All Posts Tagged ‘poetry’

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Gold, the Eternal Treasure

November 24, 2017
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Denzel Epinstein ambled with a very crooked leg

         His perceptions,though,were not jaded and askew

Mary Whitnun power-walked with perfect knees and thighs

         Her subservient perceptions were full of broken fragments and distortion

 

Ed Sedentary was perpetually glued to his television

         Temporary things were seen with separation and phosphorescent isolation

Tina Flow appeared to be alone in the golden meadows of nature

         She wasn’t,however,apart from all of the wondrous and magnificent creatures

 

 

 

Grasshopper on Tugged Sunflower (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Grasshopper on Tugged Sunflower (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

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Without Make and How

November 17, 2017
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                                                                      Without

                                                              make and how

                                                      this lit

                                                 tlest no

                                            thing

                                      hap

                                 pens

                            be

                            yond

                                 being

                                      be

                                             coming

                                                   is

                                                         was

                                                                and(of course)

                                                                      will be

 

 

 

 

Male Eastern Tiger Swallowtail (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Male Eastern Tiger Swallowtail (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

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Real Love

November 10, 2017
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Real love can’t be reasoned

        can’t be measured

                        can’t be sold

                        and doesn’t give a damn

              about having tons of $

or a stinking pot of gold

 

Genuine wisdom isn’t pompous

        isn’t pigheaded

                        isn’t forlorn sorrow

                        and won’t ever bring ecstatic truth

        eternal perception and blissful joy

if seriousness is 4 2morrow

 

 

Alfalfa Sulfur Butterflies (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Alfalfa Sulfur Butterflies (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

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Bipedal

November 3, 2017
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[Note:  The following poem is not about the Praying Mantis; it is about the species who manufactured the metal rail that the Mantis is walking across.]

 

Bipedal

Hairy

Tends to dominate other species

Some act with great order and understanding while many are indifferent and uncaring

Often fights other imaginary sub-groups of its own kind

Takes far more — in terms of the domain of other species — than its fair share

Overpopulates its own kind over the entire planet

Covers life-areas with dead concrete

Feels intelligent and superior (while it — all along — ruins the planet)

Most do not realize that they are not separate from the world as a whole

Some are very caring, considerate, and compassionate

Mentally feeds on symbols and images rather than reality

Often uses others for profit

Often blindly follows/obeys power-hungry tyrants in high positions

Some fire projectiles from held devices to put holes in  other species or in others of their own kind… rendering them lifeless

Some warmheartedly stay local, recycle, use alternative energy, and actually help nature and others of their own kind

Others hypocritically claim to love nature while they often needlessly fly for long distances in aircraft that spew out deadly fossil fuels in vast quantities

Most foolishly think that their species is separate from other species

Some refrain from harming multitudinous species who highly value their own existence

Some have real empathy while others are mere thinking/reacting machines

Most abandoned life in the trees and woodlands to become the obedient working slaves of others

Only an extremely small number have been visited by that sacred, eternal energy that is beyond the realm of standard causality and rigid boundaries

Many believe in a dominating super-organism who — up above — happens to be a tail-free ape like themselves

Most subscribe to the very primitive notion that the observer is separate from the observed

A small few exist beyond the shared madness

 

 

 

Shadow of Mantis in the World of Man (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Shadow of Mantis in the World of Man (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

 

 

 

 

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Happy Edentulous Halloween!

October 31, 2017
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Today i will be going to the annual Halloween Party at the school for the multiply handicapped (where i had worked as a teacher before i retired); it should be a hauntingly fun day!

 

I knocked out all

       of my teeth last night

       to cash in big with the Tooth Fairy

       and fill my pockets right

 

I’ll be buyin’ candy wid all of dat cash

       which i’ll sweetly eat right away

       (and the beauty is dat

       i’ll not have to worry about tooth decay!)

