Believe in the Weeds, Grow with the Trees

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We can cast our wishes into the sky with hopeful eyes
Each seed an opportunity for something new to take form
I'll tell you though, they don't like dandelions around here, no.

Close your eyes and make a wish anyhow
Do it because they don't

I'll watch each whim dance on the breeze
and just for a moment...
Wars are fought with squirt guns
We have pizza for breakfast, and ice cream for lunch
Cats roam freely everywhere
they come up to you as you walk, curious
and then you hear the music

The animal band is in town!
The docile panthers drum, crocodiles strum harps with their tails
And your awful mother never told you that everyone dies, someday.
We live on new earth here, where blood stays on its highways
and hearts don't stop, that's quitter stuff.

Every time it snows, it's the right type for snowmen
The fierce winds wait for summer, so fingers stay warm
and birds bring us bits to decorate with
The crows know our names, and we know theirs

The roads have all been replaced with lazy rivers
Alcohol doesn't exist, but your dad does, fully
He picks you up on an elephant, and I don't worry while you're gone
I'm too busy having the elevator  installed for you
What?

We're here, not there, but I can still feel your wishes surround me
The lavish desires gild the framework of your small intentions
A world beyond my ability to hope for anymore
I can't imagine.

So, when you scatter those pesky seeds to the wind, wild girl
My only wish is that all of yours come true
They don't like dandelions around here, but I don't really need to reiterate that. No.


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This tree is a wizard
A LADY WIZARD
Her name is Beth
No, she's not Beth the sorceress
and you'd best not call her that.

She seems frozen as she casts, but human eyes are too fast
To her she'll start the motion, having completed it, just like that
What spell is she weaving, far beyond
bounding past the stifling grip of human perception
She knows
and that is enough for me.

Beth, it's not short for Bethany, but something I cannot pronounce
She whispered it to me once as I passed
I'd asked a hundred times in my heart, she told me when I stopped
Such is the way of things, just so is her art



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Have you ever turned into mist and been sucked into a tree?
Well, I have. Take a sip of this and follow me
Yeah, it tastes weird, but it's the recipe of the moss
it's the motion of the branches, it's metal turned to rust
It's rivers overflowing with runoff when it storms
the barren urban sprawl, the bead of blood from hidden thorns

I can see you're getting translucent
it can't be much longer now
Can you feel all the things around you
living only within your core?

That drink was made of you, as only you can see
Your hands are disappearing, come quick, along with me
See here? It's where the world ends
It happens each and every day
Matter tied into its antithesis
Creativity at play

Destruction remembered in force, no credit in deed
Inside the trees we love ourselves, punching hands turned to leaves
Can you feel the years of knowledge shared here?
Connection, nature takes no root in shame
No precedent for fear, exploration untamed
Suffering by design, no definition of right
We are wilting from refusal to simply eat the light
Eternal, personal, apocalypse
Victory surges in harmony with the fight

Mist
skating the edges of chlorophyll's path
Flowing out in the signals of mycelium
Mother, the one who births herself, all
I'll brew you the beverage anytime you wish to take her call
In surrender, I dissipate.


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YOU BEST give yourself 17 PATS on the back for this poem.

I dislike, not hate, just so we are clear, reading center type, yet, I could not read fast enough this piece of art you made.

I was transported into your world as slick as a monkey's Bum? You get the idea...

And there, I wanted to stay even while I read faster and didn't want it to end.

The Suburbs can kiss my very white .......... Bum? when it comes to whether dandelions are flowers or fairies waiting for their wings to be able to fly.

Plus, all great poems have Elephants in them. It is just a must.

So little one, go find your own dandelion and guard it well. A tiny fairy is waiting for someone, you, to blow the seeds of life so they can fly.

Love You!

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So little one, go find your own dandelion and guard it well.

😍❤️ I know I said this last night already, but this comment really made me happy. I feel very understood by what you said... there are precious fairies, and we must grease our bums to protect them... Wait that isn't right at all... We must wish. Yeah, that's what I want to say... May elephants overcome the suburbs!

Today my brain is made of dandelions 🤣💚

Thank you for being flipping BEAUTIFUL! Love youuuuuuuuuu! 🤗

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Good to know yoru brain is bright and Sunny!

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Connection, nature takes no root in shame
No precedent for fear, exploration untamed
Suffering by design, no definition of right
We are wilting from refusal to simply eat the light

There's something about this paragraph that spoke volumes to me. It's lyrical and beautiful and satirical all in one melodious breath.

It's like when you feel that someone cannot possibly impress you anymore but then they do yet another mind blowing deed. This poem made my heart soar, and weep and sing. The imagery you project calls to me like a clarion, saying softly but insistently "come hither."

