All Posts Tagged ‘children

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one budding diminutive why

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one budding diminutive why
staring at the sky
in that beautiful youthful wonderment of innocence
beyond piggish power
and far from cultivated fear
so beyond the grip of authority
beyond stuffy temples
and stale priests and gurus
beyond tests
and drunken parties

sweet sky staring
further than thought’s weary boredom
and so far away from cold shoulds and musts

alive
whole
and unprogrammed

also looking down
of course
at tiny grasshoppers and katydids

 

Sweet little Katydid … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2019
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They called her Little Icky Vicky(and she

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(Based on a true story…)

 

 

They called her Little Icky Vicky(and she
cried a lot in pain)today
because of her distorted facial features
many people stared then quickly looked away

I called her Victoria & amiably sat next to her in grade school(&
always with her was very very kind)
There’s a lot of cold(cruel kids who name-call
with dark dead hearts)and blind

 

 


[Side Note:  We saw the movie The Peanut Butter Falcon over the weekend.  It is highly recommended.  It contains scenes involving both bullying and compassion.]

 

Not Mere Facial Beauty but Beauty Deep Within … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2019

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Texting While Driving

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(Not long ago, while driving home, one observed people texting — with their heads facing down — while driving; (this was observed, that day, in two separate automobiles).  It is observed happening, while on road, all too frequently.  What is fundamentally wrong with people these days?

 

 

I perceive a so-called human being
driving from the opposite direction
with an
indifferent, addicted head 
facing down;
blundering stupidity and callousness
thinks that it can multitask while driving.
There are families
with precious children
on the road that that immense stupidity is gambling on.
What messages are so important (so profound) 

that they warrant perilling multiple lives?
Thanks for putting 
us all in 
dire
risk!

 

 

Wasp coming head-on… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2019

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Puff Ball Fairy

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Puff Ball Fairy,
    when you floated past,
    ever so gracefully,
    ever so enchantingly,
    i was, at once, captivated
    by your spell.
As you gently floated away,
    i, with camera in hand,
    wished you would return
    so that i could capture
    some of your mysterious beauty.
Alas!  You granted my wish
    and again floated nearby,
    alighting on a simple leaf.
Thank you, Puff Ball Fairy,
    and may we meet again
    someverymagicaltime in sweet eternity.

 

 

 

Puff Ball Fairy … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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How were we educated?

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How were we educated?  Were we educated about what to think, with things being poured into us to absorb?   Or were we educated to find out for ourselves, to inquire and to investigate beyond what was merely put forward by others?   Were we shaped (for the most part) by preset molds, or were we encouraged to be whole and independent human beings who can intelligently question things, take nothing for granted, and who probe deep beyond the ordinary, unfeeling, and commonplace?

When we were very young, our canvas was blank; they (for the most part) painted it with what they thought should be painted.   What they thought should be painted — of course — was an extension of how their canvas was painted in the past.  So they painted our canvas.   However, they (fundamentally) did not encourage us to be extremely creative painters.   (The painting-like rendition of the ant — down below —  has little or no relevance with what we are actually writing about, by the way.)  Most of us are a product of their painting… and we see the world through (and “as”) the network of that painting.   If that network largely consists of separation, isolating images of self, accepted conflict and fragmentation, acceptance of ordinary values, boredom, and groping for more… can one, in a profoundly significant way, change to a blank canvas and paint a very different picture?   

It may be that the painter is the painted, that the tree and the ant are not merely two separate things, and it may be that we have to unlearn a lot of the baloney that we learned.  Just like the ant and the tree, unlearning and learning may not be two separate things, just like living and dying are not two separate things (though so many of us think they are).   

 

Tree Climbing (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Tree Climbing (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

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Chilling Halloween Creepiness…

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               I’ve got eight legs

you’ve got two

                      I’ve got eight eyes

you’ve only two

 

                    You run from us

and scream

                    but we’re much 

more afraid of you

 

                     You with your overpopulation

and polluting ways

                    are ruining this planet

We aren’t

 

                    With your hitting hatred

and your many armaments 

                    you mindlessly march in armies

We don’t march in any

 

                     So on Halloween

or on any other dark night

                    don’t run from us in hysterics 

It’s all so blatantly  ludicrous

Jumping Spider (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Jumping Spider (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Jumping Spider (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Jumping Spider (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016