Seasons Metaphor Poems

A Mid-Summer Cosmic Awareness Cry

The blue sky’s white clouds, once happy, became weary;
Tears flowed slowly down until a blinking loud outburst occurred:-

Following this occurrence, cloud...

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We dont have to use our voice to scream
Because a voice isn't just words
It's art, it's our presence, it's how we exist
It's being unapologetically black

Our...

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No, I ain’t wrote.
I’ve been caught up
In the greatest things they say
Life has to offer.

But, in the midst
Of all my success,
I find myself feeling
Oddly like...

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    Johre
White Light
penetrates Gaia
she opens Her lava
oozes the Violet Flame
fountains of Sophi-El spring
containing silver fish
we eat them Not
Johre reward  >>
Integration =
Sati
masculine...

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TO POETIC REAPING

In the mind’s garden,
the poem of poems, germinates
in its fertile soil:
The poem’s ripening word-fruits
seeded with enlightenment:-

May poetic grace
be reaped from rhythmic sows
of flowing...

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flowers that have flourished in winter 
made beautiful in the frost,
from the same chilling breeze they have grown lost.
one flower stands out in its sunny...

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Sum fall and winter;
Pythagorean coldness:
Square root coming spring:-
...

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Trees’ leaves were ripped off,
leaving nakedness behind
with teasing winter:-

Nude trees not ashamed
as winter winds teased them;
their hope barked in spring:-

Through thrusting winter,
naked trees never gave...

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Nature is canvassing…
pollen and rain falling;
polka-dotting earth:-
...

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Barked with nature's firm hope,

Branches of nature's strong faith,

Sappers of nature's sweet love:-

Embers of crucufixion,

Leaves of reesurrection borne:-

Roots bearing tribulations:

Trunking annunciation:-...

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For the blessed fruits of the blessed tree of life’s being,
Persecution and crucifixion have their time in life’s seasons;
Their demise coming with seasons of resurrection...

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For Tom's 1984 The Fall of Big Brother

In the dark soil
beneath the weight of stone and silence,
the meek are not mere shadows,
they are tubers,
reaching deep...

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Tonight, the dark sky again
only slept a short while;
no longer eager to cheat
its sun’s awakening joy
over the horizon’s realm;

Bulky white yawning clouds
hovered over the night-shaded
ground...

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Awakened naturally—no need to go
to the bathroom—I peeked  through
the blinds of the bedroom window and
there it was; had I been dreaming or was
this all...

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Sponsor : Tom Woody 

I CHOOSE TO DWELL IN THE CLOUDS 

I choose to dwell 
among clouds 
for a while
where fleshlessness a 
state of bliss...

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