 

 

Halloween Tooth Fairy Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

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Halloween Time…

October 30, 2017
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Oh Tin Man

Being empty isn’t a bad thing

It’s a wise magical thing

that radiates compassion

The many that are so full of themselves

heartless

 

 

Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

 

 

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The Greatest Halloween Terror is not a Spider

October 27, 2017
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“He who passively accepts evil is as much involved in it as he who helps to perpetrate it. He who accepts evil without protesting against it is really cooperating with it.” — Martin Luther King, Jr.
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Halloween is a candylicious 

        fun for kids time of year

        and the ugly monster

        with the orangish hair

        (who is a reflection of a sick national immorality)

        is mostly what we should fear

 

 

 

Halloween Spider (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Halloween Spider (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

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Let us go and make our visit…

October 20, 2017
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Thither we go
        into a half-baked poem
        hardly worth reading

We will continue to read it
        despite its repulsive tendencies
        to bring us closer to mediocrity 

unless we allow the eyes to feast
        on the accompanying photos
        which are not as puerile and spineless
        as the poem currently being read

Of course the poem can be
        memorized and recited
        if you’d like to fail to impress your friends
        (who are imprisoned in all standard misconceptions)

Any disreputable poem
        such as this one
        neglects to suggest anything profound
        and declines to mention
        the beauty of nature

You (Mr. Prufrock) heard them each to each
        Go ahead and eat your peach
        I too am an easy tool
        and i too grow old
        (the bottom of my trousers rolled)

 

Enfolded (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Enfolded (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

 

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The leader and the lead… should be obsolete in this day and age.

October 13, 2017
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Here I am riding on the Solar Sunflower Express

        in first class.

Down below,in third class,a lowly soldier beetle rests;

        he has connections on the web

        but he is way below my esteemed riches.

I have my feelers out for the lush,green cash to be had,

        and I feel secure in my dominance and expertise.

As for the servile soldier beetle,well, 

        he better hope that he is fit enough to fight in the 

        battles that I decree.

Now please excuse me while I give some

        top-rate tobacco a little chew.

 

 

 

Riding the Solar Sunflower Express (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Riding the Solar Sunflower Express (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

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The Reader is the Read

October 6, 2017
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In the reading of a poem
the depth of the poem may have meaning
which,coincidentally,depends upon
the depth of the reader
not that the reader and the poem
are necessarily two separate things

If superficiality is involved
it may be with regard to the poem itself
or it may involve the perception of the reader
not that the perception and the reader are separate
not that the poetry and the depth are necessarily separate
as when the reader and the read are not two separate things
which,in a world of tremendous conflict,friction,and division,
might not be a bad thing whatsoever

 

 

Fall (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Fall (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

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Mr. No-One and the Universe

September 29, 2017
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Squeak and Meek each went to take a peek

   and what they saw was delectably ever so sleek

It buttery flowed meltedly through slippery slopes

   and was spattered in sections beyond blind people’s hopes

 

Roly and Poly barrelled into town

   they joined the loud circus and smiley jolly clown

They circled around the rainbowed ice cream shop

   and drove to the intersection then came to a stop

 

Itchy and Stichy yelled into a huge microphone

   and no one heard them since no one was home

And the tree in the forest down with a loud crashing sound

   while the universe sure heard it because the universe was around

 

Skipper and Scatter burst onto the scene

   to become part of this skinny poem and the pickings are lean

What do you expect at this hungry time of day

   like some scrumptious corn on the cob in a splendid flowery kind of way?

 

 

 

Silver-spotted Skipper (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Silver-spotted Skipper (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

 

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Trotting Beyond Limitation

September 22, 2017
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We trot in eternity

          though most see transiency

We move with infinity

          though most react temporarily

We silently sail among endless waves

          they thirst in thought’s bone-dry deserts

We are visited by the timeless

          they are late for their appointments

 

 

 

 

Beyond limitation (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Beyond limitation (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

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Basking beyond the need for belief

September 15, 2017
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A nonmediocre novelty lasted for relaxed nonseparative miles

     as we drove past steady sunflowers who sweetly worshipped the sun

In a divided disorganized planet of perplexed savage wars

     omniscient order majestically does nevertheless easily run

 

Multitudinous millipedes mingled in the downbelow grasses

     as businesslike bumblebees hurriedly bustled in blossoms far up above

And the saintly sun’s devotees seemed to move like precision clockwork

     with a passionate proclivity for life and for love

 

 

 

 

Sunflower Time (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Sunflower Time (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

 

 

 

 

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The Turning of the Key

September 8, 2017
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The turning of the key looked south

         and the room peered deeper into itself

         When the circumscribed room left itself

         it was outdoors where it was no longer a room

         Gentle breezes again looked south

         and the radiant depths of the garden penetrated the mind

 

Oh,dear Emily,that blue fly that interposed upon your death,

         was she very alive in your confined,secluded space?

         Ms.Dickinson,was that stillness what can never die,

         even when the windows,with all their keepsakes,

         fail?

