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A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars
Were not too much to pay for birth.
One heavy day I ran away from the grim face of society and the dizzying clamor of the city and directed my weary step to the spacious alley. I pursued the beckoning course of the rivulet and the musical sounds of the birds until I reached a lonely spot where the flowing branches of the trees prevented the sun from the touching the earth.
I stood there, and it was entertaining to my soul - my thirsty soul who had seen naught but the mirage of life instead of its sweetness.
I heard the bells on Christmas day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet the words repeat
Of peace on earth, good will to men.
Made homeless from home
Bombed city where though many
Extend an armless arm, find it harder
To hold peace than explosives
You are the daughter of the sea, oregano's first cousin.
Swimmer, your body is pure as the water;
cook, your blood is quick as the soil.
Everything you do is full of flowers, rich with the earth.
The sun's turning pale is a threat, in fact
That directly affects solar system
The climate has already been much changed
With known-unknown, acute poisonous fume;
Even such is Time, that takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
And pays us but with earth and dust;
Who in the dark and silent grave,
Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle,
Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong.
Think rather,-- call to thought, if now you grieve a little,
The days when we had rest, O soul, for they were long.
BARDS of Passion and of Mirth,
Ye have left your souls on earth!
Have ye souls in heaven too,
Doubled-lived in regions new?
"Delicta juventutis et ignorantius ejus, quoesumus ne memineris, Domine."
'I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Great, wide, beautiful, wonderful World,
With the wonderful water round you curled,
And the wonderful grass upon your breast--
World, you are beautifully drest.
If heaven loved not the wine,
A Wine Star would not be in heaven;
If earth loved not the wine,
The Wine Spring would not be on the earth.
Night closed my windows and
The sky became a crystal house
The crystal windows glowed
And a merchant said, 'Speak to us of Buying and Selling.'
And he answered and said:
Why make so much of fragmentary blue
In here and there a bird, or butterfly,
Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,
When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?
Direct clay was turned into required elements
parts, sections, groups, classes in proportion
to set in every function in as pottery style,
osteoblasts turned into bones to form the cage,
Through the pregnant universe rumbles life's terrific thunder,
And Earth's bowels quake with terror; strange and terrible storms break,
Lightning-torches flame the heavens, kindling souls of men, thereunder:
Africa! long ages sleeping, O my motherland, awake!
God bless each day's magnetic field on Earth (1) that shields the human race
from cosmic rays bombarding Earth and us (from 'Sun' AND 'Outer Space! ') (2)
Auspicious forces nurture all of life on Earth (were you aware?)
Its gentle touch kept sailing ships (3) 'on course' (of ancestors who'd dare)
Some Reposts Dedicated To The 'Earth Day'
1 Global Warming
The Black DNA of a woman resembles the face of an ancestral woman that she's not related to there's a woman out there that has Tammy Riviera resemblance that she's not even related to.
There's a woman out there that resembles Toni Braxton that she's not related to.
earth needs to be healthy
Air needs to be healthy
Live love with laughter to be healthy
Internal darkness, internal pinning strain your very nerve,
Gobbling the tender heart which quivers like autumn grasses
Wherwithal being graced by sofest dews of pensive sense
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Only a mother could dress the impoverished child so insurmountably fantastically; like nobody else on this fathomlessly vibrant earth; could ever dream of; or ever could,
Only a mother could educate the hapless child so indomitably handsomely; like nobody else on this boundlessly fragrant earth; could ever dream of; or ever could,
There was nothing born on earth; whiter than frosty white cow milk,
There was nothing born on earth; saltier than the saline sea,
There was nothing born on earth; redder than the intensely emollient scarlet rose,
There was nothing born on earth; more green than the blades of grass protruding from fresh soil,
We've all been sent on this bountifully eclectic earth; to tirelessly adventure; and not to pathetically stagnate in the corpses of miserably penalizing and delirious depression,
We've all been sent on this celestially fantastic earth; to interminably consecrate the virtues of benign goodness; and not to preposterously bend down to the indiscriminately vengeful footsteps of the massacring devil,
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