All Posts Tagged ‘poetry’

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Texting While Driving

March 18, 2019
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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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I am a kid!

March 11, 2019
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I am a kid
trapped in an old man’s body
i fly kites
i perpetually chase insects and frogs
i still often gaze in wonder through a magnifying glass
i still think that grown-ups are yucky
i love watching toads in the woods
i keep fish and shrimp as pets and stare at them for hours
i hunt fossils and love everything about dinosaurs and prehistoric life
i unendingly question
and i still learn best away from
boring school

 

 

Mr. Toadster … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2019

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The Cadence of Song

March 4, 2019
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The cadence of song
saw its pinkish-purple notes
and yellow hues
while sweet nectar
was just icing on the cake

 

 

The Cadence of Song … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2019

 

 

 

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My Visit with T.S.Eliot

March 1, 2019
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Let us go then, you and I,
Eliot said, and so we went,
After the cups, the marmalade, and tea,
Beyond the porcelain, beyond the talk of you and me,
When the evening was spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
We went, we went through certain half-deserted streets.
We went to the bright retreats that muttered endlessly.

Some overwhelming question always had to ask,
Though it didn’t have to ask, “What is it?”
We went along and made our visit.

And at the first turning of the second stair
We turned and saw below, not far from the rose garden,
A familiar shape twisted on the banister
Under the vapor in the fetid air
Struggling with the business fool of the stairs who ascends
The deceitful steps of hope and despair.

At the second turning of the second stair,
We left them twisting, turning below;
At the third turning of the third stair
We finally went past all of the melodious distraction,
Music of the flute, stops and steps
Of the mind over the third stair,
Fading, fading; wisdom beyond hope and despair
Climbing and being the third stair.

We were the stairs,
We were the shapes and distractions,
And at half-past one,
The street-lamp sputtered
The street-lamp muttered,
The street-lamp said, “Regard that woman
Who hesitates toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.”
My visit with Tom in the rose garden never came to an end.

 

 

Jumping Spider in the rose garden, near the door we never opened. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2019

 

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Exams

February 25, 2019
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When i was a student, i thought,
“Exams can go to grass!”
I never really deeply cared about exams.
They never could measure me
and they never will measure me.
As an adult, i still say,
“Exams can go to grass!”

(Sorry grass, you deserve
dandelions and insects,
not cadaverous exams.)

 

 

 

Damselfly with the Insect Prey that it caught … Photo by Thomas Peace c.2019

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Snowingly

February 18, 2019
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We must profess 
     that driving in the white stuff 
     (when being elderly is the body’s current season)
     is not our notion of palatability

We quaked with laughter
     playing in — and eating — the fluffy stuff as kids…

Now its greatest beauty is its order
     close up and (also at a distance)
     as long as
     driving in whiteout isn’t involved
     or being immersed
     in certain kind of great depth

 

 

Snow Pyramid Crystal … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2019

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Another New Year that really isn’t New… (and further note about my wife Marla’s surgery)….

January 2, 2019
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[Note:   My wife Marla’s shoulder replacement surgery went well (so far, it seems) but she still has a long way to full recovery.  She must have strong PICC Line antibiotics given to her intravenously via syringes multiple times per day for 6 weeks (and i am the one giving her these).  Additionally, i am helping her with her enteral feedings (via tube feedings to her stomach) multiple times per day (because, at the current time, she is unable to do them herself, with only one functional arm.)  The shoulder replacement that they put in is a special antibiotic-emitting kind and she will likely need a whole other “regular” shoulder replacement done (in the same shoulder), with a steel replacement, once this temporary antibiotic replacement fully heals and is bacteria-free.  Apparently, the infectious bacteria that caused trouble in the first place — and that is hard to eradicate (since it lodges deep within the joint) — is a type of acne bacteria (which baffles us as to how she got it).  Since i will be busy taking care of Marla for the next few weeks,  i will likely not do postings after my already scheduled 01/02/2019 blog/posting; i will not have time to read others’ blogs or correspond with others re their blogs or my blogs.  Hopefully, i can soon get back into blogging again once things settle down and i find more time to do so.  Peace!]