 

 

 

Eternal Blooms (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Eternal Blooms (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

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Past Flying In Time

September 1, 2017
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Past flying in time
beyond because and why
Further than sorrow’s self-pity
Lofty in nature’s design

Pent-up in clover not theories
Peppered impressions
beyond dark desperation
Red glorious sweet tastes like rhyme

 

 

 

Past Flying in Time (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Past Flying in Time (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

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Regarding the Current Abominable, Psychologically Sick, Trump – U.S. White House Administration

August 25, 2017
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Wilting Environment Unless We Change (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Wilting Environment Unless We Change (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

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Surrounded by the crap of others…

August 18, 2017
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We sat at the crossroads between two whys

and because came by and told us we couldn’t

We did anyway

and with great joy ran

And although there wasn’t anything where we were not

we unfolded outside in

to again when returning becomes begin

 

We mulled beyond the lackluster masses

past a jangled jeer of mediocrity

Literally we so deeply immersed in always

even though surrounded by cold clevers 

all permanently flushed by a potty-bowl of transient hows

 

 

Canada Goose Gosling (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Canada Goose Gosling (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

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We

August 11, 2017
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We ascend)from the greatest miracle

        that blindmost think never did happen

We sprightfully spring to always

        beyond death’s empty reasons and hows

We transcend a trillion wishes and billions of prizes

        and jump past dark was into now

 

We beseech the ever small-minded,far from ordinary’s cadaverous lair

        to go beyond all of the cold puppetry and superficial lies

Let’s mail the old status quo to dead Pluto

        and correct corrupt vision(with new purity in their eyes

 

 

Some friends’ tortoise (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Some friends’ tortoise (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

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It’s been a long time together…

August 4, 2017
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We will walk among young wild geese

       and feed them

forgiving them for a velociraptor past

We will forage around elderly humans

       and forgive them

for all the polluted lands and waters

 

 

 

Young Canada Geese (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Young Canada Geese (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

 

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What real poverty is…

July 28, 2017
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There was a very rich man

       (a man with a cadaverous, cold heart) 

       who walked along the barren, indifferent sidewalks

       and, while he walked, he passed

       the splendid flowers and trees by,

        (without looking at their immense beauty).

As he walked, there was a limited separation

       between what was considered to be “a central I” and

       the other thoughts that occurred;

       there was also a large gap or separation

       between his consciousness and profound nature.

 

There was a rather poor man

       (a man with a beneficent, warm heart)

       who walked through the amicable gardens and meadows

       and, while he walked, awareness

       examined the magnificent flowers and trees,

       (smiling at the immeasurable beauty).

As he walked, there was no separation

       between a supposed “central controller”

       and the occurring thoughts;

       additionally, an effortless silence often occurred;

       there was no gap or separation

       between a “his consciousness” and natural beauty.

 

And here is a sweet, little secret that can always unfold:

       The very rich man wasn’t really rich at all, 

       and the rather poor man wasn’t poor

        what

                    so

                          ever.

 

 

Beyond words (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Beyond words (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

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Colors

July 21, 2017
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But even just red

           without any blue

would

           (or to

whom without any who)

           be

a strange sort of absence

           like the death of

a living friend

now pronounced dead

 

Whose endings need

           beginnings

(only as ups

            require their downs)

and in the full spectrum

            of things

certainly

beginnings their endings

need

 

Wherein darkness’s couldn’t

           followed crescent’s moonly would

gingerly

           (surely as trees

fell from leaves)

           and in the grand colored scheme

of things

black seeds of silence sprouted to could

 

Growing (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Growing (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

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Awake

July 14, 2017
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That everywhere is awakingly here

           is ouryourheshemy joy and compassion

           until we

take

        that

               first 

                      step

(which is also quite the

                               last)

           in sequential perpetuity

(at which point some will wonder 

why God doesn’t intervene or

show us the answers)…

We had them all along,you see

           but eyes were kept perpetually closed

just as everyone else’s were

           since we’re a facsimile of them

           and they’re a facsimile of us

           and everything conceived is

            second-hand and artificial

And there are dreams while we sleep

           though most are never really awake

 

 

Baby Katydid on Day-lily (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Baby Katydid on Day-lily (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

