We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
There..
on flower hill are people
Wonders to fuel
Chapels of sound
There are liberty bells
And thoughts about cows
Eating flowers
And goat bounces around
Feeling extremely happy
He has found you
Yet again😄
Wonders to fuel
Chapels of sound
There are liberty bells
And thoughts about cows
Eating flowers
And goat bounces around
Feeling extremely happy
He has found you
Yet again😄
You are great!
I can tell you to do your best,
Of course
But doing your best doesn't mean
Being the best
It means being your all around best
And still not beating yourself up!
Of course
But doing your best doesn't mean
Being the best
It means being your all around best
And still not beating yourself up!
The new project that might take decades to write has been given birth today!
It is not going to use exact Homeric verse because that is in all honesty beyond my ability. It will focus on California history, my own family history, especially in the late 19th century in Northern California. There will be historical references dating back to early colonial times and will go forward to World War Two and the aftermath of that. I hope to bring the bulky history to prohibition and World War One. The human drama focused on an actual relative who is second generation in my five generations in California. I hope to read Cannary Row before I write anything! And Roughing It!
The main problem with the last 100 years of poetry..
The poets tend to take their work too seriously and often think that being a poet means they are profound and interesting people.
Sadly Yeats and Ezra Pound gave us this and it stinks.
Also it continues to stink..
Feces can appear after a few hours of reading.
No joke.
Sadly Yeats and Ezra Pound gave us this and it stinks.
Also it continues to stink..
Feces can appear after a few hours of reading.
No joke.
Most people assume that Patterson is fluff, and most people read it.
I respect that kind of honesty.
Tiger tiger burning bright in the forests of the night...
Expanding the horizon through cracks in space
Making the colors fade with glory
Paint
Splashing upon the forehead
And to notice something
Green
It is an epic embrace with kisses
Though holes of emptiness breaks into time
Like blood:
Red.
Making the colors fade with glory
Paint
Splashing upon the forehead
And to notice something
Green
It is an epic embrace with kisses
Though holes of emptiness breaks into time
Like blood:
Red.
So what now Smarco??
I am not sure yet..
If a phase two is completed then what
I never thought I would make it this far
A plan?
I think I am into new energies and
Seeing how that effect my writings
Poetry in the Future?
That is maybe about catharsis
And jokes also catharsis
The negative energies in real life are
Perhaps the threat
The mission is the threat.
Reducing it greatly and replacing it
Going way beyond into something
Positive!
If a phase two is completed then what
I never thought I would make it this far
A plan?
I think I am into new energies and
Seeing how that effect my writings
Poetry in the Future?
That is maybe about catharsis
And jokes also catharsis
The negative energies in real life are
Perhaps the threat
The mission is the threat.
Reducing it greatly and replacing it
Going way beyond into something
Positive!
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