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Keeping current in wellness, in and out of the water
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Currencies and agricultural pursuits have exchanges
Changing times, political events, require sensitive gauges
To measure then analyze the progress we have to report
Comparisons to perfection are built on data that we all support
The withdrawal from nature has no column in this audit of value
The inexhaustible generosity of earth has unlimited virtue
Flowing steadily down from high places feeding the demands
Of a hunger impossible to satiate that nobody alive understands
Pioneers of wilderness and giants of industrial conquest
Bequeath to the future a desolate landscape, fully processed
Find your muse and write some poetry this month. Enjoy the work of diverse poets here.
Arcs of time and industry ebb and flow with innovating thrills
Cabinets filled with medicine bottles offering colored pills
Return the reflection with irony and mysterious vague glance
Rusting in the basement of chance, iron predators sing and dance
After thought of swimming in polluted water to the ship of rules
Most of the company parted in haste to avoid the jeering ghouls
Manufactured waste, canyons created by exhausted greedy souls
Sharply cut into the landscape, drill deeper holes, impossible goals
Ride the poetry train in April by reading, writing and hearing more poetry. Find new poets to enjoy here.
Authority can be dangerous when it is placed in the hands of bullies and punks
Thugs enjoy the feeling they have when they frighten and terrify the public
It is time to call out dishonesty and extortion by law enforcement officials
Who break the law and take the law as an excuse to rob society of basic dignity
Hiding behind their badges they misrepresent reality to emphasize their abilities
They have no relationship with the truth, but are overcome with corrupt power
Enjoy reading and creating poetry during the month of April here. Both dark and light poetry can be found. Mine is a bit dark today.
Dreaming images float or chase us in spaces we imagine
The faces are all from waking life, although they may not
Play the parts they occupy in regular time, but rather become
Part of an intricate message system designed to save us
From our delusional thought that we are alone, yet stable
Without any assistance from the rest of the universe our
Opinions stagger on in stubborn resistance to the music
Being played in harmony and ecstasy by angelic choirs
When slipping into sleep remind yourself to dance to the tune
Look deeply into the light of the moon, and seek guidance
From stars, from darkness, from your own inner lantern
That preserves the flame, the pilot light, inside your being
Throw silken scarf of brightly colored symbols toward the sky
Encircling the changing constellations of the heavens
Enjoy all kinds of poetry written by all kinds of poets here. April is a special month to write and read new poetry.
Mandolin trills with sad sounds of distant hills
Waltzing to tunes that copy ancient steps
Taken by ancestors then followed by custom
Hard times in remote poverty stricken hollow
Grist for the mill of class distinction and politics
Strength reserved for the fight against outside
Influences, foreign thinking, radical ideas of justice
Mountain fog and shadows crawl along the valley
Softening the view, keeping it narrow and dark
April is for poetry writing. Join the fun by reading or contributing here. Enjoy!!!!
My mother’s sister Ruth had a thick southern accent and her own oxygen tank.
She lived inside her house, dressed in fancy sleepwear and slippers
Her job was that of a full time hypochondriac, sick and tired of everything
Her twin sister also suffered greatly from that malady of imagined illness
Each tried to overstate the case of their eminent demise and terrible suffering
Although they lived hundreds of miles apart, they copied each others’ diseases
It always made me wonder if they had made a pact before birth to be dramatically unwell
Poetry is flowing abundantly during the month of April here. Enjoy reading , writing , or listening to poetry to increase your understanding of your fellow beings.
Gazing out through the window made of magical reflection
Scenes play out vividly structured for the ego’s protection
We find we are exactly the picture of perfection and gravity
When our memory edits all stories to obstruct our incapacity
Our flawless composure, wisdom, grace, incomparable wit
Are features of our self image, where the hubris never quits
You may be the only one who knows the truth in the end
Courage sees behind the tales, between the lines, my friend
Every day in April poets are contributing verbal blessings here. Ride the poetry train for fun and creative stimulation. There is something for everyone in this group.
Compressed and coiled to rise with great jubilant recital
Those words never uttered, thoughts buried, smothered, smoldering
Cascades of songs and tributes to romance obscured in shadow
Leaving impressions too faint to be heard or interpreted by strangers
Wound around old wounds and spinning in familiar territory
Grace slowly unwinds the layers of crusades and causes
To reveal a universal storm of color, thunder and lightening
Enjoy the creative work of all kinds of poets during the month of April here. Find new creativity by writing one of your own. It is therapy for the inner you. Everyone has a poet within.
There are three separate kinds of truth in the world:
Empirical has backing of indisputable evidence, proven fact
Cultural is believed by everyone in our group without question
Rhetorical is instilled through language, debated into being
These tributaries of veracity flow from different mountains:
Facts fall vertically from the highest peaks of observed reality
Tribal beliefs are instilled from birth with social hill climbing
The waterfall of rhetoric is loud and impressively massive
Politicians are dealers in rhetoric designed to sway opinions
Cultures have blind spots that obscure parts of the total picture
Empirical truth is obvious, amplifying proof, ignoring prejudice
The well of pure truth will quench your thirst only if you draw from it
Ride the poetry train with some very creative and witty folk here during the month of April.
Plants connect to us and each other in magical expressions
Subtle healing, warnings, prophecy, psychic communications
Signature of each season and offering can be read like a heavenly
Treasure map aligned with our purpose as well as the cosmic
Meditation with a flower provides insight into the fleeting moment
Petals form quickly then begin to fall, revealing seeds of the future
During the month of April please join us for poetic reading, writing, and good old down home enjoying right here.