Plum Tree Poems - Poems about Plum Tree

...In the center of the city, There was a plum tree Whose flowers were in bloom; White and rose They attracted the attention Of whoever walked by; In the morning a girl, That was walking by the t......

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... Line of inquiry: “since thoughts speak in past tenses, drop mind, rely on senses, embracing and releasing, pain pangs and pleasure pleasing” by Unseeking Seeker I can see God’s hand in all a......

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... spring time morning sun feeding robin on plum tree~ silence of strollers ......

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..."When the old plum tree blooms, the entire world blooms" - Dogen with blossoms bursting my plum tree basks in sunlight . . . a song bird’s sw......

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...Jack Horner was an impish little boy, who lived on Cherry Orchard farm; That produced varieties of fruit. For a mellowing sun, kept groves warm. The Horners had always been a serious set-......

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...Edna Morris lived in the town of Shadow Fells, in rich green, hilly country, With doting parents and sister Violet, plucking fruit from their plum tree. Pretty Edna was twelve years old, ......

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...As I sit in sunbeam pearls, My gemmed dragonfly visits, noon. Warm regards from red, butterfly world! Purple birds' sing summer tune. Fairy and dragonfly visit, sitting on my silk sunflower. ......

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... I was despondent that I had to leave them. Moving two thousand miles away, it was unlikely that I would ever see them again. They were trees, but it seemed somehow They knew that we would be fo......

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...Quote: "In zen we don't find the answers. We lose the questions." ..zen philosophy Beneath the plum tree by the Zen pond's side, Its vivid hues reflected in the water's glide, Autumn leaves, a......

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... A giant road is emerging. My sandy path is ready to be swallowed. Gambol, amble, ramble, saunter, stride… My way knows a variety of my gaits. This is a stamped path in my gene as an elep......

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...I go to bed at three, I usually wait beneath the plum tree, That tree is useless like my name, You and I are in a blissful game! You are too sweet for me, Never lived inside me as if you were ......

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...Forsythia shakes her golden plumb. Plum tree dances in her wedding gown And Barlett pears soon to put on a display. Some daffodils still wear their spring crown. How I miss my beau......

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...HOMELESS POETRY These are poems about the homeless and poems for the homeless. Epitaph for a Homeless Child by Michael R. Burch I lived as best I could, and then I died. Be careful w......

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...Are you the butterfly while in my dreams I flit after Soshi? —Basho, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch It's not at all anxious to bloom, the plum tree at my gate. —Kobayash......

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...These are my modern English translations of haiku about plum blossoms, plums and plum trees. Picking autumn plums my wrinkled hands once again grow fragrant —Yosa Buson, loose translation/inte......

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