Simply magical @grindan 💞

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This poetry has a jazzy rhythm. It's epic in scope, and I like the way you each part has its own 'flavour.' Dandelions are weeds spreading everywhere, but the world would be less magical without them.

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That was an enjoyable journey!

For me, it harkens back to songs from the past where nothing is real and nothing to get hung about. Back to tangerine trees and marmalade skies. It's got to be true bc dandelions don't tell no lies. Its nice to visit a world that glitters glibly. This poetry surely opens the doors to perception!

I feel your writing puts you at the peak of the pantheon of these other people who I plagi... I mean used as sources for my comment.

Beatles - Strawberry Fields
Beatles - Lucy in the Sky
Stones - Dandelions
Monkees - Daily Nightly
Doors - sourced their name from Aldous Huxley's book

Again, thanks for the head trip. Have a nice day! :)

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puts you at the peak of the pantheon of these other people who I plagi...

!LOLZ That made me laugh out loud, and just feel wicked cool! Thank you so much Kenny 💚😁 I hope you had an awesome day today as well, I'm off to listen to L.S.D. (I had totally forgotten about that song!) ahahaha

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This is some special skill here @grindan. I'm so happy that I stumbled upon this. I had no idea you were a poet! Poetry is not a simple thing, you know, yet you make it seem that way 🙌

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Goodness, I really appreciate that Milly! I started writing as a poet, but it was quite... hem, edgy at the time. 😅 hahahah I promptly moved on to fiction, and pretended I had never written a poem until recently 🤣

This comment inspires me try write more poetry, thank you so much!! 😍💚

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Being a literature student I loved poetry. I wonder how beautifully you write long but rythemic stanza's poem.
Just wonderful :)
Looking forward to seeing more content in future.

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Thank you for the thoughtful comment! 😁 !PIZZA

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Oh wow, I didn't miss any full stop or comma, the whole stanza was captivating, you write so well @grindan.

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Hey Amie 😁! I appreciate the kind words 💚 !PIZZA

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Do it because they don't

Yes. No other reason needed!

And your awful mother never told you that everyone dies, someday.

And then said: you're too young to come to the funerals of the people you loved.

See here? It's where the world ends
It happens each and every day

It makes me sad because it's true. But sometimes I remember that it also starts anew just as often.

Thank you for a beautiful poem/text/thought. Some lines meant more to me than others, and some I didn't understand at all. But that's the way of everything.

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It makes me sad because it's true. But sometimes I remember that it also starts anew just as often.

This this this!!! 1 million times this. There's a line in some song I can't remember the title of: "Every new beginning comes from another beginning's end" Yeaaahhhh. Grief and joy. 💞

Some lines meant more to me than others, and some I didn't understand at all.

You are so refreshingly genuine, I really like that about you 😁! Thank you for the smile !PIZZA !LUV

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!LOLZ My last boss would have said naive. I prefer your interpretation!
!LUV

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  • This tree is a wizard
  • A LADY WIZARD
  • Her name is Beth
  • No, she's not Beth the sorceress
  • and you'd best not call her that.

My favorite part of your work! In fact.. I know Beth's cousin over here in my neck of woods.. A wonderful wizard called Bianca. She's an awesome wizard. I know this because we cast a few spells together here and there, when she is in need of human company.

Nicely done my friend.. you have a way with words to be sure. Thanks for sharing with us in the community! 😀

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I know this because we cast a few spells together here and there, when she is in need of human company.

Have you ever written about this? It sounds fantastic, and I want to know more!! Star food. 😎

Trees are excellent companions, when they would like to be. It is important to never misclass them though, I once called a swamp witch tree a druid... YIKES! ahahahaha Thanks for the awesome comment brother 😁 !PIMP

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@grindan, this poetry gave me that feeling you get when you stand somewhere with nature all around and open your arms wide and look and slowly twirl in circles. It is all there, surrounding you.

Have you ever turned into mist and been sucked into a tree?

Yes, I think I have!

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Shucks, that makes me really happy to read! Thank you for this wonderful comment my friend, I'll see you in the trees hehe 🤗

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Wow, what a magical tale you have woven, magical journey your words have taken us on.
I love this 💚💚

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That means a lot coming from such a magic woman! Thank you so much! 💕😁

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I can’t help but think of the children’s book Where the Wild Things Are when I read this. I don’t even remember how the story actually goes, but a lot of your imagery somehow reminds me of the illustrations of that story and that fantastical world.

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WOW! That's absolutely stellar to read, that book has super cool art 😁

Thank you so much!!

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