Nature Philosophy Poems

"The forest is my loyal friend A Delphic Shine to me."
Ralph Waldo Emerson, Greek Poet

Who is always there, through the good times and bad? 
Who...

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...In fact, these truths are nothing new,
the Jews and the Christians knew well
that love disordered is nothing
more than an expressway to Hell.
That evil will misuse...

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I hear folks say it, “Love is love,”
a mantra they like to repeat,
it’s said with such vapid sureness
you’d think it was bleatings of sheep.
But if...

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Her spring returns to me, in death,
I shed a tear, alone, 
for the weeping blossoms,
in the knowledge a moon will rise again,
before the rhythm of...

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There must be always
Room for wild and free humor
Laughing at ourselves...

We do cry enough
Trying to better ourselves
In this journeying

Living together
This magnificent planet
Manifesting dreams

Beyond what we...

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Sonnet I

In realms of emerald hush, where sunlight strains
Through veils of green, a silent throng takes root,
A clovered congregation on the plains,
Their stoic forms a...

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How to mold a villain?
They say it takes a village to raise a child,
Yet with a whisper, a villain can be styled.
the steps are simple,

Tell...

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What lies beyond the bounds of our belief?
The cosmic code that we can never crack
The shades of glory and of grief
The endless edges of the...

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The sun & moon align to cast a shadow
for a time
revealing plans of space & time
There's no place to hide from divine timing's
rhyme or reason
as...

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Internally unconventional, externally conform,
In the game of life, it's the norm.
Always watch yourself, like you're on a stage,
Avoid regrets, don't let your actions rage.

Bullies on...

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I’ve heard people say it online,
“Stop living in the past,
don’t you know it’s the current year,
you’ve got to catch up fast.”
Most often said by Marxist...

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I take in the morning's last breath,
it's fleeting hour, surrounded, 
by little whispers of thought,
I swear, will lead me to where,
the rivers run too deep,
but,...

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In the middle of the mess, frightful loss:

wonder of wonders (!): quality of mercy

--- Mythologem of Mythologems ---

sudden succor reappears once again.

...

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Absolute truth, both mystery… and paradox. 
“You make me wonder if you exist or not?”

The Greeks glimpsed you in circles and squares,
The medievals revered you...

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placing a pen upon the desk
aligned with paper
grooves of wood and knots in stain
as if absorbed in thought and mind
they seep from below 
as if...

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