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Let all the cadavers lie

July 7, 2017
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Let all the cadavers lie

         where they remain buried in lies

Let fears turn into one beautiful winged insect

         and let wisdom turn to joy

Let whispers turn into songs

         where singing breathes as freedom

Let wise questions become insightful answers

         let ends become beginnings

Let here be where compassion helps

         while indifference goes to grass

Let the earth’s winds increase exponentially

         as nature’s rage to pollution and carelessness

Let all the hateful hurt turn to kindness

         as sweetly flowers smile

Let descending mutate to ascending

         rendering death nonexistent for forever

Let the future be now

         where the past will happen

 

 

From Fear to Damselfly (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

From Fear to Damselfly (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

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Take a Gander (They’re your children — and responsibility — too)…

June 30, 2017
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The other day

           the shoreline went for a walk

It saw dogs walking their people

           and it saw goslings swimming with joy

 

Laughing kites were what it saw

           and blankets on grass eating strawberries

And(i’ll tell yew the leastlittlest of secrets)

           we aren’t really separate from what we experience

 

After a while,the trees and shoreline sat 

            on a wooden bench to rest

Eyelids shut themselves and there(for a while or forever)

           was(beautifully too)no

           thing

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[Note:  If we ruin the environment and casually let callous, pigheaded politicians ruin our environment… (while doing nothing about it), we will be forever etched in time as the cadaverous indifferent… and we will be the malignant enemies of all life.  Period.]

Strolling with the kids (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Strolling with the kids (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

 

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This Movement

June 23, 2017
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           This movement wishes to go

through life helping others

(who are,themselves,part of 

           the movement of life).

 

           This movement wishes to be

life’s companion,not life’s enemy;

it doesn’t want to merely harm

           or exploit life.

 

           It wants to root itself in with

the majestic oak trees

and share in their

           growth and freedom.

 

           This movement wants to put its arms

around Mother Nature 

and gently walk with her

            beyond the synthetic and man-made.

 

           This movement would like to

somehow share

the eternal secret of life

           (that exists beyond all conclusions).

 

 

 

Mayfly Resting (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Mayfly Resting (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

 

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Poetry…

June 16, 2017
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Note:   Our internet crashed due to a violent storm.  I cannot correspond with any of you until it is fixed, hopefully in a week or two. My postings have been prescheduled, so they will continue.  It’s storming as this additional note is being typed on a tiny cellphone.

 

 

Note:  The following reflects my personal outlook regarding the best types of poetry; if the poetry that you write or that you happen to be fond of is not of the type that i most admire, it does not mean that it is not valid poetry for you; (it does not mean that it is not interesting to me ; one finds many types of poetry interesting).  Everyone has different tastes.  Please do not be offended if the following poem does not reflect your viewpoints on poetry.

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If it takes your breath away

           and helps you see the world with less fragmentation,

then that’s poetry

 

If it encourages you to take better care

           of Mother Nature and of yourself(who is part of her),

then that’s poetry

 

If it goes beyond mediocrity,sameness,and bourgeois values…

           causing you to not merely see through others’ eyes,

then that’s poetry

 

If it takes away the crass separation between

           the observer and the observed,

then that’s poetry

 

If it merely enthusiastically entertains you 

            without a profoundly deeper meaning,

then that’s not poetry

 

If it merely helps you to fit in

           with the copiers,the mimics,and the perpetually indifferent,

then that’s not poetry

 

If it fixates you with more mere details to maintain a blindspot 

           regarding truth for the rest of your so-called life,

then that’s not poetry

 

If it helps you to see

           beyond the ordinary,

then that’s poetry

 

If it peels away your stiff,robotic dependence

           on the patterns and symbols of others,

then that’s poetry

 

If it comes to you uninvited,silently in the middle of the night

           bringing immense insight,true bliss,and vast understanding,

then that’s poetry

 

If it helps you to actually feel

           rather than to merely mechanically react and think,

then that’s poetry

 

House Hunting (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

House Hunting (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

 

 

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That’d be not ignoring the health of the environment…

June 9, 2017
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These isn’ts and aren’ts

           care not beyond what they were taught

which(by the way)wasn’t worth mentioning

 

These can’ts and nevers

           trapped in sorrow’s mustn’ts and measures

never really move(though free they think they are)

 

When’ll “wouldn’t have a clue” ever transcend

           shouldn’t’s dominance?

Mightn’t hasn’t’s pain 

           be why’s responsibility?

 

Where’ll we be when we transcend mankind’s empty should’ves

            to,instead,keep nature’s ’tisn’ts always from happening?

