The leaves are blowing away
Up, up, and away they go.
Swish, swoosh, they go.
Like a dancing ballerina
Up, up and away they go
Way up , in the sky.
The trees standing there,
Their branches all bare.
The wind whistling throughout empty branches,
......
I like to think (and
the sooner the better!)
of a cybernetic meadow
where mammals and computers
live together in mutually
programming harmony
like pure water
touching clear sky.
I like to think
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The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.
A narrow wind complains all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.
There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around
That the colt from old Regret had got away,
And had joined the wild bush horses - he was worth a thousand pound,
So all the cracks had gathered to the fray.
All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far
Had mustered at the homestead overnight,
For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are,
And the stock-horse snuffs the battle with delight.
There was Harrison, who made his pile when Pardon won the cup,
......
Our thoughts are molding unmade spheres,
And, like a blessing or a curse,
They thunder down the formless years,
And ring throughout the universe.
We build our futures, by the shape
Of our desires, and not by acts.
There is no pathway of escape;
No priest-made creeds can alter facts.
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With open casements,
I can welcome the warm sun
And the starry sky.
I was riding on my bike to my office
With dreary daily dullness;
Yet, happened to notice a drama in the sky:
Sun was so bright and suddenly dark cloud hid the light;
As I tuned my hyper sensitive senses on,
I heard them speaking in a meeting:
It was the Earth-table conference
Between the sun and the ocean
Clouds and rays were also presented—
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S K Y
in my pocket holds
eu
PHO
ric elves who
forgot they need to plant
pumpkins and peas
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haiku
crow polishes beak shine
morning dew fresh washes window ~
gorgonzola sky
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hiku
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Something unseen lingers above,
casting veils over the paths we tread.
Each fleeting breath connects us —
to the floating skies beyond,
to whispers weaving within.
Between beginnings and endings,
the now unfolds, echoing softly.
Each dawn opens like a wandering tide,
carrying fragments of yesterdays,
......