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As you look up to a clear night sky Don’t you see that your problems Are very small compared to 13.8 billions Of years of creation, though it looks like it Was created seven days ago, this perfection The Big Dipper, Cassiopeia and nature And the moon that I see my problems Just want to shrink and melt away from My mind. And though my worries come to screaming halt I see that that the wonder of it all also erases the problems all Together. Though the problems never really disappear They are just smaller in size Nature as that affect on your issues Be it the stargazing Or be walking into the forest This for billions of years giving it More healing power then all the medicine There is, Don’t you see the great power of the nature and the cosmos! Don’t you see the pure artistry that comes in crafting the Big Dipper And 87 other constellations Don’t you see the detail in nature, and the might of Orion.
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May 23
May 23, 2026 at 8:48 AM UTC
Dont you see
I love you as the desert loves the dunes As the dahlias love the bees Like the orioles that are colored maroon Love to sing in key I love you as the sea loves the moon As the anemone loves the clown fish Like the color purple loves blue As you mix it together with hues of red in a dish I love you as the mountains love the sky As the stars love the heavens Like the trinkets love magpies Like a Pisces loves the number seven I love you as the ants love honeydew As fish love moving water Like rainbows love vibrant hues Like the rivers love otters I love you as children love sunsets As cats love catnip Like an addict loves a cigarette It’s an unbreakable habit
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Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 1:32 PM UTC
Maroon Oriole
Today I woke a happy fellow Saw dancing daisies in the meadow The sun was up to greet me so With golden smile all aglow Its rays of light of sparkling bliss Did plant upon my cheek a kiss Then wrapped me in warmful embrace And set my beating heart apace For springtime's grace has superseded Savage winter which we heeded Its colours blend a joyful soul With heavenly palms we extol The beautiful spring that whispers love That fits my hand just like a glove Today I am a happy fellow Dancing daisies in the meadow
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Sep 7, 2023
Sep 7, 2023 at 9:03 AM UTC
Dancing Daisies
Sitting here in the car with the windows semi-down there is a bloom of content as the door is swung open to receive a cool breeze which breaths on my face and glides over my feet relishing their woodland walk my body embracing the warmth of the end of May as Springtime collides into summer
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May 27, 2023
May 27, 2023 at 10:52 AM UTC
Almost Summer
Watching the snow fall Touching the pavement, pelting the wall, Melts time and time again, and call and call On windy hilltops soft in the flow Brighter and brighter, the streetlamps glow, The robin orange-red breast on show.
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Jan 4, 2022
Jan 4, 2022 at 12:16 PM UTC
A View from the Window
There is a place hidden deep within the forest Where the moss grows Dark emerald green a pride of trees gather to conceal those green, growing things Places above the forest floor birds raise their young living fragile though unafraid the cricket and the whippoorwill alike Find a home on the forest floor All the sweet smelling grasses Grow uninhibited while A soft gentle rain, a shower Nourishes life beneath the sun Leaves, trees and grass soft to the touch let footsteps roam Above the branches lift high a canopy To shield all those below From a storm or sudden shower While a rainbow is born consummate of rain with sun Sweet smells grow sweeter still Mingling and mixing in green places Where the moss grows
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Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 8:55 AM UTC
Where Moss Grows
I was standing in front of the pale blue sea It's water was shining in the sun, It was unexpectedly hot today And I felt how smooth, soft as cotton sand covers my feet. I heard wind going "swish" and "swosh" like a whistling man It was so close it even kinda scared me down. The feeling was amazing - relaxing, calming and light This place is heaven And those were the best moments of my life.
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Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 7:12 AM UTC
Vacation
Birds and bats fly at the same pace Lads claiming been to outer space Some just cant find a trace, Of the truth that lies within their space Some laugh at the poetry of craze But a driven mind always slays Trying to find a single trace Of a mere fault in the perfect place Managed everything so fragile, Two words and a never ending space Though some cant tie a lace And some just cant embrace The truth of life and the short race, Striving to comprehend the confusing space
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Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 2:06 AM UTC
'The Perfect Space'
as i gaits around the pavement under the sun with my weary heart wrapped in my pockets wind whispers to my ears lonely tree swayed its branches sad and blue leaves fell on the ground swept by the summer wind i lift my head up and stretch my arms gave him a hug my heart jumped out as he hugged me back maybe we're gonna be best friends so I climbed up on him and threw my weary heart into the space
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Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 3:18 PM UTC
the lonely tree
as soon as these blue speckled socks go, that's it. A new bright black death.A solemn weir on a stark horizon.Give me a reason to wear color. My hueless affidavit runs me into the Earth, where I sprout up a pallid keb- brain orf'd, you could drag my etiolated ebon body through the ovine fold or take me to the theater. When I was just a minor teg, I sheared my mim kip, I fuckinggave it to you outright. In this little cote my wan mien nigrifying; my calamitous black, quaffed full of congou in demitasse, of souchong & saucers. My atrous wethered body albicantly degenerating in the atrous sun. I'm crusting over with wanness and you, you're fortifying in the cwm where I used to yaff and stray. Your ovivorous hunger,something I never knew, when first you came for my jecoral flesh, just another bot digging through my soft toison. Like Dall's Prometheus being sheared from the flock-you cut me away. In this drab and achromic world, you put the wanness in my flesh, the gid in my heart. Still. Just these blue socks are left.
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 5:20 AM UTC
Mew