#organism - Hello Poetry

Absorbing Sun's caring embrace and the water's life, the trees mix them into oxygen for the man, for he has planted the seeds which marked their beginning — organisms vital for wildlife and shelter. The man now receives their appreciation with the maturing of the fruit. To eat it is honoring its purpose and time, for it grew only for you, as a gift. Earth's hospitality was never meant for granted, but be returned to the cycle. It spins like our planet in space, around a warm core and a cold shell. Stars there align to the call of energy designed to dance in gray, and to portray protons and electrons in a chemical reaction, beginning of the first light — pressed lighter igniting candles.

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May 4, 2021

May 4, 2021 at 12:48 PM UTC

Svetli

Appreciation

Absorbing Sun's caring embrace and the water's life, the trees mix them into oxygen for the man, for he has planted the seeds which marked their beginning — organisms vital for wildlife and shelter. The man now receives their appreciation with the maturing of the fruit. To eat it is honoring its purpose and time, for it grew only for you, as a gift. Earth's hospitality was never meant for granted, but be returned to the cycle. It spins like our planet in space, around a warm core and a cold shell. Stars there align to the call of energy designed to dance in gray, and to portray protons and electrons in a chemical reaction, beginning of the first light — pressed lighter igniting candles.

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1. FUNCTION a function (of a function (of a function)⭠⭠⮪ ↳ function (of a function (of a function)) ↑ ↑ function (of a function (of a function)) ↑ ⇅ ↑ function (of a function (of a function))→ → ⤴ 2. CONTRAPTION a cute curvy carbon contraption that salivates at the ringing of a bell that clamps shut when its hairs are touched that flies south for the winter 3. GREEN is the earthworm that eats dirt and ***** soil the lichen that makes barren rock habitable the bees that pollinate so many plants the euglena i seem to breathe, yet am none of these. this makes me a broken Bigbelly blinking in the dark a traffic light saying wait, wait, wait to an empty sidewalk

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Feb 4, 2020

Feb 4, 2020 at 9:35 PM UTC

sheepskyny

organism

1. FUNCTION a function (of a function (of a function)⭠⭠⮪ ↳ function (of a function (of a function)) ↑ ↑ function (of a function (of a function)) ↑ ⇅ ↑ function (of a function (of a function))→ → ⤴ 2. CONTRAPTION a cute curvy carbon contraption that salivates at the ringing of a bell that clamps shut when its hairs are touched that flies south for the winter 3. GREEN is the earthworm that eats dirt and ***** soil the lichen that makes barren rock habitable the bees that pollinate so many plants the euglena i seem to breathe, yet am none of these. this makes me a broken Bigbelly blinking in the dark a traffic light saying wait, wait, wait to an empty sidewalk

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I thought my thoughts were bigger than anyone's. Maybe I was bigger than anyone. This served to isolate me from the fact that I am small, not bigger and I am okay with that. When did it begin? Why would I need this mechanism of living? Did it start at birth? Or when my cat died in our house fire? Maybe... When I lost my father to his mental illness? When he was taken away? Maybe the **** When the trauma set in? If I am a mass of cells, a living organism, vulnerable to this world of others. I need protection. There was none when little. Children need protection. I developed my bigger-self by watching others. I learned to protect. I learned to heal. I learned to forgive, but always, my thoughts were bigger than yours. You didn't recognize so I appeared aloof, angry, bitter, warming, smarter, friendly, volatile, politically correct, patient, intense, stubborn, caring, wistful, shattered and put together again. I was all over the map. I couldn't find my waypoint, until now. This is life's way. Our vehicle is our thoughts. I am not bigger in thought, in action or in self. I am tired of running away, of blaming, of being ashamed. I no longer need protection other than from myself. I am now relaxing in the part I could not have been taught. The idea that even experiences, over and over and over again, would teach me my lesson. You ask why people keep repeating mistakes. This is our allotment. The price each of us pays. It is my thoughts that save me now, wondering about my son, his illness, about my predicament after years of hard work, unabashedly independent, procuring mindfulness, deliberating the Buddhist way, meditating on thoughts, through a maze of my twelve steps that I now for this moment am alone in. My thoughts deconstructed. More connected, but not bigger. My shoulders drop, my face unfurrows, my heart slows, a tear begins if I let it. I am released. I will not suffer further. How can I tell you, I am not bigger any longer and I am at peace.

