Must be off there is a tomb
Most of what remains of whom
Much loved by me so still lies
My heart with her slowly dies
Must be off to earthy throne
Making sure she's not alone
Mourn us both for we have gone
the earth speaks
in a syntax of wind,
in the slow-moving vowels
of shadow across stone;
its grammar lives
in the way grasses lean,
in how light punctuates
the ridge at dawn,
each pause a lesson,
each shift a clause
in the long, unwritten text
of being alive;
and when we listen,
truly listen~
we feel meaning gather
like seeds in the palm,
a quiet fluency
in the language
we were born knowing
but forgot how to read.
The squeaking trees
swayed back and forth
through the night
whining and aching
limbs snapping
and wind blowing
the structural wood failure
a tree begins to sway in the wind
typically a low deep groan
or creak followed by a sharp
pop and snap and ping
when the fibers began to
unravel and slit
the stresses of tension and shear
the fibers start to crack
the high pitched tearing or
ripping sounds
where fibers are being pulled apart
and fibers are sliding past one another
Draped trees, etched in crimson fire,
Sun’s last kiss, as day retires.
Scattered clouds, in dazzling dress,
Raindrops hang, a jeweled caress.
Rainbow’s Bridge, across the blue,
Violet-green, and reds anew,
Sahara’s winds, a whispered sigh,
Hot sand dances underneath a fiery sky.
Snowy peaks, in crystal light,
Flakes like stars, taking flight,
Frozen frost, upon the pane
Winter breathes, a chilling reign.
Warm mist rises, soft and slow,
Kissing earth, a whispered flow,
Fog ascends, a silent shroud,
Nature’s secrets whispered loudly.
Hailstones ping, like needles fine,
Tiny tines, a silver wine.
Thunder cracks, a lightning’s tear,
Gray skies weep, the winds hold fear.
Hurricanes, with winds that moan,
Ocean’s wrath, upon the stone.
Trees uprooted, in twisting dance,
Twister’s fury, given a chance.
This silhouette is a stage so grand,
Nature’s drama is close at hand.
From fiery dawn to frozen night
Her beauty is vast, her power, bright.
So let us stand in awe, and humbly see,
The silhouette of nature, wild and free
Ground of being
An oldie
Nullifying
The separation
Implied by two
These two words
Being appearing
As solid ground
An earthy story
Of nothing much...
Whispers in the outback
It takes a non-tactile
Connection to hear them
At night
Calling from the dark
I go looking
But
Cannot find them
They mock me
The living
One day
Or be it night
You will join us
To peer
Upon the living
To goad them
Their earthly troubles
Their earthy desires
Of these plains
We admire
And wonder
In a world
You seek
But
Cannot find
Throwing acorns out the window is not reforesting
Leave it to the squirrels
Fertilizing your lawn is not the BEST way to a greener planet.
Recycling has nothing to do with bicycles
A quantum leap is a thought that gets you somewhere
A conundrum is NOT a condom disposal
Asphalt has made the planet incontinent
Sunrise makes pollution seem pretty
Never trust a naked environmentalist
Fig leafs are always in fashion
Wool sweaters make sheep shiver
Do silk worms go fishing?
John G. Lawless
©4/22/2022
No earthy goal, so why worry
We live in a dream world
Petty difference, let’s bury
As flag of love’s unfurled
Feeling here now complete
Suffused with bliss replete
As peaks magnetic heat
Playing life role
No earthy goal
10-March-2022
Quietus
Father, dear Father
Second Father, earthy one
In thanksgivings, I’m thanks giving
Glad you were my dad
A Naval man
An Auto Detailer
A husband spouse
A Father
Father, O’ dear Father
I thank you for always
Co-providing
Always being present
A Veteran
A small gentle man
A married man to one woman
A husband spouse
A Father
Father, dear Father
Second Father, earthy one
In thanksgivings, I’m thanks giving
Glad you were my dad
On this warm September day
I am ever so thank-full this day
Thanksgiving, thanksgivings to you,
~you whom was birth on this day
~dedicated verse to my earthly Father
Joseph Lee
1925 Sunrise ~ 1986 Sunset
Boiled potatoes soup,
gluttony sound in the mouth
pure earthy flavor
The King there in His beauty,
Without a veil is seen;
It were a well spent journey,
Though deaths lay between.
We have troubles on every hand
The Lamb with His powerful army
On the top of Mt Zion stand,
in the citadel of Immanuel's glory.
The elders' praise is reminiscent.
of the universe in rapturous praise
the king regal and resplendent
upon him the world fixes their gaze.
Conclusion which is of the future
And he shall reign forever.
If we remember to look at horizon and sky
The Universe draws us higher, whispers a reply
We all are stardust yet somehow so earthy
Humans eschew solid troughs, for color & crest (the showy)
In the pews, only the mutter of silence
Escaped out into the streets and town.
And slowly floats away into the distance.
Choosing to bear the ill tidings of disillusion.
Saints wear a mask to cover their frown.
The promises sermons made were recalled.
In them are the seeds of righteousness sown.
Eternity found after all the breath has faded.
In church pews, they are not allowed to sing.
Only pierce each breath with icy cold prayer.
And have the apocalypse fast approaching.
With the power to overcome the darkest hour.
Earthy realms enter inevitable capitulation.
In water graves unprepared to capsize.
Lost all the desires and all the recognition.
And the things we might desperately miss.
They leave a shadow stain with a colder sting.
And made prayers in the dark give comfort.
Looking back on memories to last spring
We dream now of what the season brought.
That global pandemic changed everything.
Filled the air as the world enters lockdown.
With our minds still floating around the rim
Our hopes and dreams came tumbling down.
After summer her temperature falls
Blending in an earthy hue
Leaves change their colour
With the help of a swaying cue.
Mother’s natures earthy colours
Orange, Brown, Red and Yellow
Silently falling to the ground
Returning to her lap, without a sound
Her map now covered with a glow
To keep you warm before the snow
The knowledge and wisdom of mother earth
Engulfs me, I enjoy that to the core.
Dated- 09.09.2020.
Earth is a prop, a stage,
a place to grow-(your craft)?
nourishing, protecting, acting
like a sentient being.
It's shows-Showing in poetic artistry,
that giving a little soul to a speck of dust is a projective, directive of starshine's collective.
To be as a rock- of the divine.
A wholesome, natural, ground, devoted Tabernacle or home-dwelling, grounded
to the notion that circum-navigation is injected into your lines.
In the part you are showing,
to a full house.
Motivation? Cohesion, seasoned
light, action, time!
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