
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                      | 9/9/2013 8:06:18 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | Would you give three hoots or a holler If bagels were made any smaller
 Blueberries and cream cheese
 No more, if you please
 Would life then be filled with squalor
 
 
 
 
 
  Oh... woe is me  
 
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                      | 9/11/2013 11:44:51 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
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                      | 9/12/2013 2:48:57 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | cupocheer 
  Assumption, IL
 66, joined May. 2010
 
 
 | I had a pain in my pate While starring up toward heaven's gate
 I saw the comets whizzing by
 Wondering why men weren't born to fly.
  
 
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