 

 

Great Blue Heron (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Great Blue Heron standing on one leg. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

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When the Observer is the Observed…

June 2, 2017
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If trees could swim

           and rocks could crawl

           perception would rise

           and feet would fall

 

When ladders climb

           and coffee cups drink

           wisdom would flourish

           as thoughts needn’t think

 

Boats went rowing 

           as plants watered themselves

           books read their contents

           and nestled in shelves 

 

Leaves went hopping

           while photos sat still

           up went down

           and deception went nil

 

 

Toadingly you (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Toadingly you (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

 

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All Hail the Queen!

May 26, 2017
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She’s the most regal queen 

         that ever walked the earth

She servants in the hundreds has

         who depend on her for birth

 

Royal jelly fed to her 

         for a weighty amount of time

formed her different from the rest

         and kept her in her prime

 

Bees are Nature’s gift to flowers

         and to blossoming trees

Without them not as much beauty

         dancing in the breeze

 

If their kingdom you would love 

         to honor and reverently bless

consume more organics and in your monarchical yard

         spray chemicals much less

 

 

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[The larger bee — in the center of the top photo, with the gold marking placed on its back — is the Queen.  In the bottom photo, young bee larva can be seen in the comb (that the worker bees have been feeding).  Many thanks to Chad McGinnis for allowing me to photograph; Chad is the beekeeper of these fine bees.]

Queen bee and worker bees (bees of Chad McGinnis) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Bee Larva and Bees. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

 

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Poem of One

May 19, 2017
23 comments

 

Of course,everything that we ever warmly saw

       was exactly what we were

With this,clocks might disagree

       or limited walls of where

       just as when the frost yawns

       or the tide jumps

       or the winds,in their caprice,

       change their minds about moving

 

Suddenly they shouted

       and their shout was what we were

       and always will be

       as when the sun and flowers

       dance so close that each

       the other is

       or how birds fly in unison

       as one organism

       together but not

       as many

 

Like when the poetic words

       and the reader are

       not two separate things

       when why the she and he

       of love is not

       the cold separatist

       apart from analysis

 

Dancing (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Dancing (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

 

 

 

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White Faced Circus Clown…

May 12, 2017
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There was a white faced circus clown

           On odd days he would smile

           On even days he would frown

He said he wished more people were odd like him

           with juggling all the whiles

 

There was a white faced circus clown

           who could easily summersault

           He realized that most thought that they were separate

from what they see

           but that it was not their fault 

 

There was a white faced circus clown

           who earned their whistles and cheers

           He helped them leave their troubles behind

though they were not separate

           from their fears

 

There is a little circus clown

           with long orange floppy awkward feet

           and if you ever meet with him

(who you are too)

           you’re in for quite a treat

 

White Faced Circus Clown (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

White Faced Circus Clown (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

 

 

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Springing from Youth… (Don’t let it ever happen)…

May 5, 2017
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These old shoes

           finished with hopscotching

           on colorful sidewalks

           and have put red and blue marbles

           and jump-ropes into cessation

 

These wrinkled hands

           interred their baseball bats and ping pong balls

           deep into the cobwebbed past

           and forgot about sweet kites soaring

           amongst the bluest of skies

 

Old,impaired eyes

           traded the joy of simple flower-filled days

           for the complexity of money

           while they finished with oak trees

           and became buried in paperwork

 

Enjoying the Flowers (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Enjoying the Flowers (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

 

 

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Zilch…

April 28, 2017
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Diddle and Twiddle each played

          their own fiddle

          and since there were only two of them playing

No one was in the middle

 

They played tactfully(and as Diddle

          ejected a bit of spittal)

          Twiddle nervously giggled and said,

“It seems to be starting to drizzle”

 

Next,Diddle remarked,

          “Please don’t piddle;

the rhyme does have a middle”

 

And then,in his transmittal,Twiddle said,

           “This poem seems to

           have a riddle”

           Then,his third brother,No one,said,

           “I’m just a triple nobody

           stuck here in the middle,

          so please do not belittle”

 

And it’s enlightening to psychologically exist

           as nothing

With that,you need not quibble

 

[Note:   The following are photos of an old dead tree that is adjacent to a large, local hospital.   It is situated within the hospital grounds, right next to where many handicapped parking spots exist.  Almost as if it had been in tune with the comings and goings of the patients, face shapes exist in places where the tree’s bark fell off.  How many “faces” can you see within the tree’s patterns?]

Faces in the wood (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Faces in the wood (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

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Are you involved with the Poem of Questions?