 

 

Why doesn’t a smidgen of cream
dash itself into a cup of coffee for you?
Stirring itself, the cream
is part of this poem’s theme.

 

 

Coffelicious — Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2019

 

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When everything without feeling happened (… and further note about my wife Marla’s surgery…)

December 29, 2018
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[Note:   My wife Marla’s shoulder replacement surgery went well (so far, it seems) but she still has a long way to full recovery.  She must have strong PICC Line antibiotics given to her intravenously via syringes multiple times per day for 6 weeks (and i am the one giving her these).  Additionally, i am helping her with her enteral feedings (via tube feedings to her stomach) multiple times per day (because, at the current time, she is unable to do them herself, with only one functional arm.)  The shoulder replacement that they put in is a special antibiotic-emitting kind and she will likely need a whole other “regular” shoulder replacement done (in the same shoulder), with a steel replacement, once this temporary antibiotic replacement fully heals and is bacteria-free.  Apparently, the infectious bacteria that caused trouble in the first place — and that is hard to eradicate (since it lodges deep within the joint) — is a type of acne bacteria (which baffles us as to how she got it).  Since i will be busy taking care of Marla for the next few weeks,  i will likely not do postings after my already scheduled 01/02/2019 blog/posting; i will not have time to read others’ blogs or correspond with others re their blogs or my blogs.  Hopefully, i can soon get back into blogging again once things settle down and i find more time to do so.  Peace!]

 

 

The following poem has nothing to do with Marla’s shoulder surgery, by the way…

 

 

When everything without feeling happened for quite some time,
feeling came along and tried to make a difference,

but it wasn’t easy.

 

 

 

On the Forest Floor … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Do you feel small? (poem)… and note about Marla…

December 26, 2018
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[Note:   My wife, Marla, is still in the hospital — getting strong antibiotics through a PICC Line for the serious infection that has been occurring in her shoulder, following her recent shoulder replacement surgery — so my online correspondence will continue to be limited for the time being.]

 

 

Do you feel small
in this huge cold world?
Don’t feel large.
Don’t feel small.
Just express warmth…
the warm of compassion.

That’s all that really matters.

 

 

Golden Skipper Resting … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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The Story of Lo Zu and the Mountains (Another short Lo Zu tale)…

December 23, 2018
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An inquisitive, young woman approached Lo Zu and asked him, “Why do you leave our village every day and go wandering off into the mountains?”

Lo Zu, the great sage, answered, “I have talked to all of you many times about ‘no mind’ and that, in essence, I do not really exist as anything concrete internally.  Yet, you all continue to see me as just another man.”

The inquisitive, young woman then pensively exclaimed, “I do not understand!”

Lo Zu then stated, “When this body is in the village, you say ‘Lo Zu is here.’  When this body is in the mountains, you say, ‘Lo Zu is not here.’  At least when one is in the mountains, you (in the village) speak the truth.”

 

 

 

Lichen … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

 

 

 

 

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A little Snowball Wish (to you)…

December 22, 2018
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A little happy Snowball Wish
around the corner’s edge of time
past spring and summer
though glidingly bringing rhyme

 

 

This is a photo of some of my pet Snowball Shrimp.  The females carry white, round eggs that look like snowballs.   The shrimp in the foreground is carrying fertilized eggs.  The shrimp in the background is carrying eggs that have not been fertilized and are positioned higher up in her body (looking like a saddle); such females are called “Saddled” females.   Happy Holidays!    

Neocaridina Snowball Shrimp with Eggs … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

 

 

 

 

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Hoping You Have a Great Holiday Season!

