Depression.
Sticks and seeds.
You can only be as depressed as a mossy stone.
Growls.
You move slowly, like dead.
Treacherous?
Or just socks stuffed with free samples.
Try to hold onto dead teeth.
Depression is just burrows.
Sticks, seeds, harsh chemicals, scraps, and jugs.
Not special.
A HAIKU TO RESOILING OUR NATION
Seeds of hate cannot
Germinate in soils of love:
Let our soils be so:-
TO BEING INNUMEROUS SHARERS
It has been written,
“The harvest is plentiful…”
But reapers are few:-
Be aware of God’s sown seeds—
And among His great reapers:-
Sown love seeds will sprout;
Germinating Godly fruits:-
Be in their reaping:
Numbered eaters and drinkers—
Well nourished and energized:-
Be ever mindful,
God’s garden is always full;
Many reapers sought:
His spiritual guidance,
Is in need of your sharing:-
OF DRIED AND TIRED SEEDS
Having failed
To turn
Our vineyard
Into a graveyard
Of raisins in sun,
They now
Seek to pluck away,
Ripe black plums
To grave the soil
With wrinkled,
Laden prunes:-
(Guess
they
failed
the
watermeleon
lesson):
Earthly green;
Blood-red flesh;
Multiple black seeds:-
Indeed, we are
Children of
The Father
Of the sun
And the Son:
Fertilized
And energized
By the
Cosmic spirit–
Resurrecting
Generations
Of dried
And tried seeds–
Germinating
Liberated
Blooming
Freedom flowers
In the sun:
Bouqueting
Thanks
To the
Son:-
OF DRIED AND TIRED SEEDS
Having failed
To turn
Our vineyard
Into a graveyard
Of raisins in sun,
They now
Seek to pluck away,
Ripe black plums
To grave the soil
With wrinkled,
Laden prunes:-
(Guess
they
failed
the
watermeleon
lesson):
Earthly green;
Blood-red flesh;
Multiple black seeds:-
Indeed, we are
Children of
The Father
Of the sun
And the Son:
Fertilized
And energized
By the
Cosmic spirit–
Resurrecting
Generations
Of dried
And tried seeds–
Germinating
Liberated
Blooming
Freedom flowers
In the sun:
Bouqueting
Thanks
To the
Son:-
Sweet spring succeeds severe snow time,
Sublime season of plants rebirth,
Sunshine mild and warm greets the land,
Seeds and flowers sprout from the ground,
Sweet-scented scents pervade the air,
Stars and silver moon vie to please,
Smiles settle on every faces.
IN AND OF GOD'S TWINS
We reap what we sow.
Seek to sow love, to reap love:
They're God's seeds and fruits
In a garden of words
Be careful how you choose your seeds
Be careful not to plant them
Not to plant them among the weeds
Do not scatter them into the wind
Because in the wind they will be lost
But in the wind
They will be jumbled and tossed
There are seeds of discontent
That are allowed to grow
But remember this
You reap what you sow
Here in the garden of words
What seeds did you find
Did you choose wisely
To be of service to mankind
A dandelion flower crowns
the earth,
As taproots plunge through
subterranean night.
Imbibing deep to birth this
brilliant light,
An incandescent, fierce,
vernacular birth.
The emerald leaves unfold in
emerald grace.
To shield the blooming
blossoms as they rise,
Reflecting summer's bright,
celestial skies,
A brief illumination in this
space.
Then transformation claims
the glowing head,
A silver galaxy of gossamer
strands.
With pappus wings above
the fertile lands,
Where microscopic destinies
are spread.
The fleeting seeds, in
aerodynamic flight,
Disperse to claim the
darkness for the light.
OF SEEDS AND GOOD SOIL
Seeds sown in good soil,
Soon germinate and bear fruits
With nourishing grace.
Let your heart be of good soil
Bearing God’s fruits of his love:-
"While the earth remains,
Seed time and harvest". Bible
Although each one looks identical,
Some will suffer a different fate.
All were fertilized and freely watered;
But not all will participate in the harvest.
Not all will survive to feed the hungry.
Not every seed will become a plant.
Some never burst through the soil.
Not because they don't try their best;
Nor because they were destined to be less.
Some surface, but are flooded by rain.
Some are burned to death by the sun,
But the seed and harvest principle remains.
OF SEEDS OF WAR
Sowing seeds of war,
Only reaps fruits of evil:
Fruits, nourishing hate:-
Ply your trade
your name's not made
And be sure not to take
your craft for granted
Seeds firmly planted
~ bring forth enchantment
A bagel worth its salt should have
A smattering of seeds,
‘Cause sesame or poppy
Is what every bagel needs.
A pumpernickel, though, requires
Caraways mixed in
And those that we call “everything”
Most always score a win.
To anyone who orders “plain,”
I have one thing to say:
(And do not get me started
On blueberries in the way)
I understand some seed-o-phobics
Think that they deserve
A bagel in its purest state,
But what you might observe
Is most New Yorkers find that seeds,
And more than just a smattering,
Are what, with New York water,
Make our bagels really mattering.
A free education for every mind,
This is the country I believe we can be.
A place where learning lifts us all,
And shapes the best we can see.
Children growing strong in thought and skill,
Encouraged to question, dream, and lead.
Minds awakened with purpose and care,
Prepared to build our needs.
Let every child, from every place,
Be met with the same open door—
Free to create, to find their voice,
To learn, to grow, for more.
When equality is lived, not spoken,
And learning, it has no divide,
New ideas rise, innovation blooms,
And progress walks with a stride.
Our flame burns bright with the will to grow,
Fueled by curiosity, effort, and hope—
By people empowered through knowledge,
With vision wide with scope.
Education does more than teach a trade,
It nurtures courage, empathy, and care.
The future is written by prepared hands,
And the truth is simple, hopeful. It's FAIR:
A nation grows its strongest roots
Through a free, complete education for all.
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