Of Substance

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What is this on the paper I read?

Ancient papyrus was crafted from reed

Scrolls from Qumran’s wadi from vellum were made

Later old rags processed and flatly laid

Wood pulp next seemed the thing to write on

Substance, not mere pixels – easily gone


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Persephone

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In darkness and shadow of winter realms

The brightness of spring captive held

And in the balance the fruit of the earth

From awaiting humanity withheld

A bargain reached

The decision made

The realms of summer and winter

Interchanging

A time of grain

And times lean

For all eternity

Rotating


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Samson

Jesus, Christ, God, Holy, Spirit, Bible
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Judge Samson by his lusts was led
Took a Philistine to his bed
Her intent – his power to shed
Hair of his head, Hair of his head

They cut the thick locks from his head
Power gone – he was weak instead
But the temple where he was led
Collapsed on heads, Collapsed on heads


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Butterfly, My Muse

Butterfly, Insect, Animal, Wing, Nature
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When words fail me, how can I then sing?

Where then shall my lyric voice utterance bring?

It is then that my heart and tongue to you turn

For Butterfly, my muse, you in my passions burn

In you, the day is brighter

In you, the night is not as cold

For you Butterfly, my darling

Cause my life and words to unfold


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Garden

A labour of love

Bringing forth exquisite tastes and smells

Tomatoes plump and red, the table to grace

As purple lavender perfume the heart does swell

Bees intent of their daily chores

As butterflies flit among the blossoms as well

And I sit upon the bench, and take in my accomplishments sweet

And ignore the few incroaching weeds, and that annoying passing snail


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Poetics – Garden(ing)

Good

Knight, Middle Ages, Armor, Shield, Horse, War, Templar
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Being against evil doesn’t make you good. Tonight I was against it and then I was evil myself. I could feel it coming just like a tide… I just want to destroy them. But when you start taking pleasure in it you are awfully close to the thing you’re fighting.
–Islands in the Stream (started in 1950 but published in 1970) Ernest Hemingway

Be good for goodness’ sake

Don’t be defined by what you’re not

Your friend is one that loves you

A mutual enemy makes you friends not

Be good for goodness’ sake

Don’t on a band wagon sit

For virtue is not signalled

It is what is lived!


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