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haiku
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twenty pages in
the need to gaze and breathe out
outside for elsewhere
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city-wise black trees
darkened too the sky-wept street
nature go with tears
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after rain is haze
exhale into clarity
newly gifts of night
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C L Couch
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Photo by Emil Widlund on Unsplash
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After Rain
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I don’t what to say
There are so many things
I do not know
Movements and people
The inside health of the world
Or the root of evil
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I could depict a scene
Go to a local park
Or look outside
It’s cooler now, less hazy
A clarity of all the scenes in town
For good or ill
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Maybe I want
To say something more
Without pedantry
Though to moralize is human
I can only hope for reason
And some fairness to all sides
To win out
In me
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You
Them
Us
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Well, it’s the weekend
The heatwave has receded for a while
I have nothing planned
Maybe I’ll take a drive to nowhere
And come back
Richer in at least one way
Than when I left
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I should walk
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And you should have your time
I hope it’s good
You need something good
And are so worthwhile
And so deserving
There, moralizing after all
But I’m on your side
A fan
Larger (wider),
An advocate for peace
(smart, not stupid)
Planetwide
For us
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Understanding venial
Praying for mortal
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Maybe there’s something
Pursuable,
What is reasonable
With an ingredient of wonderful
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C L Couch
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Forest ↟
Photo by Filip Zrnzević on Unsplash
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Rain
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Heatwave and thunderstorms
That’s all we got
Church is still on-line,
Though I guess it doesn’t have to be
Watching the delta variant
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The sermon’s about encouragement
That’s good
Providing it, however, with
Prudence and with wisdom,
Which is better
To say that everyone’s amazing
Overdoes it
In making, it is true
Each life is extraordinary
But for all the lives unmade,
What shall we say?
That there was less extraordinary?
Maybe it’s the application
Of the Pickering social theory
In that it’s how we treat
Each other
And each one
If you want to value life,
Then offer drink safely to everyone
Feed everyone
Make and offer shelter
To everyone
Peace for security
The chance for learning
The chance for work
That complements
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Sometimes saints are martyred
By pagan foes,
Sometimes by the believing
Church itself
Believing more in institution
And a sanctity in politics
Control and profit
Over faith and vision
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Savor belief instead
Feed the children
And the youth
And the grown-ups
With all things that we need,
And I will hear the nations
And the corporations
Claim
That we care
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1 Thessalonians 5:11
(Hebrews 10:24)
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Raindrops keep falling on my window pane.
Photo by Clem Onojeghuo on Unsplash
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Sun on Sunday
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It’s dim outside
And raining
I hear wet tires
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A gloomy day
I do not mind
The Addams genes at play,
I suppose,
The kind that make
A lark of dark days
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I’m a day into
The new shot
Feels like the flu shot
And every vaccine that
I’ve had since
Childhood
The site is sore
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I don’t mean to comment
I want to respect
The courtesies of others
That are challenged
Only in
Contagious situations,
Where they make
The issues grim
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Like guns, I guess
We know what we know
And I might be wrong
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But let’s not make it politics
But practicalities
There is an epidemic
I’ve lost people to it,
Which gives me added rights
To nothing
But my sadness
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Photo by Brett Jordan on Unsplash
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Inaugurations
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January enters
Like a wet
Dog,
Poor dog
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Winter is
Allowed
But the ground
In PA is
Spring or
Fall swamp-like
Instead with
Additional on the
Way (which
means more
rain)
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Four-year change
Is coming, not
A holiday
I wonder
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But something
In the USA
We do so that
Change
Keeps things
The same
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Not that we
Are the
Exemplar
We believe we are
Or
Should be
To the world
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What do you know?
A real dog is
Barking, below
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Go inside,
Dog,
Go
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Leave certain
Things
Outside to
The oath-owners
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Go, Dog, Go is a story (about dogs) written by P. D. Eastman.
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Photo by Victoria Palacios on Unsplash
Sequoia National Forest, United States
Glory and wonder here on little old earth. This shot is from a particularly magical hike through the Sequoia National Forest. We were so up high in the mountains that the clouds decided to settle around us and create a mystical fog all around us.
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Coeli
The sky is a
Wow
Blue
The kind a robin’s egg
Could say
Hey, you
My color came from you
The green is
Startling, too
As if to say
Surprise!
I was here,
All the time
In this humid place
Of climate change
(yes, it’s real
sorry, children
we’re leaving this
for you)
Maybe for
A change,
The rain last night
Cleared out
The steamy parts
For this morning
If so,
Thank you, rain!
When I lived
Higher up,
It used to happen this way
All the time
Clear sky after
Rain that cleans
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Photo by Kambani Ramano on Unsplash
Sossusvlei Sand Dunes, Namib Naukluft Park, Namibia
Mother & Daughter
Rainy-Brained
I don’t know what to say today
As our flood waters rise
The water’s in the wall so tall
I see the damage with my eyes
But I unlike the waif am safe
Though here or there’s a crack
I will not risk my life (a knife)
Here I’ll be should you come back
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Photo by Herrmann Stamm on Unsplash
Man Bites Dog
(that’s news)
Somewhere it’s been said
That news isn’t dog-bites-man but
When it’s
Man bites dog
This morning police came
With a heavy knock on my door
It was loud, I was asleep
So everything happened fast and fuzzy
A muscled officer, the kind
I want when on my side,
Told me urgently and kindly
That a tree was about to fall on my car
I guess we had a storm last night,
Which I did not hear
(sometimes I take a pill)
I pulled on jeans and left
Pausing I guess because we had to
For some official information
To pass from me to him
Outside it’s mid-morning, gray and
Dim with rainfall, lights off of
Firefighting vehicles not really changing things
So much
There was my car
My hobbit car
Tall but narrow, close to the ground
I had taken my keys (where
was my license?) and knew enough
To start the car and move it forward
Now there’s buzz-sawing for the tree
Though I hear nothing for the moment
(I’m nothing like a gawker and have been
inside), so maybe
It’s done
And with the tree
Our being in the local news for Sunday morning
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Image by PublicDomainPictures from Pixabay
Wrought
A new way of thinking
That’s what we make
Well, we make the frame
The content of new thinking
Is up to you
Which I mean in the best way possible
Fantastic responsibility
To move yourself
And your people
Forward
Maybe help with the first of these
So many layers added al the time
There was gray light
And I turned it on, and the lamp
The bulb
Changed light to gold
Like Rumpelstiltskin’s straw
It might rain
It might be on the way
We’ve had some downpours recently
But the forecaster says that
Our water table’s low
Good time for participation
For new things to fall
To wash the world some
Offering nourishment to the ground
And those who live upon it
It means grayness continues
Though we can have better light against
The darkness
Through craft
And letting go the work
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Image by Raheel Shakeel from Pixabay
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