December 21, 2018
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I will likely not have time, the next few days, to be corresponding with people and/or visiting peoples’ blogs.  My wife, Marla, is (again) having complicated reconstructive shoulder surgery and i’ll be too preoccupied with that; my blogs will continue, as they have been prescheduled (as they usually are).  Marla requires extra help, nutritionally, with enteral tube feedings to her stomach, which she must always have due to complications from a prior neck surgery; most of the nurses in hospitals, believe it or not, are inexperienced with proper enteral tube feeding. 

 

[Eternity is all around us.]

 

Together we
made a smiling snowman
who
(in magic, and he is we)
danced around

And when he melts
to those very last
drops
(of who we are)
he’ll be back again some day

 

 

 

Melting Away … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Highwire acts are a breeze

December 19, 2018
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Highwire acts are a breeze
(as long as it’s not too breezy)
in this world of the (unfortunately) mentally unbalanced

 

 

 

The Great Unbelievable Highwire Act … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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A mind came upon a wall

December 16, 2018
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A mind came upon a wall
     and the wall necessitated separation.
     That same mind came upon some
     people of a different skin color…
     and the “learned psychological prejudice”
     necessitated separation.

Now here is the tricky bit:
     The first separation was
     natural and factual.
     The second separation was
     manmade and illusory.

A lot of people were taught to
     look through psychological walls
     of separation.
     It’s so easy to deceive oneself,
     to see what one was
     programmed to see.

One man looked at a tree,
     and only existed as an image of a “re-cognized,” distant tree,
     supposedly separated from a learned image of “self,” apart
     from everything else.
     Another man looked at the same tree,
     and there was, beyond stored images,
     a bonding, blending, and sharing.

 

 

 

Bonding … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

 

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I’m A Texas Longhorn

December 15, 2018
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I’m a Texas Longhorn
as rugged as they come
I wish that people would gustatorily leave us alone
and not try to exploit most of us (one by one)

Since they don’t leave us alone
I’ll put my hands together and solemnly pray
that we bovine could somehow grow angel wings
and fly the hell away

 

 

 

Texas Longhorn … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Explanations Smell Like Hell

December 14, 2018
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Explanations smell like hell
because words (being mere symbols)
pour out hypocritic gross empty spell

We’ll joyfully play beyond described sand
jump beyond reason
and hide from what old bureaucrats demand

 

 

 

Hiding from Bureaucrats … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

 

 

 

 

 

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Nature Lionizes Trees

December 12, 2018
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Nature lionizes trees
and roars:
“Mankind!  Stop
abusing life!”

 

 

 

Nature Personified … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Well

December 8, 2018
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Well, it’s a good thing
          that matter solidifies as it does 
          and a miraculous thing that water flows at it does
          and a wonderful thing that 
          the earth is just the right distance from the sun
          and a crappy thing that
          mankind pollutes the
          skies and the oceans

 

 

 

Sweat Bee Study … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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They Better Not Try To Fool My Heart

December 7, 2018
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They better not try to fool my heart
because they’d be wasting their time
There are plenty of other lost causes out there
whom they can easily fool

They better not try to harden my heart
because they’d be pounding on the wrong chest
There are endless cold cadavers around the globe
who would gladly help with the cruel beating

They better not pave the path to “truth”
because i have seen where their deception leads to
There are plenty of eager path-makers out there
though no path in time ever leads to the timeless

 

 

Shadow of a doubt … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

 

 

 

 

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Lenses

December 5, 2018
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Plenty of lenses to see 
      what seeing has to offer
 Plenty of directions
      to move as life’s parameters

Will wholeness see
      or merely the fragments?

 

 

 

Black Horse Fly Eye Study … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

 

 

 

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Mankind

December 1, 2018
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Mankind must take the kind
in “Mankind” and be a lot kinder
to nature.

 

 

Widow Dragonfly … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Hell

November 30, 2018
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from Kobayashi Issa (c. 1818):

“Never forget:
We walk on hell,
gazing at flowers.”

