Category Archives: Poetry

Go and try

No one knows That’s all we can say Go and try :- Doug.

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Softer metaphors please

Lift us up with softer metaphors not machines nature’s ways :- Doug.

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Read with question

Read the generations with a question :- Doug.

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The cultivators

We the cultivators of beloved humanity :- Doug.

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Not—still—

Not —still— do do and be —now— :- Doug.

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Puzzles look

What puzzles you? Look here. :- Doug.

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Songs to come

Hear faintly the songs to come allow learn :- Doug.

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Roommates in shifts

We are roommates with the 300 year grandchild elders occupying the space in different shifts :- Doug.

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Into their eyes

Let us look into their eyes These 300 year old eyes :- Doug.

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Grandchildren on fire!

If our grandchildren of 300 years were on fire Would you rush to their aid? They are please do :- Doug.

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the days weave in

the days weave in and the days weave out we are woven finely with those coming with the ancients :- Doug.

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Hourly we die

How engender a humanity and allow them their creativity? How envision the yet unseen? Except to hourly create our own? Must we die? Yes :- Doug.

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The challenge ooze

The challenge point is in “happily ever after” the hero bringing the boon here the forces grey hold you in their ooze :- Doug.

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Lightly hold bells

We can start a rhyme or a rhythm we can ring temple bells as long as we lightly hold the bells will sound :- Doug.

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Fruit unplanted

Old thoughts are old new thinking is hard fruit unplanted grows bitter :- Doug.

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Centuries rhyme

Across the centuries Invite a rhyme Invite a rhythm :- Doug.

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Great green shaking

We are lifting up humanity giving it a great shaking setting it down in the precise same place yet all becomes green fresh unexplored same :- Doug.

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