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Winter is almost over. Time for new birth, spring, and enjoying Mother Nature! Enjoy poems and video.
Winter is almost over. Time for new birth, spring, and enjoying Mother Nature! Enjoy poems and video.
Poets are like happy children, all-stars, curious jugs
of sunshine, their faces radiant, their eyes metaphors
of emptiness and fullness perfectly contained, their
naïveté keeps us entertained, they don't think about
anything too long, peanut butter keeps them energized,
they have happy feet, elastic faces,like acrobats they
ride bareback on wild stallions with pen in hand,
they train smarter, not harder, slow and steady gets
them there, they balance fun with rest, and lie
on their backs and take pleasure in moments of
nothingness.
Winter is almost over. Time for new birth, spring, and enjoying Mother Nature! Enjoy poems and video. Winter is almost over. Time for new birth, spring, and enjoying Mother Nature! Enjoy poems and video.
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Evolution favors us but compared to man, we’re built inside out and upside down with an ugly face, We have no bones, our skeleton external, to grow we must molt which takes a little trouble,
Like man, most of us live to work, mate and die, no time for fun we live so briefly, Some of us have neither Mouths nor Stomachs and will never eat at all,
Can you catch the scent of your LOVE downwind like the moth?
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Most like man, we are obsessed with light, following it even into death,
I pass my short time watching the garden spider weave his intricate web for me,
But its the constant buzz of the neighboring beehive that reminds me how sweet even a short life can be,
I imagine a tiny honeybee was probably diving onto a honeybee orchid
Some where, braking on a soft petal and tasting her candied nectar, while walking into the flower of love.
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I like to play the “what if” game. How would we live in a world without color? I imagine living with white on white would be better than black on black.
When I’m shuffling through my mind, I imagine I wouldn’t know if I were winning or losing with a deck of solid white cards or a set of white checkers,
Without colors I wouldn’t know when to stop, to slow or go, I think about all the beautiful flowers and butterflies and what their colors mean to me,
I’m thinking about white pigeons cooing and cawing, hiding from white cats, hurling and twirling themselves into the air, all for naught,
I’m thinking about white birds, looking for white worms crawling around in white grass, and all their white bellies hungry for the prey they cannot see,
I’m thinking of white sea-caps on white rolling seas, and a white sailboat in distress, how would it be saved? How could we be taught our ABC’s with white chalk on a white chalkboard?
We can live without many things around, but who can happily and safely live without nature’s colors of red, yellow, orange, blue, green, black and brown?
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