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Posted: March 18th, 2005, 5:51 pm
by panta rhei
grass
covered grass
brown grass
dead grass coming to life again.
grass, light green
green grass, green
cut
cut down
freshly cut grass
The Sierra Desert
Posted: March 18th, 2005, 5:51 pm
by Sierra
Do not speak of shadows when
sitting on the desert
where there are none,
can be none,
the sun too strong,
the heat too intense,
the thorns of cactus
long and strong
and pulling the heart
of water
from the depths
of hell
to find surcease.
To fight
The heat of the desert
may cause one
great pain,
but in the process
Evil is eaten
leaving only clear skies.
It's time to leave the
lands of hate.
come into the light
come into hope
come into love
a hand held out
no fighting for power
no struggles to amass.
just being
and conceiving
of now.
.
Grass
Posted: March 18th, 2005, 5:52 pm
by Sierra
If you get tired of mowing it, you can always smoke it.
: )
Posted: March 18th, 2005, 5:54 pm
by wylde
buddy was holly
lip synched in thorns
bled from glass rimmed
thaws embraced in races
thyme clinging onto faces
Posted: March 18th, 2005, 5:54 pm
by bennie
listening to spring is tantamount
to breathing in
and the thought of feeling
and allowing in
the spring time smile
which is paramount to the creation
the creation.
(I'm quite upset that panta and I are the only ones who seem to have changed our avatars)
Posted: March 18th, 2005, 5:56 pm
by panta rhei
in the desert
the shadows are distant stories
and murmuring trees are tales
mysterious and ancient
but the seeds
the seeds are
among the grains
of sand
Posted: March 18th, 2005, 5:57 pm
by wylde
pant
tech ni cons
in techny colour
are mono slides
mass cold in veiled
seeks
to kewl fer cats
in sheik
Posted: March 18th, 2005, 5:57 pm
by panta rhei
thyme clinging onto faces
glasses clinking between races
face sinking into time
Posted: March 18th, 2005, 5:59 pm
by panta rhei
yeah, bennie - how's your
avatar called in english?
in german
it is "gänseblümchen"
- little geese flower
mine are windflowers -
wood anmeones.
Posted: March 18th, 2005, 6:00 pm
by Lightning Rod
We do the Spring in the missionary position
and the sheep graze on a wilderness of hummingbirds
the wildflowers aren't as wild as they used to be.
Posted: March 18th, 2005, 6:00 pm
by Sierra
Seeds hold the glory and memory of spring
sunshine and the first blades of green grass
a warm cup of coffee sitting on the stoop
admiring the first growth of all the young things.
spring is youth
and admiring spring
we all grow young again
a fresh start
fresh air
each small blade pushing up
is like a secret wish on a neverending birthday cake.
just blow
and get your deepest desire.
.
Posted: March 18th, 2005, 6:00 pm
by wylde
glochenspiel
Posted: March 18th, 2005, 6:01 pm
by panta rhei
blow
blow out the fire
grow
grow true your
deepest desire
missionary style
Posted: March 18th, 2005, 6:02 pm
by Sierra
the missionary style always worked well
except for the sheep
they tended to clove into small bunches
looking for a well laid pasture
before spreading out their ewes
when no one else was about.
[hee hee]
.
Posted: March 18th, 2005, 6:03 pm
by wylde
peacocks eat up pain
closet cores bhind
the nuke lee eye
winward kindred spirits
rum
beyond blackend hum