 

from Thomas Peace:

 

One of the problems about hell
is that most who are in it
do not realize that they are in it.
One of the problems of hell
is that a few in it
(realizing they are in it)
are not listened to or
understood by those
in it (not realizing they are in it).
Who in the hell has
all of the right answers?
Nobody!

 

 

Ant on Stella Daylily … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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To wake up unaware

November 28, 2018
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        To wake up unaware
remaining unaware
is a pseudo-blissful ignorance
which lasts lifetimes
until
it is 
                                 far
too late
to bury
the sealed
casket of
hell

 

 

 

Wild Grain Happening … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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But if all haves

November 24, 2018
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But if all haves
      could seldom
see
      past twisted crime
maybe some living compassion
                                           could
free some dead slaves
      from
time

 

 

 

Stink Bugs Feeding from Petiolar Glands (that emit nectar) from Wild Chamaecrist fasciculata Plant. (It was Linda, ‘shoreacres’,  who found out just what these strange sections of the plants were… regarding an earlier article/posting we had on them.   Note how the bug is using its proboscis to feed from the gland of the plant. )   … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Night Sky and the Stars of the Universe on the Butterfly’s Wings…

November 23, 2018
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Between)the great purchase 
    of life’s parameters,
    the price was everything
    while the cost was nothing…
    and we had plenty of nothing to give,
    since it constituted everything,
    (such as the space between 
    protons and electrons)
    which seems to begin
    to sum up the whole thing.
    Just don’t squabble about the price,
    since it cost you nothing(while
    rattling in pockets
    is change

 

 

 

 

Southern Cloudy Wing Skipper … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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one little here

November 21, 2018
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one little here
looking to there
another little how
moving past now

 

 

 

Bumble Bee hurriedly flying to Wild Purple Loosestrife … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Puff Ball Fairy

November 16, 2018
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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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The day we kissed

November 14, 2018
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the favor.
The day we kissed everything,
everything kissed us back,
and
since
we are everything,
we
returned

 

 

Kissing Mushrooms … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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This

November 10, 2018
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This if
to never
and never
to twice
when found
came then
and no
cried yes

In new
was always
and discover
climbed find
while was
wasn’t truth
and poetry
became mind

 

 

Swallowtail Caterpillar … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Sacrosanct

November 9, 2018
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An indelible, sacred energy
that rarely visits…

Its immensity surpasses all
things within the world of the
opposites.

Though ineffable, it is the real flame beyond
all of the smoke,
the true light beyond all shadows.
Do not take my word for it.
Find out!

 

 

 

Looper Moth on Clover Flower … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Beyond Political Quagmires

November 7, 2018
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It’s a wonderful day
to look beyond the crime of politics
and, instead, perceive things without measure,
while realizing that simple, pure things are
(the only real treasure).

 

 

 

Common Blue … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Enlightenment

November 3, 2018
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While it occurs
one feels
a trillion times
more alive than
one has ever felt
before

Afterward
one doesn’t forget
the answer to the question
of whether the
immeasurably sacred
exists
or not

 

 

Lichen on Tree Branch … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Pinocchio

November 2, 2018
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Pinocchio
            you’ve told so many duplicitous lies
            in your disingenuous politician style 
            it makes me wonder 
            if your incredible nose 
            could possibly grow
            even longer

 

 

Boll Weavil (but at least it’s not voting to destroy the environment) … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Halloween Dream Time (Part 2)

October 31, 2018
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The skull of my face
      is back again
      to pull you in
      as such a friend

The face of my skull
      with all its might
      will wrap you up
      and squeeze you tight

 

 

Tiger Spider Argiope trifasciata (revisiting) … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

 

 

 

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U.S. Halloween Fright

October 30, 2018
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(NOTE:  The following poem is not against voting; it is opposed to voting by people who are easily duped and who turn their backs on the environment.)

