there, there, braun bear-
I know not if you care:
but yr fleece it shows,
wrapped in a glow,
of morning slippery glare.
one draft poem.
I finally have the balls to learn learning GIMP.
flower balls… or rather spinning globes. the image is to scrappy looking to be a regular image with poem. its a work in progress.
Click on the image above to watch it spin!
‘Tater Love Poem
(aka potato – the passion fruit)
I once found a potato
shaped like my head
I showed it to my lover
and this is what she said:
“Taters have more vitamins
than the greenest celery stocks;
plug two wires into a ‘tater
and you can power a clock.
Cut one in half..
remove a broken light from a socket
The miraculous potato
always keep one in your pocket.”
So I planted my potato
(the one that looks just like me)
in my victory garden ..and waited…
for my new growing potato tree.
I shall soon have plenty of potatoes
(that look just like me)
and after ‘tater tree pickin’
I shall bring them, my love,… to thee.
(previously posted poem, but I needed something to go with my filtered flowering potato plant photo.)
samples shall be forgotten.
meadows we now play.
the life examined
is a life of interplaying
nothing is distilled.
“The unexamined life is not worth living” -Socrates.
Some guys try to chase the wind
try to figure it all out.
Some guys only blow with the wind
and are thrown thrashing about.
boots on the ground
the sun in the eyes
Breathe the wind in all around
with a head held high
yr hands that build are yr hands that feel
the same environment you breathe
the passion of life body doeth feel
Its the minds desire that doeth deceive
I take alot of heat for my grammar and spelling. so this is for all the English Teachers out there:
provided you are strongly familiar with english, you will still be able to read this:
so I wlil not lsiten to amyonre copminats auobt my sllpeing.