Tag Archives: Mother Nature

From A Vernal Wood

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“One impulse from a vernal wood

May teach you more of man,

Of moral evil and of good,

Than all the sages can.”

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~ William Wordsworth

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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sages

know everything

experience the teacher

some creations mysteries solved

experts

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Senryu:      5-7-5 ( Haiku with people and their emotions/feelings as a topic)

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beautiful artist

sees Creators handiwork

a minds reflection

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Poem:

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alas, that man no longer learns
what Nature so gladly teaches
how survival of the fittest turns
a slow evolution of our features

nature has been displaced by city jungles
man’s attitude influenced by race and religion
majority of concerns regard daily struggles
billions ignorant about nuclear fission

pollution encroaches upon Walden’s pond
oceans clogged by plastic litter
stupid believes the cure is a government bond
or maybe the magic of a presidential twitter

Chicago’s sounds come from gunshots
birds gave up singing long ago
San Francisco’s sanctuary is tied in knots
innocent victims and narcotics dough

Paris riots over global warming
religious radicals causing much woe
Los Angeles is draining the Colorado
extremist need to go with the flow

today is your chance to cure the burn
breath deep, breath slow
find a bad habit to overturn
learn from nature which way to go

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ME and the Boss

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Without

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“Any healthy man

can go without food

for two days-

-but not without poetry.”

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~ Baudelaire

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Elfje:        (Cinquain)

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hope

wish for

generate good karma

for only what’s needed

faith

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Haiku:

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fall waits quietly

warm earth helps summer linger

daylight becomes less

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Poem:

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wafting aromas Saturdays baking
taste of heaven in the making
natures best mixed with love
taught by angels from above

apple, peach, cherry pie
the best molasses makes shoofly
scones, eclairs, turnovers and  strudels
oh me, oh my, I could eat oodles

remembering things that were home made
just down the street by the crazy old maid
sitting, cooling on the open window sill
shes watching us with looks that could kill

one for each, she would finally say
happiness to savor for the rest of the day

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ME and the Boss

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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

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