THE SEED OF THE BURNING TREE Poem by Summer Breeze

The Seed of the Burning Tree

The Seed of the Burning Tree

THE SEED OF THE BURNING TREE

i stand knee deep in burning coals
waist high in bombs bursting light
eyes filled with poisonous gas
ears to the crackling wind

i kneel deep in daisy filled garden
soft breeze caressing my face
tear drops coursing the river
bird song in my ear

i lie on the ground hugging
holding least i fall further
than i can remember being
down in the deep deep well

i turn to face my Maker
i cry, “o Maker face me!”
give me just one reason,
or take this cup.”

the crackling wind is silent
the air is sweet & pure
i see a tree in the garden
it burns but does not die

“My child, & you are my child
My love, and you are my love
You are the seed of the burning
Tree, and you and I are one.”

Originally published at Artvilla.com on Feb 1, 2005 @ 17:02

In the Shallows Poem by Summer Breeze

Summer solace painting

Summer solace painting

In the shallows
by Summer Breeze

In the shallows of our past
remembered shadows
heart broken clean
of entanglements and fairy tales
Camelot was not
akin to our dreams of real
still
in our frenzied recreation
needed now it is a good time
to rampart the battlements
of fear and greed
the poet dreams
dips a pen in the deep well
informs the other
“You are loved”

First Published at Artvilla.com on Nov 30, 2004 @ 15:05 CST

When next i am to sleep again poem by Edy Benjamin

when    next i am to sleep again
will    you be there with sheepish grin
i    will not brush nor turn away
see    you not in yesterday
again    we make the figure 8

bells    go tingling in the night
books    unwritten taking flight
candles    dim but light is longer

midnight    come and we will go now
dawn
noon
dusk

the nightmare came strongly to a him repulsive kiss
before he half collapsed
his arm over her shoulder her arm around his waist
she would find him a hospital bed medical help
white nurse offensive
fat lady without compassion (expected)
phones had secret codes
who were patients non discernibile
over an hour she supported him
walking thru a maze of hallways
once she woke and remembered
all her nightmares took place in hospitals
falling back asleep she was there
still seeking hospital bed and help
“ok” her self said, “wake up”

coffeed and tobaccoed

the hopes and fears thru all the years
rest in autumn peace
the struggle with no resolution
put to rest
in it’s own halls of circularity
as piano man ‘splained
“too much mercy is wasteful,
too lightening bolt heavy is non justice.”

and Jesus said to Moses,
“What the crap happened
to Abraham’s children?”

justice lives not only in the now
sometimes it’s waiting in some halfway house
between the blood-letting and the peace
found
only with justice

what will reflect the blood on distant hands
that fashioned the knife
that foresaw the bomb
that Jack and Jill built?
that support the men
who light the fires
that scream the women
that scars the child.
does he hang down his head
Tom Dooley
or does he just look away
and dulled his senses
to no sense.

Is their hope Hooey?
Ah, Louie,
paint them a picture
from May to December
of eleven year old children or so
then when they remember if they remember they’ll
follow
follow
follow
(you know)
their heart.

Early Artvilla

I have decide to talk more, to run my mouth as if I haven’t already. I have decided that most of you are at work and have no Facebook or Youtube and you are just bored enough to read me. Thanks to all employers for giving Artvilla a boost.

I find myself missing the html pages. To many of you those are just letters. So you’ll know the difference here is The Rower by Seymour Shubin, a great poem.  As you can see, the old html format was downright beeeeuuutiful.
Why change?

The new format is WordPress and PHP…..an automatic way to make standardized web pages with sidebars on every page. Quite honestly it took a lot of time to do it the old way and there are no sidebars and more button clicking for the user. All the new features of the new way are wonderful but technology always leaves something behind. All day today I will add suggestions for our thousands of pages from 1998 through 2011.

Here is our most visited page from 1998 until today. It is a place all it’s own and does not need referral. It gets it’s traffic from search engines. It was published in 1998. It is a phrase people ask for every day, a see you poem, an every time I see you poem, a combination of words that clicked in many arrangement of some of those word, our Every time I see you poem

Early poems include early poets who I wish would return like Marilyn McIntyre, poets who dont’t know how good they are like Joan Pond and wonderfully productive and creative writers like Janet Kuypers. Great poets I can’t seem to squeeze poems out of,  like Andy Derryberry.

Artvilla’s associations with her sister site Motherbird.com has brought associations with poets like Ken Peters, Daisy Sidewinder, and Dandelion De La Rue and Summer Breeze and many others.

The earliest poems were without much decoration, like The Squirrel…………Wayne Jackson…Thousand and thousands of children have asked for a squirrel poem over the years. I’ve always said that I keep this site up for my brother’s squirrel poem and it’s true.  The same story is true of my cloud poem. The squirel and cloud poems have waxed and waned in Google for many years but have been staples for children since 1998. Other people became rich on this net and I gave the kids a squirrel poem and a cloud poem. At least they are good ones.

Be Happy Don’t Worry Poem by Edy Lou Benjamin

Be Happy Don’t Worry

of course hell is on earth and no where else
see all the fires of hate burning brightly
is was
a spring of hope and seeding
it was
a summer of promise and hoeing
almost autumn
but not quite
these seven last days of summer
quite outrageous in human time
bottled-up anger is bound to burst
what doesn’t kill makes us strong
what is out of our control
is out of our control
there is also a time
to be the observer
the chronicler
the counter of tears
falling
falling
till
the last tear drop falls

Jasmine Poem by Edy Lou Benjamin

JASMINE

to be the bird
in a cage
next to my caged friend
has indeed been remarkable…love
my friend
who gave to me a prescious tear
who gave to me
the owl, pussy cat,
three white feathers
and a rainbow
it was the right turn thru the maze
that brought us from the hill to the valley below
it was the will
of going on that lasted thru the night
birthing a sky of blushing dawn
that gathered rainbows in cotton clouds
we
filled the moon with feathers in the passing
and dreamed
the most perfect dream
we could think of…
the jasmine
fragrant in this predawn air
fills these cages of weird design
time
well spent let’s smoke to that
and all the humor we have shared
and love no longer feared
salude!

– Vera Jackson a.k.a Edy Lou Benjamin

No War Has Ever Been Won by Summer Breeze

No War Has Ever Been Won

the south still fights the civil war
the Native Americans theirs
behind an Asian smile is Hiroshima
leaders may surrender and obey
people never forget
nor accept
defeat
carrying bigger and bigger sticks
created billions of splinters
mighty motes
splintering the children
billions of lives sacrificed
no war has ever been won

Summer Breeze is the publisher and editor of Moongate Internationale at Motherbird.com

Aftertaste Poem by Summer Breeze

after taste
cold coffee in nicotine stomach
tasting like an overdose
smelling like dirty ashtrays
nasty thoughts spoken into bubbles
electronic drawing to their source
truth in lending spending polluting now
holy cow disease
golden calf
white elephant
white buffalo
tom tom tom
heart chakra open
truth burns
truth heals
truth plus justice equals peace
– Summer Breeze

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