Woods And Trees

Woods And Trees long poem

Uploaded by Mario Vitale

In late Spring when heros scream
A source of sophistication from faint misery
Inside the thwart hidden silence of the pivotal solace of my mind
With mind blowing excursion toward the legally blind inside
Woods in growing habitation & silence
Woods in distant pathways derived from a slight bite in solace
After a warm fire woods will then stand tall amidst uncertainty
Is is where one could often sport for game
Hunters in woods will drive you totally insane in brain
In extreme situations the wood can be an untimely climatic disaster to fathom
Woods
In significant direct correlation through storms in danger arms wide opened
Woods can create a swift barrier of thoughtful change,
A romantic encounter by which the lover shall stray
Is there any other mental nor mere philisophical way
Nature lies dormant amidst its beckoning call
With a swift viable pulse derived after the fall
Transformed by silence of thought provoked listening elm & pine
Created in enriched diplomacy from God by his great design
God again speaks through me from the sound of a wolf intact
He completes his journey through stregnth by which to resist
Woods
We scenic scope in vast briars taunt
In vegetation swine with sunken asps which haunt
Vanquished moss covered up in grey filtered steam
An approaching visible light to follow a dream
A captivated look into the woods
Engulfed in moss green briars torn asunder
Trees fallen in decorated colors
In the dead of Winter leaves tumble to the ground
With mice and men walking alone
On a crooked path filled with rocks & twigs
Such as a bushel filled with acorns & figs
Within desolation there crys a fever pitch
Trees in silence
Trees in a ditch
Silence in thought provoking beckoning call
A combersome message that negates a stall
With a figure of speech twisted in a dream turned nightmare
Why should we even bother or for that matter really care
Trees in a Bob Ross brightened country portrait sway feel
Trees can define sullen wounds that sometime bind
Make good use of your time within sullen asps which chime
Throughout its darkened portal without having restraint
Trees can exhibit a dire need to express
With just a little love and a whole lot of tenderness
Meditation through barbed wire fences filled up in tears
Absorbed in concrete fenders filled in ellaborate decorum cheers
Switching full gears from sullen tears to that of darkened fears.

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Mario Vitale

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Mario William Vitale is a poet with over 1,000 toward his platform. Vitale was born October 23rd, 1970 in Bristol, Ct. Currently living in Wolcott, Ct where he helps as a care taker for his elderly handicapped mother Ann. Vitale is featured as a writer on Poetrysoup, Writerscafe & Allpoetry. Has a fan base on facebook with over 650 followers. He started writing poems in 1989 after the break up of his first girlfriend as a way to cope with life.
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