The Carver
Only stone, tree and human
That could still beautiful and strong
Even they once have been crushed down
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Marula tree trunk
Strong winds blow against the Marula tree trunk,
They come with miscellaneous objects,
Light and heavy,
And use them to break the Marula tree trunk,
But nothing happens to the Marula tree trunk,
Light and heavy rains come,
The Marula tree smiles,
For the plentiful rain water will make
It stronger and taller,
Animals come and sleep under and on top
Of the Marula tree,
Lean and rub their itching bodies
Against the Marula tree trunk,
Relieve themselves against it,
But nothing happens to the Marula tree trunk,
The human race use the Marula tree for shade
Against the merciless summer heat of the Limpopo sun,
And eat or make beer with Marula,
But, alas! One vicious human being returned,
And chopped it,
Off goes the faithless Marula tree trunk,
To be scorched by the everlasting home burning fires.
poem by Niki Nicholas Nkuna
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Story Of An Oak Tree
I walked through the park and saw a young oak tree growing,
Growing beside an old bark hit by lightning.
I asked the young tree how he wished to be,
He shook his leaves and sung to me:
Im a strong oak tree like my father used to be,
Though deep in my heart, the memorys still there.
The sky is clearer now and the wind is fair,
The world is beautiful and I like it out here.
When I hear thunder, I think of my father,
He taughtme about life, that was when I was five.
Its true that some days are more than grey,
But we learn to get by day by day.
Im a strong oak tree like my father used to be,
Though deep in my heart, the memorys still there.
The sky is clearer now and the wind is fair,
The world is beautiful and I like it out here.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Story Of An Oak Tree
I walked through the park and saw a young oak tree growing,
Growing beside an old bark hit by lightning.
I asked the young tree how he wished to be,
He shook his leaves and sung to me:
Im a strong oak tree like my father used to be,
Though deep in my heart, the memorys still there.
The sky is clearer now and the wind is fair,
The world is beautiful and I like it out here.
When I hear thunder, I think of my father,
He taughtme about life, that was when I was five.
Its true that some days are more than grey,
But we learn to get by day by day.
Im a strong oak tree like my father used to be,
Though deep in my heart, the memorys still there.
The sky is clearer now and the wind is fair,
The world is beautiful and I like it out here.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Tree of Ashes
The Tree Of Ashes
'You should have died at birth'
That's what his mother said
Had he died at birth
Maybe, many would be ahead
Soon, She's the one who's leaving
Going on her way
She will be the one who will be judged
On that her judgement day
He was the blame for all their ills
Although he knows not why
Maybe they all were right
And should have taken the time to die
He didn't die, he's still he's still here
What should we do with him?
Find a stone to cast at him
You who are all without sin
There are two who squabble over things
Not theirs and never were
And two who could care less
For Frankincense and Myrrh
When she's gone, she'll be the last
Of that tree with broken branches
Spread over the earth, is this tree
The tree that's turned to ashes
A tree that could have been so strong
Instead of mean and ugly sorrow
This tree of life that will be gone
As quickly as tomorrow
Jim 2008
poem by James Casey
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The Tree's Will
Planted firmly, and sprouting seemingly too fast,
The result was strong and beautiful.
Roots growing through the soil and getting stronger each day
The tree grew taller than all.
Standing tall through the wind and the rain
The storms and the droughts, beholding strength with pain.
One day a storm came, and through the wind, through the rain
The tree fought and came through with scars.
Feeling beyond repair, the tree stood there, looking for the sun in a black abyss.
Remaining strong, hope lingered on, as the tree held to the earth.
Limbs snapped, leaves flew, and gashes were left in it's skin.
But still, the tree's will grew.
poem by Carli Gibson
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Who saved Me?
I had a strong presentiment
I would meet with an accident.
If I drove home my usual way
and that my life would end this day.
A flash of foresight granted me?
or merely serendipity.
I do not know but I was sure
I had to take the long detour.
I saw the scene so vividly
A car crushed beneath a fallen tree.
I am not superstitious
but this warning was obvious.
I pulled into the first lay by.
I did not stop to wonder why
I was convinced that it was right
to take a different route that night.
I drove along the way I’d come
and took the scenic route back home.
My wife was in a worried state
when I arrived home safe but late.