April 21, 2017
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?Are you evaluating this poem

      as it is being read

?Are you wondering what the motive is

      behind the writing of this poem

?Is a good poem a poem that helps

      you to look at yourself without distortion,

      without fragmentation,without preconceived judgments

?Is a question within a poem 

      a good thing to exist as

?Is the mind really separate 

      from the questions that are asked of it

?Is Saturday near,but the living organisms

      (that one looks at)…distant

?Why would a question mark exist

     at the beginning of a written question

?Can real empathy exist when there is 

      distance and separation

?Is intelligence without empathy and compassion

      a superficial kind of intelligence

?Is “More all Day?” a cholesterol-laden,superficial question, 

       or is it a deep question from entities who really care about human beings

?Can one blossom beyond mediocrity

       and staleness

Is one separate from the words 

      of this poem?

 

More All Day? Hooray! (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

More All Day? Hooray! (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

 

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Citi-zens of da U.S. of A., are your Taxes in?

April 14, 2017
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Sweetest little red thing

                     sitting in the trees 

can PeterPan fly whenever he wants to

                     into the breeze

 

Precious tiny life

                     looking all around

needn’t pay taxes

                     wears a feathered crown

 

Beyond the Internal Revenue So-called Service (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Beyond the Internal Revenue So-called Service (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

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The Smile and the Frown that were swallowed by a Crocodile…

April 7, 2017
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An elemental Frown

wore a serendipitous gown

and danced with a Smile all around

 

They flowed through the night–

what a breathtaking sight–

if only there was enough light

 

Eventually,the Frown was kissed by the Smile

It was most definitely worthwhile

until both were swallowed by an enormous crocodile

 

The crocodile swam west

as his gastric juices began to digest

(and inside his stomach muscles)both were depressed

 

The crocodile choked

The two were ejected,soaked

Happily,as they ran away,they were very stoked

 

Though both were together,the Frown disappeared

and a Grin kissed a Smile next to his beard

(while the crocodile hunted,just as we feared)

 

As for the croc,well,he inherited Frown’s prior frustration

as he slowly died of starvation

Now,museum kept,he’s under sterling preservation

 

One mean, old Croc! Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

One mean, old Croc! Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

 

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Political Leaders (especially those against green energy) are a sign of Primitive Life on any Planet…

March 31, 2017
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One wishes that things were much better, such that one could just blog about wildlife and nature’s flowers, but they are not.  The ship of the world, whether we realize it or not, is in a very precarious condition and it, due to indifference, is most definitely sinking; too many of us are walking around as if we are on a luxury cruise.  

 

In ancient Rome, the conniving politicians held the masses in complacency by providing them with plenty of entertainment in the Colosseum; there were many forms of entertainment that involved death.   Now, dancing from the strings of fossil fuel corporations and big industry, most politicians robotically react, and people get big fossil fuel transportation vehicles to have a lot of fun in.  If all fossil fuels ended today, our atmosphere would remain critically polluted for 60 years.   At the Colosseum, there was a lot of indifference among the endless entertainment back then; many of us haven’t changed from that paradigm whatsoever.

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The fusty,old politicians have succeeded,so far,

      at keeping myriads of us(in this particular

galaxy)at bay

 

So many of us sit complacently,hog-tied mentally,

      while hitching a ride with hypocrisy

laughing at jokes along the way

 

Most of us should be pronounced DOA(not

      necessarily down in any hospital,but just

psychologically,upstairs)

 

They divert our minds,consume our integrity,

      and want us to philander with superficiality

as we lower our underwear

 

Old, antiquated, and in control. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Old, antiquated, and in control. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Old, antiquated, and in control. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Old, antiquated, and in control. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

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We need to evolve beyond having “leaders”…

March 17, 2017
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Look what having leaders has gotten us so far!

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At the forefront of all the political drivel

            kingsize greed and the lust for power

            reigned supreme

 

While(elsewhere beyond “will be”)supple intelligence 

            innocently perceives without the cadaverous trappings

            of frigid and oblivious experience

 

The more one gropes for it,the more it eludes

            and our complex and fearless leaders(full of fear)

            are too disconnected to simply see it

Ice cold bureaucrats (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Ice cold bureaucrats (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

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Impossibilities?

