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Boar Man, from THE WOMAN WHO COULD EAT WOOD

Boar Man


Boar Man was the best at
his job of eating food waste.
He didn’t mind
the truly horrible taste.

Regrettably he’d lost all his friends
because every time he opened his mouth
flies and creepy-crawlies
went into their mouth.

Competition Instead of Cooperation

competition instead of cooperation
we are growing they say 
but how 

are we growing fat  in hatred
or are we growing slim 
in love 

we are growing they say 
but how 

are we growing big in lies 
Or small in truth 

yet we are growing 
I just wonder how 

how we are growing
are we growing up well 
or are we growing up dying
to live 

yet we are growing 
yes we keep growing

but were are we growing to 
even when we grow 
how do we grow

are we growing 
when there are so many
in need out their in the third world 

are we growing when food waste 
in some part of the world
while their are too many hungry 
stomach in so many places 

are we growing when 
truth is dying 
about to be buried 
far away from our existence

are we growing when 
our soul remains stagnant
no spiritual growth 
cos no more common sense

yet we are growing
growing in a world of 
competition instead of cooperation

Premium Member Beyond the Rainbow's End

At the end of our rainbow, we're so often told,
is an awesome reserve of a pot filled with gold.
At the end of my rainbow, no treasure for me
in the form of gold coins to use up selfishly.

At the end of my rainbow, inside my own pot,
they'll be wishes come true deep within to allot.
Like a resolute peace, in each country on Earth;
no more conflicts or war...oh, just think of the mirth!

To see total mankind as a genus of one,
for inside we're the same, from one God we do come.
Find the cure for diseases...their mysteries solved;
so the curse of these monsters is truly dissolved.

Find a way to stop hunger, both here and abroad;
with new food waste reduction plans, we can applaud.
Revise government rules to be fair, not corrupt;
make new laws so that violence does not erupt.

To respect our dear Earth, follow her wisdom too;
with her laws keep in sync in whatever we do.
At the end of my rainbow, instead of bright gold, 
they'll be wishes come true for mankind to behold.


January 20, 2016

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