She’s heard the news on the T.V.,
a car crushed by a fallen tree
About the time I should have been
driving near that fatal scene.
I had been granted a reprieve
by kindly fate we both believe.
That flash of foresight saved my life
and brought me safe home to my wife.
I can’t explain it, do not try
although sometimes I wonder why
I did not die beneath that tree
as I was meant to: Who saved me.
20-Dec-07
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Oh unchanging tree
Such a beautiful thing Is a tree.
In summer, in winter, in spring, in fall
the beauty of a tree, doesn't change at all
The leaves fall to the ground
all the richest beautiful color
can be found
The snow falls
but it doesn't hurt the tree,
it just lays on it's branches
like frosting on a cake
Then it gets warm, the snow melts.
Say goodbye to to winter, say hello to sping.
New life is such a beautiful thing
But so is the tree, the beautiful mighty tree.
That stands alone as the seasons pass
as when you were old or just a lass.
A tree must have a heart, because when it falls to the ground.
No Joy can be found..
So when you see a tree say hello, they can get lonely you know.
Tell them a story, tell them a poem, they will listen.
This I know
poem by Summer Song
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Crack Down
In the chiaroscuro
Raven fatefully stepped, heard a cracking-
Having crushed a human being
like a snail crossing a sidewalk
and for one fleeting eternal incarnation
became bone, crushed shell,
a formless mass.
A Commentary
while, it, is true,
that i empathize with
what, you are now,
are there rough
storms inside
your mind?
are you a ship
without an anchor?
or an ant crushed
by a stone?
still breathing
the last
whatever,
there is a must still
to learn
this craft of survival
through
poetry as medium
of angst,
of internal wars
unseen
by any human
ordinary eye
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Forever, I am there
I, too was once a human being
Now, mearely a long stand statue
Two large gazing eyes of stone
Who forever waits for you.
I was not what I am to day
Rather I was something else
Your love made me so. A mere
Human being to a stone stained
Now, I live in stone and
You, in my heart. Thus
Call me from anywhere
Forever, I am there.
poem by Vizard Dhawan
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Total Contrast
It is total contrast
It is not ego blast
Neither it is for importance
Not gesture at once
It is just letting person to realize
Make hi to think positive and realize
Strong rebuff or retaliation is no answer
This logic may be understood by fewer
It is quality inbuilt
It is not hiding of weakness or guilt
It is quality of brave man
Making you feel like true human
It is demonstration of strong will
You have power even to fight or kill
What others may not see your greatness
But may be clearly seen on their face
It is noble act and needs to be forgotten
Nothing is taken away from you or stolen
It is resolve of strong mind
Such quality is rare and treasure to find
Human beings are selfish but not that difficult
They will bear grudge and remember insult
Yet your gesture will be highly appreciated
It will improve upon rather then make it vitiated
Even strongest rebellion can be crushed
Enemy can be killed or pushed
What might not be defeated?
His ill will and that should not be repeated
It is weapon of strong
It can’t make him go wrong
That may deter friends and enemies among
As they may know well that it is not sold for song
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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None So Beautiful
Well theres a cross on the hill where the ragweed has grown
Where a mothers young son sleeps all alone
All for the land that he dreamed he could save
Yeah, theres none so beautiful as the brave
Oh, theres a stone in the meadow with all the weight of the world
Where the flowers are watered by the brown eyes of a girl
She cries for the life that her one true love gave
Yeah, theres none so beautiful as the brave
None so beautiful as the boy who cries freedom
None so beautiful as the voice that carries far
None so strong as love beyond all reason that fears no evil
Undaunted by the dark or any wicked mans heart
Oh theres a cross on a hill where no steeple bells ring
A shrine with no name where little children sing to the rhythm that rocks us
From the cradle to the grave
Yeah, theres none so beautiful
Oh, theres none so beautiful
Oh, theres none so beautiful as the brave
Theres none so beautiful as the brave
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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A Stone Sits A Stone
Long oft towards
Where the sun light comes
Under the cover by an old cedar tree
Rest a stone upon a stone
There in a side of a hill
In wavering woods
Waters flow to the valley floor
How you sit
And tended your thoughts
Still, and motionless
Quiet enough to blend with the stone
Listen to the green woods
Beneath the freshing winds
Grows strong sorrow sleeps
Swarms of living life
And passion grows hungry
To the task of lovers lips
poem by Howard Johnson
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Not Finished
A perfect night
the stars are sparkling bright
staring into the sky,
the little house in the creek
sits nestled under the tall mossy tree
the house aged by nature...beautiful
as the rain starts to pour
the tall mossy tree protects the house and its front door
the mossy tree bears the weight of the sky
as the house is kept dry
more clouds swarm in recklessly
lightning cracks as it sets fire to the tall mossy tree
the tree stands strong....