 

This from the witch
          of the stir from the brew
          whose Halloween terror
          came flying for you

She brings you bloody terror
          wrinkled skin and loss of hair
          and all the rats and spiders cheer
          as she circles the air

But all the ugly terror
          that she drapes as the night
          doesn’t equal the brainwashed zombies
          soon to vote with all their might

 

 

 

Halloween Wolf Spider … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Another Halloween Visitor

October 27, 2018
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I’m a bit scary
but I’m not nearly as scary
as American politics

 

 

 

Another Halloween Spider … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

 

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Meditation

October 26, 2018
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Merely sitting on your can
with eyes closed
with legs crossed
while supposedly “controlling ‘your’ thoughts from a distance”
(in order to get something)
is not it.

 

 

 

Fruit-fly on a small leaf … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Ghosts and Goblins Month…

October 24, 2018
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Spiders weave strings of time
   between then and there
   Tonight, dangle as dream

Zip up and down
   crocheting the fabric of seem
   Tonight, enter scream

 

 

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In reality, Elongate Long-Jawed Orb Weavers are not at all dangerous.   People who turn their backs on the environment (and who vote for those that do) are what is extremely dangerous.

 

Elongate Long-jawed Orb Weaver … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

 

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Fungal Egg Nests

October 20, 2018
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fungal eggs aplenty 
ready to bounce into sweet life
far from all of the utter madness

 

 

 

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Per Michael Kuo (0nline):

These odd and fascinating little fungi look for all the world like tiny birds’ nests. The fruiting bodies form little cuplike nests which contain spore-filled eggs. The nests are called “peridia” (“peridium” in the singular), and serve as splash cups; when raindrops strike the nest, the eggs (called “peridioles”) are projected into the air, where they latch onto twigs, branches, leaves, and so on. What exactly happens next is not completely clear, but eventually the spores are dispersed from the egg. They then germinate and create mycelia, which eventually hook up with other mycelia and produce more fruiting bodies.

 

Bird-nest Cup Fungi  (each one was around 5mm in diameter)… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

 

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A Poem of Bits and Pieces

October 19, 2018
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When this poem was being written
we asked for help
from the Gods of Creativity
but they were all on vacation

The only one at home 
was the God of Waste and Rubbish
and so this poem reeks like garbage

By the way
the God of Waste and Rubbish
is also the God of environmentally negligent
American politics

 

 

 

Tomenose Burying Beetle in Halloween Colors (These beetles eat rubbish and carrion) … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Halloween Dream Time (Part 1)…

October 17, 2018
28 comments

 

 

At the very bottom of my gorgeous face
      you may see what looks like a dreadful mouth
      and a little above that
      a large nose
      and a little above that
      two glaring eyes

And if you happen to be
      one of the lucky ones
      who is able to see these things
      then I will crawl into
      your midnight dream
      and come again 
      around Halloween
      to get a taste
      of your warm bloodstream

 

 

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These Tiger Spiders, Argiope trifasciata, are very large and are common web-weavers in our Illinois area.  They are so common in our Illinois area (in the fall) that i have — during nature photography outings — gotten used to inadvertently walking into their webs and having them crawling on me.  They, in reality, are perfectly harmless and get off of me (on their own) before i need to bother to remove them myself.  However, they are not harmless to grasshoppers and — nevertheless, during this U.S. holiday season — they may be visiting you tonight!   Lots of them!    

Tiger Spider (Argiope trifasciata) … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Cuddling with our Animal Friends

October 13, 2018
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Many of my fellow bloggers
     have a close and wonderful
     relationship with the animals
     in their lives
     (whom they often photograph)…
     such as Scifi, Francis, Curious Introvert, 
     67steffen, and others, with their dogs;
     others with their cats,
      Linda with her pet-like squirrels,
      and others with their cuddly pets.
     So i tried to get close to one
     of my sweet photography subjects,
     a wonderful wasp.
     It stung the hell out of me!