March 10, 2017
15 comments

Like an ocean spray in Iowa

Like a tidal wave in the middle of the Sierra 

Like a wise man aiming his gun to kill

Like a happy tree frog  in an early March snowfall

Like up without any down

Like a “For Sale” sign on Europa

Like mind not separate from poem and fundamentally changing

Sticking to the facts (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Sticking to the facts (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Sticking to the facts (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Sticking to the facts (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

 

 

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Mushroom Tree Communication

March 3, 2017
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looming flux(therefour)

          from symbiotic muck

summoned by Mother Oak

          now spurt from mycelium

to merge near and welcome baby

 

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By Dr. Mercola:

The name mycorrhiza literally means fungus-root.  These fungi form a symbiotic relationship with the plant, colonizing the roots and sending extremely fine filaments far out into the soil that act as root extensions. Not only do these networks sound the alarm about invaders, but the filaments are more effective in nutrient and water absorption than the plant roots themselves—mycorrhizae increase the nutrient absorption of the plant 100 to 1,000 times.

In one thimbleful of healthy soil, you can find several MILES of fungal filaments, all releasing powerful enzymes that help dissolve tightly bound soil nutrients, such as organic nitrogen, phosphorus, and iron. The networks can be enormous—one was found weaving its way through an entire Canadian forest, with each tree connected to dozens of others over distances of 30 meters.

These fungi have been fundamental to plant growth for 460 million years. Even more interesting, mycorrhizae can even connect plants of different species, perhaps allowing interspecies communication.

More than 90 percent of plant species have these naturally-occurring symbiotic relationships with mycorrhizae, but in order for these CMNs to exist, the soil must be undisturbed. Erosion, tillage, cultivation, compaction, and other human activities destroy these beneficial fungi, and they are slow to colonize once disrupted. Therefore, intensively farmed plants don’t develop mycorrhizae and are typically less healthy, as a result.

Communication (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Communication (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Communication (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Communication (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

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Our Universe is Expanding…

February 24, 2017
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Our universe is expanding(the slick scientists say)

            We’re headed in that direction,come what may

Elite physicists tell us all about energy and power

            But to me,they’re like a bug on a little,swelling flower

 

They’re studying their “Big Bang” and its incipient phases

            like a spider on a protuberant bud who inquisitively gazes

But the eternal whole can’t be understood by studying mere sections,

            nor by looking from a bogus center that is a primitive projection

Studying the Universe (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Studying the Universe (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Studying the Universe (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Studying the Universe (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

 

 

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This little world…

February 17, 2017
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This little world needs more jubilance and wholeness

         and intense insight and sound compassion

This little round place doesn’t need fossil fuels

         nor indifference that kisses the behind of out-dated political drivel                  

         and doesn’t need complacency when separation and

         fragmentation devour all inside and out

Frozen in Time (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Frozen in Time (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Frozen in Time (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Frozen in Time (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

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When the Universe asks Itself an Immense Question…

February 10, 2017
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upon the universe

                    only one extensive thing was asked,

                    and the asking was without

an “I” doing the asking

 

when the universe asks

                    itself an immense question, 

                    there is no need for a fallacious(little)”I”

(and there is no self in the vastness of eternity)

 

so,the next time you

                    have something infinitely special to ask,

                    negate the pottylittle psychological you

and the answer may be in the question

Chicory Bloom with Insect Visitors (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Chicory Bloom with Insect Visitors (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Chicory Bloom with Insect Visitors (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Chicory Bloom with Insect Visitors (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

 

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Beyond the mind’s “would be’s” and “should be’s”…

February 3, 2017
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Beyond the mind’s “would be’s”  and “should be’s”

                    and “maybe’s”

Beyond all “could be’s” and “shall be’s” 

                    and “rabies”

exists an effortless awareness not just of

                  death’s parameters and time’s “crazies”

 

Beyond what tries,lies,and sighs

                    Beyond what must propagandize and theorize

Beyond the “why’s” Beyond revise

Beyond everything that can

                (infixatedeyes)hypnotize,

exists a wisdom beyond all

                    “I’s”

Tyrannosaurus rex at the museum (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Tyrannosaurus rex at the museum (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Tyrannosaurus rex at the museum (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Tyrannosaurus rex at the museum (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

