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 Sep 2014 Paula Lee
Jack
The sound of the wind as it rustles the branches
A bluebird in song as the spring does arrive
Crickets abound with their vocal performance
It’s the music of nature that keeps us alive

Leaves on the path as they crackle and whisper
Soft falling snow as it forms on the ground
Squirrels that chatter from tree top to tree top
All that is nature a beautiful sound

Long distant thunder that rumbles so proudly
As if to say hey there look up at me
Rain on a tin roof that taps us in wonder
These are the sounds we can listen for free

The buzz of a bee as it searches its nectar
Acorns that tumble a thud to the earth
The peep of a new baby sparrow that’s hungry
Wondrous the beauty, the singing of birth

The calling of geese as they soar through the heavens
Trumpeting swans now a’ float on the lake
Children at play as they learn new adventures
A rooster that crows for its time to awake

A fog horn that calls to the lost on the ocean
The crash of a wave as it reaches the shore
Seagulls that scream us their maritime sonnet
Sandpipers squeal as they come back for more

These are the sounds that fill each walk of nature
Symphonies built on what’s real and so true
Songs sung of love that inspire the feelings
Beautiful things that remind me of you
 Sep 2014 Paula Lee
Mike Hauser
God made the heavens with the stars in the sky

Man made the sin so we all must now die

God made the earth and all that's within

Man made the moment in which we all flinch

God made the air that we all breath

Man made pollution so the air we could see

God made the animals to live off the land

Man made the zoos to keep them all in

God made the oceans and all the sea life

Man made the notion to always ask why

God made the flowers and God made the trees

Man makes a mess out of all that he sees

God made the mountains and God made the sands

Man tears it down with progress at hand

God sent the rains to water the earth

In mans complaints there's always a thirst

God made a promise to always be there

Man took that promise and left it somewhere

God said take care of the land and the sea

Man made excuses and lost memory

Out of his love God sent us his son*

I ask of you what has man ever done?
 Sep 2014 Paula Lee
Joe Cole
I have some followers who have never posted a poem
Perhaps they're just people who enjoy reading poetry
But maybe they are just nervous about showing their work
Anyway here's how I view it
An artist makes a charcoal or pencil sketch
Once it looks right they start adding color
A photographer frames the subject and once its right
Takes the photograph
So start by writing a short stanza and then play with the words
You just might surprise yourselves
 Sep 2014 Paula Lee
Derek Yohn
I don't need you to read my words
any more than I want to re-live the past.

This world is burning,
fanaticism is rising,
interests are separating and
this American Dream is lost.

But please, do carry on...

tell me how hard math is,
or how love isn't what you thought it,
or how you cut yourself to feel alive,
or how life isn't fair.

Fill me up with ****** nature poems.

Convince me that sacrifice is what happens
when you give your iPod away
instead of what you read in
after-action reports from Afghanistan.

Tell me it will be okay.

Write me the perfect poem.
 Sep 2014 Paula Lee
Mike Hauser
I hear Albert Einstein's eyeballs
Are packed away in a lock box
Somewhere in New York City
Under golden key and lock

I can't help but wonder
About what it is he sees
Stuffed in that darkened rectangular box
For all of eternity

Do they pull them out and dust them off
Every now and then
Let them look around without a sound
A wink without a grin

Are they kept inside a pickle jar
Or do they roll around freely
These are a few of the questions
That keep confounding me

Do they MC square as they sit there and stare
Do they soak them in Visine
They must dry out rather quickly
With no way to possibly blink

Why would they save Albert's eyeballs
What could they possibly find
Unless they just love the color
Of the brown tint in his eyes
I heard today that they have Albert Einstein's eyeballs in a lock box somewhere in NYC. no idea if its true but it makes for one crazy poem!
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