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Poor Tree [inspired by Janet Marie - an add-along poem]
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Poor Tree [inspired by Janet Marie - an add-along poem] |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
Poor Tree [inspired by Janet Marie] perhaps the poet has a tree shedding thoughts as well as leaves rooting deep untold wealth the many limbs reaching up filling skies exuding health willing lives to go on reaching for the sun at dawn counting stars a diadem in its hair perhaps the poet has a tree where invited sits Janet Marie Martie swings from limb to limb a Balladeer shines his grin Nan is there, as is deVine and Ron? He’s shaping it all the time Walt comes too, Enchantress smiles, SEA she waves at Noah’s wiles, then poets flock to see this tree where shade is cast by Midnightsun and Hope sees Marge has just begun to light the fire for Logan’s tale, and Marsha kneels as Sven casts veils across the sky in everweave ah yes poor tree writes leaves… ~*~ I invite you all to continue this bit of poor tree writing by adding those poets who you see sitting under the tree... |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
I see Kit sitting in the tree, A robin in her lap And old LongJohn is there because We know all trees have sap. Larry C is budding.. He is still a little sprout And Christopher provides the bark The tree can't do without! |
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strbbux Member Elite
since 2001-12-19
Posts 3859 |
Then sunshine comes along To shine her light so bright And Barry writes of love That lingers in the night And Suetang she is here Just singing over all And Newell, well He is standing guard Watching that none will fall. Floria "Alas for those that never sing, But die with all their music in them" (Oliver Wendell Holmes) [This message has been edited by strbbux (03-16-2002 06:29 PM).] |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
Mysteria is frolicking, Among the leaves at night, And all the while Serenity, And Auguste shine their light.  There's Acire, Dawn and sweet Denise, All swaying in the breeze, While Seymour, Liz and Suthern Sit back quietly at ease. |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
and Startime lights the night as a brilliant star above Enjoyed this. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Oh Nightshade's sitting on yon hill, Of course with her umbrella... No rain in sight..no not a drop, She's hiding with her fella!  [This message has been edited by Enchantress (03-16-2002 06:37 PM).] |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
I see about a poet tree The outstretched words of Miss Doreen and 'neath the boughs, Mysteria Holds Willow and Wisteria From out his chambers roses grown Romantic courtyards Tim has sown And watching every butterfly Our fantasizing sweet guy, Sy High on a limb a hoot_owl sees Liz Santos grand resplendencies Denise basks in the bounds of leaves And Masked Intruder's there to tease There's Not a Poet to be found Not anywhere but swinging round The poet tree of Passions' fame So come all, play this poets' game... |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I brought a picnic lunch for all to eat beneath the poetry tree Some sandwiches and snacks ... and of course .... Raspberry tea I sent out invitations to all poets all those missing ... old and new I asked them to join us again ... return to the pages of blue Meet us in poetic Eden underneath the inspiration tree We will write in rhyme and verse and set our moody muses free thank you Lady *L* |
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Tracey Member Elite
since 2001-08-29
Posts 2808where insanity meets breeding |
Catalinamoon is sitting under tree’s soft shade As duncan joins the picnic that the poets here have made A picnic made of poetry found in the pages blue Attested by the joys of friendships that are made so true If she who dies with the most toys wins, then can I have some toy boys please? |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
Cpat Hair is kissing his Iambe in the moonlight Maureen is having nakedthoughts fanned by the breeze of love genXer is sleeping beneath a catalinamoon [This message has been edited by Victoria (03-17-2002 11:45 AM).] |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
My sweet Gwenevere, my love Joanna, blossoms like a RosePetal Where the Midnitesun scatters the aurora borealis And the Irish Rose glistens with Enchantress Weaving natures beauty with Saunni and Regina Wood that we all can't resist  YAY!!! Ooohhhhhhh...this is so much fun, sweet friend, I love this, we all love you so much! I can't wait to see what this becomes in the end! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet friend, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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Skyfire
since 2000-12-27
Posts 3381Riding |
Marshalzu hides behind a limb, hoping he won't be seen. But rubberband, as yet unknown, knows he's there, and she knows his writing's keen. I am a rabid horse. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Underneath the willow boughs, rwood, is writing a sonnet. Janet Marie is peeking over her can't wait to comment on it. In the distance I hear opera, is that RSWells I hear sing? Now his poetry is awesome but... when he sings, he is the king! WayOut Walt is up in the tree, swinging from a vine. Something tells me that he's had way too much of the wine! I thought I heard a wave inland, well that just couldn't be, Of course that's the explanation, It was our sweetie, Sea. Vicky's in the circle telling the girls a joke, must have been a dirty one, I saw Nan give her a poke! Baladeer has the girls crying telling a sad tale of his old Dad, The lines he uses to get the girls, is really pretty sad! Christoper has a pea-shooter, he's up to no good once more, then he hides behind a tree you can hear his laughter roar. Kamla brought her Koala bear, so cute, cuddly and fat, Oh watch out, there is Long John, He may think it's a cat! later poetgators.... |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I think a poet is a bit like a tree, with branches reaching out in verse. They give mankind something to believe in, hope, faith, and love, it could be worse? |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
and doreen Peri writes her lines in the bright of Karilea's Sunshine with pearls of wisdom from Larry C and words of love from Karen and Barry while Marsha with her words of pink embodies British poetrythink this is fun...thanks Lady in White  copyright2002 Lyra Nesius |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I spy Professor Gloom, apron on and ready to bake. His second love is to cook, and he has promised us a cake! Martie has set the picnic table, with pretty flowers from her store, She brightens up the darkest day, Now could we ask for anything more? Oh, there's Noah and Joanna, holding hands, and stealing a kiss, Was there ever a cuter picture, than two under a poetic tree of bliss? Soleil Noir, has made her entrance, arm in arm with Seymor Tabin goodness it is so quiet now you could hear the drop of a pin! Later poetgators |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
Enchantress wraps the nights in Skyfire Caco takes up a Mike or two Brad he grabbed up Erin to join us in this Marshalzu... BSC and Parker sitting quietly while Cpat Hair joins Rainbowgirl and RMW writes of the SEA Magnus brings Alwye to find the good Severn Brian comes with Sunnyone and Charisma Spices a suthern song a goodly number of poets sit beneath our own poor tree writing for the likes of you and for the love of we... [This message has been edited by Lady In White (03-18-2002 04:05 PM).] |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Sweet breezes blow from yon hill Down over the picket gates Flowers bloom in springtime hues In honor of Wilfred Yeats WhtDove flutters around the glen With spirit and bravado Sneaking around behind the bush Is that wily Desperado Smiling from the strawberry patch Held out by a sweet Temptress Tossing the sweetened fruit To a laughing Saxoness |
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