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Beautifully

January 27, 2017
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One leaf drips 

d

           o

                    w

                              nwardly

as trees molt

                    melt

                               ing

                                         ly

One hate argued

                    accusingly

as statues marbelized 

                    motionlessly

Five thoughts sprung

                    sepa rately

when a spider watched

                    wordlessly

This bliss occurred

                    effortlessly

while friction tapered

                     thankfully

When science acquired

                    argumentatively

two plants burst

                    breathlessly

One whole gleaned

                    gracefully

as truth lived

                    lovingly

Four responses rattled

                    residually

ten beliefs bashed 

                     barbarously

Red kites journeyed 

                    joyfully

and tenderness touched

                    transcendentally

A doctor prescribed

                    passionately

as insights envisaged

                    expansively

The Spider Watched Wordlessly (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

The Spider Watched Wordlessly (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

The Spider Watched Wordlessly (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

The Spider Watched Wordlessly (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

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Beyond Sadness…

January 20, 2017
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Happiness is

          a stringed balloon

tied to a kite

          that flies so noon

 

Sadness is

          a melancholy frown

that never looks up

          and always looks down

 

Wisdom is

          a tiny winged creature

that sprung from a worm

          without the sermon’s preacher

Tiny 'n Winged (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Tiny ‘n Winged (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Tiny 'n Winged (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Tiny ‘n Winged (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

 

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Wise Blossoms Flower Beyond Preserve…

January 13, 2017
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Here are very many nevers

                    each inexorably not together

There are ever few always

                    flying higher than the tall trees

 

?Why are there so many (shall be)s

                    striving for littlesome (maybe)s

?Why can’t feathers ask us why

                    when does wishing stop to try

 

?When did slow turn to fast

                    where did time change at last

In the deep of round no wonder

                    lightning cracks and speaks as thunder

 

As the toadstools dance and bloom

                    eons pass across your room

Zygotes form when gametes curve

                    wise blossoms flower beyond preserve

The wisdom of flowers (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

The wisdom of flowers (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

The wisdom of flowers (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

The wisdom of flowers (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

 

 

 

 

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Once upon an if

January 6, 2017
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Once upon an if

                    possibilities happened

among all probabilities

                    entwined in dull securities

 

Twice upon a flower

                    within vase and water

away from fellow meadow bloomers

                    close to drunken baby boomers

 

Thrice upon a never

                    love’s blanket enfolds all

unknownst to feigning pretenders 

                    beyond the cruel offenders

 

Countless upon an always

                    far from cold pugnacity

joyful in sublimity

                    splendid in divinity

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eternalfountainofyouth.com

Countless Upon an Always (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Countless Upon an Always (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Countless Upon an Always (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Countless Upon an Always (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

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Two Special Poems about my dear Uncle Lefty

December 30, 2016
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When my dear uncle Lefty was in prison

          he wasn’t keen about Loop Quantum Cosmology at all

He was much more interested in the thickness

          of his cold prison cell wall

 

When my dear uncle Lefty finally left prison

          he wasn’t interested in visiting me nor my uncle Ed

He was more intent on staying permanently stiff

          and forever remaining dead

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[Note:    The attached photograph is either of my uncle Lefty (who may or may not exist) or of a model of a Neanderthal at the Chicago Field Museum.  Which is it?  I won’t tell you, but i do have a big smile on my face as this is being written.]

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          When my dear uncle Lefty was in prison

he’d secretly dig at his cell wall whenever there was loud thunder

           When my dear uncle Lefty finally got out of prison

the digging was all conveniently done for him(as he was six feet under)

My dear uncle Lefty (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

My dear uncle Lefty (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

My dear uncle Lefty (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

My dear uncle Lefty (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

 

 

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Pristine Order

December 23, 2016
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When pristine order

            spreads out to apparently be disorder

well,we’ll be in the disorder then

            even though the spreading out

really is not separation

 

When the winged bird 

            spreads her wing feathers

well,we’ll be the flying then

            even though the wing feathers

do not dwell as separation

 

When the present time

            spreads out to apparently become the future

well,we’ll be the movement then

            even though the past and future

do not dwell as separation

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[Note:  We need to look at existence in totally new ways, ways that are intelligent (and no longer primitive) and that reflect real discoveries about reality and time.  Time is not what we have preassumed it to be.  One, personally, has realized this stuff decades ago.  This, spiritually and philosophically, has very deep implications.  It may very well be that the past is not just gone or that the future does not yet exist.  Take the time to watch the video that is at the bottom section of this posting (following my photos), please.  Additionally, there is a fuller version of this documentary; go to YouTube, and look up “The Illusion of Time, Full Documentary.”]

Well, we'll be the flying then (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Well, we’ll be the flying then (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Well,we'll be the flying then (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Well,we’ll be the flying then (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016