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Profuse Light Underground

we slept under the cover of the trees
those old ones with leaves spanning a hill
we were so tired from a great escape of the crowd
we slept like we were dead with all the fears
we did not remember dreams
we were not allowed to cook
we had to transfer to another place after we woke up
we trek the mountainside again
leaving the profusions of light from the morning sun
seeping the leaves of the old trees
filtering what the underground bush does not really need
we had the life of the vagabonds
inside the heart of the rebellious
there was always no permanent place to stay
for life is but a journey and every scene is temporary

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Don't be a tree!

Not a planted tree to stay at a place,
Spreading the roots in underground space,
Looking for the sun to beg for the light,
Photosynthesis, reproduce and rot.

When the wind blows, to shake our heads,
We are not the trees that have no leads,
During the storm, to get uprooted and fall,
We are the trees that are too rigid, not flexible.

For the fallen leaves, the trees never cry,
For the fallen human, we have to voice and try,
We are the human, the rulers of the earth,
Not the trees of the soil that has no mirth.

Let us not lick the feet of anyone for our survival,
Let us not get tickled with someone's failure,
Let us not be the fools to get hoodwinked and cheated,
Let us be the survivors conquering the thoughts.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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A Journey Back To Ourselves

as i stare at the
rain
i remember
trees

transparent and
cold

trees without
leaves

i imagine
twigs

or roots or
trunks

they are never
there

no matter how
trees are tears

without leaves
without roots

with so much
salt in each

and then you
touch the waves

of the imaginary
sea and then

your journey back
to you begins

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Among the Trees

I wonder lost among the trees
Looking for the one my heart calls for

I wonder lost among the trees
I see your light amongst the dark

I wonder lost among the trees
Your light is brighter then the rest

I wonder lost among the trees
Your light is out of my reach

I wonder lost among the trees
Your light comes closer

I wonder lost among the trees
Your light is bright like an angel from the sky

I wonder lost among the trees
Your light fades away and leaves me alone

I wonder lost among the trees
Without a hand to guide the way

I wonder lost among the trees
Looking for my guiding light

I wonder lost among the trees
I wonder lost, alone

I wonder afraid of the world
Around me I look for the one

I wonder lost among the trees
I wonder lost and alone forever...................................

poem by kelly Martini
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The Philosophy Of This Journey.....

one leaves............takes a journey..............far...........farther away........

alone,

not stopping, longing, looking for more, but not really definite on what to look for,
it searches, passes by every town, takes the road, sees a row of trees,
a line of coasts,
it rains, there is flood in the river, you do not stop.........leaves again,
it shines in one place
sun is good,
clouds are as beautiful as one notices from time to time
by the window
of the bus, of the plane.......

one leaves, takes another journey, one knows what he is searching,
a glimpse, but not really definite still

along this journey
life becomes what it really is,

it is a passing wind that blows your hair
but none is taken away from you

not even a lock of hair, not even the scent in your skin.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Steal My Heart Away

(Van Morrison)
I can hear the sound of violins
I can hear the piper play
And every time the song begins
You just steal my heart away
The journey's longer than
I thought my love
There's lots of things
Get in the way
But every time I think of you
You just steal my heart away
Just like a morning
In May like this
See the heather on the hill
There's a place way up
The mountainside
Where the world
Keeps standing still
Just like the sunshine after rain
I'll come
To be with you will save the day
'Cos I know
When I'm with you again
You just steal my heart away
Just like a morning
In May like this
We see the heather on the hill
There's a place up on
The mountainside
Where the world is
Standing still
Just like the sunshine after rain I'll come
To be with you will save the day 'cos I know
When I'm with you again
You just steal my heart away
'Cos I know
When I m with you again
You just steal my heart away
'Cos I know
When I'm with you again
You just steal my heart away
'Cos I know
When I'm with you again
You just steal my heart away

song performed by by Van Morrison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Lament Of The Winds

We in sorrow coldly witting,
In the bleak world sitting, sitting,
By the forest, near the mould,
Heard the summer calling, calling,
Through the dead leaves falling, falling,
That her life grew faint and old.

And we took her up, and bore her,
With the leaves that moaned before her,
To the holy forest bowers,
Where the trees were dense and serried,
And her corpse we buried, buried,
In the graveyard of the flowers.

Now the leaves, as death grows vaster,
Yellowing deeper, dropping faster,
All the grave wherein she lies
With their bodies cover, cover,
With their hearts that love her, love her,
For they live not when she dies:

And we left her so, but stay not
Of our tears, and yet we may not,
Though they coldly thickly fall,
Give the dead leaves any, any,
For they lie so many, many,
That we cannot weep for all.

poem by Archibald Lampman
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Winter With a Question

The aging trees will creak and groan
To find themselves ringed by frost in sleep
And snow by the wind already blown
Cast upon snow already deep.

The cold is echoed only by silence all,
And the leaves of Autumn entombed in white
At the place where leaves fall
And passing time, vanish from sight.