 

 

 

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I was just kidding about the sting… but i was so close to it that i could have kissed it!   🙂
I did get stung by a wasp (while just walking along by the riverside) a number of days after taking this photo, but i am so impervious to bee and wasp stings — i don’t even swell up whatsoever — that it meant nothing to me.  

Not so friendly wasp … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

 

 

 

 

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(In this Halloween Month of October) You Are What You Eat!

October 8, 2018
35 comments

 

 

Here’s a cozy little poem for you in this Halloweenish time of year:

 

Sleep well tonight my little darlings
    Here’s a little factoid to dream about tonight…
Scientists say that people 
    during sleep
each swallow an average of 
    around 8 spiders yearly

A nice warm dark moist place to visit
   Bon Appetit!   

 

 

It’s not little spiders that will really harm you and your children, it’s miseducated, traditional, ordinary people who let the environment go to hell.

 

 

Spider on Wildflower … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Poem for Wifey…

October 6, 2018
30 comments

 

 

When we two
        met
it was the most
        enchanting, beautiful thing
        and it still is
We were destined to be
        togetheryou
        see

 

Torenia Summer Wave Violet … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

 

 

 

 

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Flower

October 5, 2018
21 comments

 

This isn’t one of those fake
       flowers
       all artificial
It is a growing (yard-flower)
       of life
It doesn’t have artificial
       bottle-sprayed
       drops
They are genuine drops
       from the 
       crying skies

What is important
       is not in 
       the pictures you take
       or the money you make
What is important
       is to be
       someone who is 
       not artificial
       and not someone 
       stuck there to be yanked
       from strings by
       mediocrity

 

 

Bellis Pompomette … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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I’m a Vegetarian but…

October 3, 2018
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Many whom i know eat meat.
Some of them have two legs,
some of them have eight.  

 

 

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NOTE:   Now and then, since October is the month of Halloween here in the U.S., i will likely post a few more spider photos than usual; not that spiders are really all that “scary” but that people associate them with Halloween (which is kind of fun and silly at the same time).   🙂

 

 

Spider with Prey … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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This is the Poem that came out of the grave

September 29, 2018
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This is the poem 
that came out of the grave
to tell you what death is.

Everyone has avoided the answer
but here is the answer:

Death is indifference;
Death is mental fragmentation;
Death is accepting immorality;
Death is accepting mortality;
Death is belonging to separatist organizations that
one thinks are “right,” 
and death is the limited space surrounded by boundaries.

 

 

It is very rare to see two Ambush Bugs together with a victim like this.  

Two Ambush Bugs with their Bumble Bee victim on Thistle Plant … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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What the Finger Said…

September 28, 2018
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One finger said
to the other finger,
“I want to be close to you!”
The other finger said,
“I feel that we two are
very close.”
Then they passionately wrapped around
each other intertwining.
A somewhat distant finger (away from
the other two) pointedly said,
“You two seem as if you were made for each other!”

Then, after a considerable time, fingers
of a supposedly separate 
hand jealously came attacking,
and total war broke out.

A real fact is that,
in war,
the winners are the losers.  

 

 

Illinois Meadow Wildflower … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

 

 

 

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We’ll Miss You Gab

September 27, 2018
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You were the best dog ever
and you are with us always
Most people don’t have a clue
about what eternity really entails
but we don’t have that problem

 

 

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Our wonderful, little dog, Gabby (who was over 16 years old), passed away on Monday.   Marla and i really miss her!   Since we don’t have human children, this hits us especially hard.  That little sweetie was perfect in every way.   
We still have a number of other pets, including a Miniature Dachshund, Lola, (who is also quite a sweetie).  

 

Gabby … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Beyond Limited

September 26, 2018
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Let’s pull some forever out of a hat
      mail a kind letter back to oneself
and sit again wisely where always sat

Allow tears to flow back into red eyes
      and dream again of flying as a child
beyond cold gravity… blue skies

 

 

 

Getting ready to fly… Male Clouded Sulpher Butterfly … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018