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Mar 4, 2018

Mar 4, 2018 at 4:10 PM UTC

Highwireart

Bigger

I thought my thoughts were bigger than anyone's. Maybe I was bigger than anyone. This served to isolate me from the fact that I am small, not bigger and I am okay with that. When did it begin? Why would I need this mechanism of living? Did it start at birth? Or when my cat died in our house fire? Maybe... When I lost my father to his mental illness? When he was taken away? Maybe the **** When the trauma set in? If I am a mass of cells, a living organism, vulnerable to this world of others. I need protection. There was none when little. Children need protection. I developed my bigger-self by watching others. I learned to protect. I learned to heal. I learned to forgive, but always, my thoughts were bigger than yours. You didn't recognize so I appeared aloof, angry, bitter, warming, smarter, friendly, volatile, politically correct, patient, intense, stubborn, caring, wistful, shattered and put together again. I was all over the map. I couldn't find my waypoint, until now. This is life's way. Our vehicle is our thoughts. I am not bigger in thought, in action or in self. I am tired of running away, of blaming, of being ashamed. I no longer need protection other than from myself. I am now relaxing in the part I could not have been taught. The idea that even experiences, over and over and over again, would teach me my lesson. You ask why people keep repeating mistakes. This is our allotment. The price each of us pays. It is my thoughts that save me now, wondering about my son, his illness, about my predicament after years of hard work, unabashedly independent, procuring mindfulness, deliberating the Buddhist way, meditating on thoughts, through a maze of my twelve steps that I now for this moment am alone in. My thoughts deconstructed. More connected, but not bigger. My shoulders drop, my face unfurrows, my heart slows, a tear begins if I let it. I am released. I will not suffer further. How can I tell you, I am not bigger any longer and I am at peace.

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From the alluring meadows of plants, and the enchanting wonders that encompass it. Each organism unique, none as much as even bleak. As we grow and split, cell by cell. Animals grow with development, Autotrophs harness sunlight, and breathe in food. An unknown stimuli, compromising all we'll know. Leaving animals free of their golden glow. Their response will soon show, animals in exile from their once snug homes.

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Apr 15, 2017

Apr 15, 2017 at 8:24 PM UTC

ravenpoetry

Stimuli

From the alluring meadows of plants, and the enchanting wonders that encompass it. Each organism unique, none as much as even bleak. As we grow and split, cell by cell. Animals grow with development, Autotrophs harness sunlight, and breathe in food. An unknown stimuli, compromising all we'll know. Leaving animals free of their golden glow. Their response will soon show, animals in exile from their once snug homes.

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Every living thing holds the same value! The tiniest flower that grows through the cracks of a sidewalk is worth the same as the 70 year old Oak tree in your front yard. The man who collects the garbage from your office building is worth the same as the CEO of your company. If you were gone Or if she were gone Or if I were gone Or if that tiny flower got stomped on And giant oak tree Got chopped down The world would be a different place... Even if it only caused the slightest change In oxygen.

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Sep 26, 2014

Sep 26, 2014 at 4:29 PM UTC

Rose-Flows

you=me=he=she=oak tree

Every living thing holds the same value! The tiniest flower that grows through the cracks of a sidewalk is worth the same as the 70 year old Oak tree in your front yard. The man who collects the garbage from your office building is worth the same as the CEO of your company. If you were gone Or if she were gone Or if I were gone Or if that tiny flower got stomped on And giant oak tree Got chopped down The world would be a different place... Even if it only caused the slightest change In oxygen.

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