Who is it that judges these—
Sends leaves beneath the snow
And trees to shiver alongside trees? —
And where do they go?

poem by Ronny Self
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The Haunted Haven

Beyond the woods
The branching oak and canopy of leaves still abide
The bench is there
The leaves still fall
The cree still flows beneath the trees
The difference is
The oak is baren
The shiny bench is covered in moss
The leaves now lie beneath my feet
The place now lacks the presence of life
Though our laughter still echoes
Haunting the place of our childhood haven

poem by Humna Hamid
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One summer when the wind was strong

This is the place, now we are here again

I remember that summer when the wind was strong
And everything around us was dry,

The acacia trees towered and showered us with
Round leaves falling and falling and falling

Some birds were there and they flew away
Some cars were there and they speeded away

It was getting dark and it was a dry summer
We stayed there for a while when the leaves fell

Then we went under the trees not seeking shelter
But to catch those leaves falling and falling and falling

We are trying to feel again what falling was
We are here on this summer, we see the leaves

Falling and falling again to the dry wind,
We try to recall about us, but there is simply

Nothing about us anymore, but just the same
The leaves fall and fall and fall, we see them reenacting

There is that meaning; there it is in the falling
But we have outgrown it, we look for more, we hope

We can find some more, something beyond us.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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New For Old

Bud blisters into life
Stretching for the light
Unfolding radiant green
Upturned palm to the sun
Life seeping in, breathing out
Green, Green so Green
Resurrected hope, so Green
Summer breeze stroking
Branches ebb and flow
Leaves so Green strong now
Fear not wind of change
Mellow summer turns
Green, green, green-yellow
Yellow area of dieing heart
Green lingers no more
Limp transparent yellow
Barely a breeze takes one
Fierce Hyde-like wind now
Cracking and ripping
Wind torn leaves fall
Life chords snapped
Death too early, still Green
Nourishment broken not ended
Seasons build up to tear down
To build up, to tear down
Leaves fall, Green leaves fall
And then some more
Until leaves are falling, falling
Trees and branches revealed
In the x-ray of autumn blast
Winter is coming
Winter is coming
Yellow pale yellow carpet
Beneath the naked tree
Yellow, mulchy brown
Once crisp leaves scatter
Green, yellow, transparent veins
Tired, half dead, leaves lose their grip
Join the autumn rain soaked mound
Providing new life to the roots
Old for new, New for Old
Seeds buried in death
Bring new life in Spring
In the end is the beginning.

poem by Adrian Wait
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When leaves fall in autumn

When leaves fall in autumn, lying all over the place
with the smell of decline penetrating,
in colours of yellow, brown and gold
nature is caught in a circle

in which life and death is present,
the dead leaves becomes the fertilizer
for new life sprouting from seeds
when the earth again brings forth life

and continuously this cycle proceeds
until trees are full of flowers, later full of fruit.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Heathaze

No cloud, a sleepy calm,
Sunbaked earth thats cooled by gentle breeze,
And trees with rustling leaves,
Only endless days without a care,
Nothing must be done.
Silent as a day can be,
Far-off sounds of others on their chosen run
As they do all those things they feel give life some meaning,
Even if theyre dull.
Its time to stop this dreaming, must rejoin the real world
As revealed by orange lights and a smoky atmosphere.
The trees and I are shaken by the same wind but whereas
The trees will lose their withered leaves,
I just cant seem to let them loose.
And they cant refresh me those hot winds of the south.
Oh I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place.
Now the light is fading fast,
Chances slip away, a time will come to pass
When therell be none,
Then addicted to a perfumed poison,
Betrayed by its aftertaste,
Oh we shall lose the wonder and find nothing in return.
Many are the substitutes but theyre powerless on their own.
Beware the fisherman whos casting out his line
Into a dried up river bed,
But dont try to tell him cos he wont believe you.
Throw some bread to the ducks instead, its easier that way.
I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place.
The trees and I are shaken by the same wind but whereas
The trees will lose their withered leaves,
I just cant seem to let them loose.
And they cant refresh me those hot winds of the south.
I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place.

song performed by by Genesis
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sonnet: Grow Trees

The branches cut the wind fierce to a breeze;
The leaves break sunlight into chequered beams;
The shade of trees affords all travelers peace;
The wearied ones sleep ’neath the trees in dreams!

And birds too build their nests on branches high;
The squirrels eat their berries with great joy;
The trees make verdant all landscape near-by;
And attract rain in which children enjoy!

Trees make the earth greener and beautiful,
Adding oxygen to the air we breathe;
Preserve its trees, man! Nature is grateful;
The leaves and flowers can make us a wreath.

Trees are so useful to mankind always;
’midst good trees, men have spent their earthly days!

7-14-2002

poem by John Celes
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0018 Man Raking Leaves (re Jim Morrison lyric)

The sound of wooden rake scratching concrete.
walk nearer - rustle of dry leaves.