but i doesn't know if it can last long
as the rain runs down the tree's trunk and roots
like tears
poem by Wandering Scarlet
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Still Human
Maybe I’m fierce and cold
Maybe I’m strong and powerful
Maybe I do something unforgivable
Maybe I act like I don’t have a heart
But I’m still human from many sides
Maybe I’m cynical to the world
Maybe I’m drowned in boredom
Maybe I live so much hypocrite lies
Maybe I want to end this existence
But I’m still human for many reasons
Maybe I’m worthless creature
Maybe I’m spoiled little rich child
Maybe I’m stubborn more than a stone
Maybe I’m an arrogant manipulative bastard
But I’m still human by many loves
Maybe I’m broken in thousand pieces
Maybe I rule my own world
Maybe I lost sense of sanity
Maybe I’m untouchable monster
But I’m still human in many parts
Maybe I don’t have any sweet memories
Maybe I never care anyone else
Maybe I wait something unreachable
Maybe I sacrifice all you ever know
But I’m still human till many moments
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Reaping What You Once Sowed...
many years ago
there was no closeness
that stone that i was
cannot remember
now, there is a tree
touching the sky
on cold mornings
it has an intimacy with
the sun
and you look at it with
admiration
you are the grass now
the bird in you has flown away
you want to be counted
as part of the element of the sky
it is too late
they have known much of you
and you fall short
of the greatness
that they now
possess
accept that life is like
a wheel
you are not part of the
hub
you are the beetle
crushed
and dead....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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First Robin of Spring
Today heard a beautiful
sound, it was up in a tree,
sitting on a branch so alone,
spring is near by.
As my first robin to
see is looking down
on me, so peacefully,
robins are a sure sign,
warm weather is on its way,
a new start, new beginning,
beautiful sounds coming
from this beautiful robin.
Winter so cold, so long,
snow almost all gone,
spring flowers just
a stone throw away.
Dear robin you bring such
joy and comfort to my
heart listening to you,
your welcome here anytime.
wrote 3-14-07
Most Beautiful Ones
Beautiful are those who beholds the key...
That looks beyond the outter appearence....
That understands the beauty in thee.
Beautiful are those who understands love...
That it isn't shallow and should never be rushed.
Beautiful are those who has patience....
For they are the ones that are strong...
And through rough times they make it.
Beautiful are those who obtain knowledge....
For their wisdom is genuine and solid.
Beautiful are those who respects life....
And for happiness they choose to fight.
But the most beautiful ones of them all....
Are the ones who love themselves,
And they find pleasure in loving others
For their heart is built strong
And love was grown into character.
poem by Brandi Cuff
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My Dream Regarding The Two Beautiful Birds
i
how do you get to
hit two beautiful birds
with a single
stone?
ii
or how to make these two
beautiful birds to get to stay
beside my window sill?
iii
how do i make these two beautiful birds
happier?
shall i make a bird house on a tree
beside my house
and give them grains every morning of the day?
iv
how do i make this dream about two beautiful birds
into a reality? they keep on chirping inside my mind
wanting to be given the realistic form of wings
like some eyebrows
wings flapping just above my eyes
the mountains my cheeks
my mind the skies
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Tree To Me
A Tree to Me
Once there was tree
It looks so strange to me
Wondering how it become a tree
A small sprout from a seed in my hand
Now, it's bigger than me.
Unfortunately, tree stood alone
Grows without heart and soul
No friend, no companion
But still stand strong
For you to help on
A tree is a friend to me
That set you free from calamity
From floods and erosion you are free
As you rest under the tree,
Think how lucky you are with a tree.
poem by Cristina Delos Santos
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