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Nature needs man like a hole needs a head.
Man needs nature as butter needs bread.
Needs fulfill, it’s how we’re fed.
Yet when needs consume nature’s dead.
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Nature needs man like a hole needs a head.
Man needs nature as butter needs bread.
Needs fulfill, it’s how we’re fed.
Yet when needs consume nature’s dead.
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I wait each year for the dandelion bloom
I sit by the window of my cold little room
Awaiting the blossom of sunny yellow delight
Escaping again from this long winter’s night
I ache for the sunshine and fluffy tops to blow
Grown up from the sidewalk where people don’t go
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My writing’s waning
Want’s waxing, this writer’s block
I’m finding taxing
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Any two boards can
be nailed together, yet not
all will be a cross
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Emerald lagoons
welcome the day. Stars outshined
as ocean to bay.
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Two lines needed to
Add or multiply, yet one
Subtracts and divides
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The millionaire poets, no dollars just sense
Their estates so large too big for a fence
With endless pens to harness the needs
Gardens abound grown from their seeds
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Though time not made with gold on wrist
Dawn awakes when morning kissed
Wealth’s not held it’s how you see
When life’s embrace forever free
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Columns and rows stack the game
Times of yore much the same
Days of peace cloaked in junk mail
Nights at rest dreamt a fairy tale
The dark surrounds all who sleep
What can hold may also keep
Pawns a king can never make
Yet pawn a king can always take
Kings and queens rise and fall
While castle walls forever tall
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Enigma’s constant
Mediocrity molds mush
Mindless masses mass
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Trees grow rings yearly
Love and care root securely
Our hearts bound surely
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Static unheard in a charged universe,
all’s plus or minus, forward or reverse.
Ions abound to attract and repel.
Eons in space build stories to tell.
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Energy’s harnessed by intensity of a core.
Waves emit in a vacuum of evermore.
Negatives negate, obscuring realization.
Where blinded are we to a positive ion nation.
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Relatives real
in one’s family tree, yet
the wood’s reality
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Writing for me is a chapter in a story I’ll see not done.
The beginning a bit sketchy, the middle’s been mostly fun.
A sequel’s now in the works, I can see the volumes begun.
Genre’s chosen comedy drawn, opera unspoken and drama shun.
Yet the covers close on all someday. I hope at the end we won.
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Dew drops sparkling bright
Dawn’s diamonds reflecting light
Free for mornings sight
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Another sun rose on converging tracks
Shedding light on forgotten backs
Graffiti brightens weathered wood and stone
A world rushed past, discarded and alone
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World’s seem endless, far and wide
Though tracks divide side by side
Yet other sides cannot exist
If they did it would be missed
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What is missed remains unseen
As does the time and space between
This ride planned doesn’t go everywhere
The straight and narrow’s only halfway there
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The other half depends on you
All’s seeking direction as we all do
Equals always parallel, horizons curve and bend
All paths end on point, our perch will depend
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One does never know
What they know until they know
That most is unknown
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May forever’s forever bloom
May our presence never gloom
May your eyes see all truly kind.
May your lips say love is blind
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May your words rest on my ears
May your heart beat back the fears
May your hands reach, touch and hold
May your mind color all bright and bold
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Yet May’s may not blossom forever
Nor April and June’s Spring together
May all our seasons forever glow
And may our love forever grow
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A blanket of white for early Spring
Pink and yellow pop, chilly birds sing
Grass unseen for another day
Tis’ an April morn; the New England way
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Titans rise from mounds of trash.
Soon is seen the survivalist stash.
A garbage economy flush in dirty cash.
The mind’s to waste, throats to slash.
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Industries shuttered and our cities ablaze.
Fields untilled, nil remains to graze.
Warmth reeks, skies awash in the haze.
All’s left to dream of those good old days.
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Children see a world through eyes that are our own
Blinded to other views until their eyes have grown
Knowledge then divides when education is on loan
Cooperation’s needed to set a civil tone
Problems fester when we all moan and groan
Productive solutions are forever unknown
Fearing that someone will cast the first stone
Waiting for others to throw the first bone
Passing on peace or a big steaming cone
Time’s now for grown-ups to show they’ve grown
Let’s save this place we all see as our own
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*
Some hearts warm, some cold,
yet all share a bloody thirst.
Circulating both love and hate,
who’s to shout or shoot first?
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This darkness of man held in a hand,
yet the voice has never killed.
Though orders cried for more to die,
by others brave and skilled.
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Organs strewn and heads hewn,
the victors’ lust begins.
Checks cashed then all gets smashed,
the big brass always wins
.
Mothers cry and babies die,
someone wins a pin.
The degree to which this hell’s risen,
is all an unforgiveable sin.
.
Some hearts warm and some are cold,
why can’t we try to neutralize?
Let’s build on our commonality,
returning joy to our children’s eyes.
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Yesterday’s blooms now a lonely stalk
All’s blustery fodder for tomorrow’s talk
Morning blizzard then an afternoon walk
A brilliant sunset with full moonrise
Shaded snow defiant still lies
Twas our early spring surprise
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