This, the beginning of a Japanese haiku
or maybe a Japanese film -
dry sound first, then rake, then leaves, then man -
that evokes autumn
too near the heart
to need a title

the sound stops. silence. man leans on rake.
then match strikes, there's almost yes an echo
from the dry leaves not yet fallen from the trees
in the forest all around.

then the first tickle in the nostrils
of burning leaves which
the two-year old scrunching through the trees
hand in hand with older sister
will remember all his life
like the silence between
two lines of a haiku or
the silence of the moment when the seasons turn.

and who can say
what the golden-orange-yellow-brown trees
slowly stripping in a rustle as of silken nightgown
to the tune of, more a whisper than a breeze -
what the trees feel
as the incense of their, their, burning leaves
steals like a last caress
for each such faithful
lover?

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Welcome Stranger To Another World

it is almost dark when i arrive
at this place,
beside the cemented road
a garden of wilting flowers
petals are filled with dust
the trees along the way
towards a bungalow
are shedding off leaves,
sonorous, the place is getting
strange to me with its own
kind of quiet
the door of the house is half open
the swing on the side is not moving
the air is strong
and leaves begin to be flown away
i enter the door
dusting my shoes on the carpet
scarlet in hues
light is filtered by dark green curtains
i remain standing
and you are there waiting
for this final talk
it is strange for i feel
that i do not belong to this place
anymore
i am taking away all my stories
and a book of poems
there is only one thing
i like to say to you
we make an agreement
there will be no more elaborations
no justifications for our past actions
nothing hurting or unkind
we are tired of the pain

i am leaving.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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This Pain Inside Of Me

Looking inside myself
Trying to find out who I really am
But its hard to see
All the pain is tangled up in me
With my broken heart torn into pieces

Feels like I will never know who I am
Tired from the inside out
Ready to give it up
For some reason I can't give up

Something keeps holding me back
Feels like this pain has taken over me
Hurting me all over
Wishing I could escape
Maybe I could finally get away from all my fears that haunts me

Wish that I didn't have to face myself
Cause I'm tired of the mirror
Tired of seeing all the pain and lies that hides underneath
Ready to be set free

But is that possible
Will I ever escape all of this
This pain inside of me
Will I ever have a whole heart
I'm tired of it all

Tired of being broken and in pain
Wish that I could start life all over
Then I would know how to fix all my mistakes
Maybe then I wouldn't be living life this way

Pain, Pain go away
Go away and never come back
Find someone else's soul to feed on
Someone who's life is going great
But pain only hits the ones who has it worse

June 8,2008

poem by Espn Chick
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Once Upon An Autumn Day

Once Upon an autumn day,
Colorful leaves began to fade
In the midst of a chilly, frosty air
As multitude of trees grew steadily bare.

Once upon an autumn day,
The whispering breeze was here to stay
Moving aimlessly through the countless trees
Scattering leaves with the greatest of ease.

Once upon an autumn day,
The leaves whirled freely in every way,
Until at last they came to rest
Finding a haven in which to nest.

Once upon an autumn day,
The trees were dormant, and the leaves lay
Waiting for the winter snow to fall
To quickly obscure them one and all.

poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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Medea and I were in love

I woke up and the world
was just the same
The trees are green
but the trees were always green

I had slept for a length of time
and the sky remained
and the stars
but they were always there

In mind I had an idea
A super crime
I dreamt about Medea
I dreamt about the time
Medea and I were in love
If I were able to alter time

If I woke up the world
would it be the same
With the trees green
but the trees were always green

linz©2003

Silent train journey through my mind
Of all places to go

Secretive passenger what is it that you hide
That at a crossing matters so

Like a whistle in the distance
An attraction to a child

I hear the excitement in the voices
But there is a man waving a red flag at the mouth of the tunnel

Silent train I will not let you into the darkness
I will not let go

Go back out again to the world
where this line stops and the rest of the world begins

poem by Lindsay Crosby
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A Greatest Instrument Of Sun!

Sun gives light and life to the world for the survival of all;
Powered by Sun leaves grew to be Trees to save all beings!
Sun gives energy to everything through Trees in the world;
Without Trees there is no shadow or shelter for all creatures!

Leaves, fruits and flowers of Trees give food and energy to all!
Sun gives energy directly to plants to supply energy as food
For all living beings to maintain ecological balance in the world;
So, cultivation, preservation and maintenance of Trees save world!

Deforestation and exploitation of natural resources endanger world!
Pollution by industrialization and mechanization shorten the life span
Sooner or later of Mother Earth that survives and sustains all beings
And gives warnings by droughts, storms and floods now and then!

Sun is not only the giver of life and light but also destroyer of all,
If the greatest instrument of Sun, the Tree is meddled with by man!

poem by Ramesh T A
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In Fullmoon...

In full moon night,
the moon walked
with me with his light.
There was cool breeze,
his light touched
the heads of trees--
and the green darkness,
spread its sheet
over the leas' face.
The moon sat under
a leafy tree....
looking at me with wonder
He told how he does fade,
and the dust, smoke, fog,
cover him with shade!
He wept, and I heard,
until, he slept and woke
listening to the call of bird!

poem by Nilakshi Das
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