Day: March 10, 2018

davidbrucehaiku: DOES YOUR LAWN CONTAIN CHEMICALS?

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DOES YOUR LAWN CONTAIN CHEMICALS?

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No-chemical lawn?

Just check for dandelions

Why are they called weeds?

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Isaac Rosenberg: Dead Man’s Dump

The plunging limbers over the shattered track 
Racketed with their rusty freight,
Stuck out like many crowns of thorns,
And the rusty stakes like sceptres old
To stay the flood of brutish men
Upon our brothers dear.
The wheels lurched over sprawled dead
But pained them not, though their bones crunched,
Their shut mouths made no moan.
They lie there huddled, friend and foeman,
Man born of man, and born of woman,
And shells go crying over them
From night till night and now.
Earth has waited for them,
All the time of their growth
Fretting for their decay:
Now she has them at last!
In the strength of their strength
Suspended—stopped and held.
What fierce imaginings their dark souls lit?
Earth! have they gone into you!
Somewhere they must have gone,
And flung on your hard back
Is their soul’s sack
Emptied of God-ancestralled essences.
Who hurled them out? Who hurled?
None saw their spirits’ shadow shake the grass,
Or stood aside for the half used life to pass
Out of those doomed nostrils and the doomed mouth,
When the swift iron burning bee
Drained the wild honey of their youth.
What of us who, flung on the shrieking pyre,
Walk, our usual thoughts untouched,
Our lucky limbs as on ichor fed,
Immortal seeming ever?
Perhaps when the flames beat loud on us,
A fear may choke in our veins
And the startled blood may stop.
The air is loud with death,
The dark air spurts with fire,
The explosions ceaseless are.
Timelessly now, some minutes past,
Those dead strode time with vigorous life,
Till the shrapnel called ‘An end!’
But not to all. In bleeding pangs
Some borne on stretchers dreamed of home,
Dear things, war-blotted from their hearts.
Maniac Earth! howling and flying, your bowel
Seared by the jagged fire, the iron love,
The impetuous storm of savage love.
Dark Earth! dark Heavens! swinging in chemic smoke,
What dead are born when you kiss each soundless soul
With lightning and thunder from your mined heart,
Which man’s self dug, and his blind fingers loosed?
A man’s brains splattered on
A stretcher-bearer’s face;
His shook shoulders slipped their load,
But when they bent to look again
The drowning soul was sunk too deep
For human tenderness.
They left this dead with the older dead,
Stretched at the cross roads.
Burnt black by strange decay
Their sinister faces lie,
The lid over each eye,
The grass and coloured clay
More motion have than they,
Joined to the great sunk silences.
Here is one not long dead;
His dark hearing caught our far wheels,
And the choked soul stretched weak hands
To reach the living word the far wheels said,
The blood-dazed intelligence beating for light,
Crying through the suspense of the far torturing wheels
Swift for the end to break
Or the wheels to break,
Cried as the tide of the world broke over his sight.
Will they come? Will they ever come?
Even as the mixed hoofs of the mules,
The quivering-bellied mules,
And the rushing wheels all mixed
With his tortured upturned sight.
So we crashed round the bend,
We heard his weak scream,
We heard his very last sound,
And our wheels grazed his dead face.
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Lao-Tzu: Tao Te Ching 64

Tao

A Translation for the Public Domain by J. H. McDonald, 1996

 

Things are easier to control while things are quiet. 


Things are easier to plan far in advance. 


Things break easier while they are still brittle. 


Things are easier hid while they are still small.





Prevent problems before they arise. 


Take action before things get out of hand. 


The tallest tree 


begins as a tiny sprout. 


The tallest building 


starts with one shovel of dirt. 


A journey of a thousand miles 


starts with a single footstep. 



 

If you rush into action, you will fail. 


If you hold on too tight, you will lose your grip. 





Therefore the Master lets things take their course 


and thus never fails. 


She doesn’t hold on to things 


and never loses them. 


By pursing your goals too relentlessly, 


you let them slip away. 


If you are as concerned about the outcome 


as you are about the beginning,

then it is hard to do things wrong. 


The master seeks no possessions. 


She learns by unlearning, 


thus she is able to understand all things. 


This gives her the ability to help all of creation.

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Source:

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Birthday candles are untapped wishes

Based on a true story?

t r e f o l o g y

I remember when

all the lights went out,

due to an unpaid electricity bill.

All my sister & I

could find in the house

were birthday candles.

But each time my mom would light one, 

one of us would make a wish

& blow it out. 

II.

Mom got angry & told us to sing a song instead,

so we sang happy birthday to the dark

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