I once heard a flute from far away

Was it the doorbell or the voice of Aunt Maye?

I tried to follow the flute far away 

And found the carriage-drivers whistling with green leaves

I once knew that all they did was drive carriages

But I didn't know that they feasted on cabbages

I tried to follow the flute again the next day

And caught Aunt Maye brushing her teeth in the garden

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All the fuckin’ country 

is tense about some dead duck football game

tonight at 8 pm (or so I’m told).

The sea it slinked away but turned again

and stealthily manoeuvres to reclaim 

the mudflats populated by the clumsy

clumps of seals. They loiter, lolled 

like slack balloons, like lard

collapsing down to chip fat on the hob.

But we, we sit up straight: our sofa, st...

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Barely a arms throw away
from where you walked
the lights holds it own
to the darkness
leading to another world

oiling over the distance
like a door nailed open
at the edge of the forest
blowing a soft tease of a kiss
at the edge of your thoughts

peeling the darkness from behind
in a beauty in near silence
cherry-picking the moment
leading a different way out
to the way you enter...

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Beyond this tree is another tree

like a desert highway

in the middle of a field

logged in the summertime

running in tandem with the powerlines.

Beyond this tree is another story

churning towards the coastline

and another adventure

in another day across this land

rubbed across this car window

Beyond this tree during dawn

the breeze is writing

a love let...

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Documenting the silence 
the bus stop is almost reclaimed by nature
until the bus arrives after a long conversation
with the broken country path
in a meditative rhythm each morning 

disgorging the mood 
its wheels on cast aside leaves
inbetween the sun barely awake 
in the early morning sky
and the sinking moon 

recording the moment afterwards
restlessly in symmetries in gentle wind
...

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Feel my cool breath

on your skin

I saw you were dewy

and needed it

Did you catch my little rustle of the leaves? 

Stroll under those

old oaks and notice  

I make sounds

just like the ocean

Shhhhhhhhhh, can you hear my artistry?

My gentle breeze flirts

with your curls

Yet I destroy whole cities

with my whirls

Can’t you see how soft and strooo...

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It seems as though I wake up

Just to dwell on what is wrong--

Even though each morning

     Without fail--begins with birdsong--

I loathe the night when it comes,

For there's day to squander yet!

Even though the ev'ning brings

     Each time--a perfect sunset--

The world has routine beauty;

Ev'ry morrow guarantees it--

But I'm the sorry fool who

     In h...

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it is a strange thing to return home

after years living away

the sun still sets on the same hills

     and rises on the fields the next day

the only thing that ever changes

it seems--is this willow tree

in the old backyard

     planted by my father and me

the crops mature, but then they're reaped

the grass gets tall, but father mows

the people here are still...

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Rumbles have started growing louder. 
Now there appear bright flashes across the sky; 
Filled with glee, thundering sadistically. 
I admit they appear absolutely splendid to me.
Blue, white, dull grey and yellow.
No one ever says that's a great colour combo.
But is there a sight prettier than the grey clouds
Trying to cover the tints of soft crimson,
That sparkle throughout the infinitude,
...

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hinterlands intact,

forests not a hell,

grass not wheat,

soft cold rain fell

heavens doing what

open clear skies do,

pilgrims of sunlight,

days honestly new

no forever anymore,

now the foe is time,

some end's in sight,

verses don't rhyme

tarnished the sward,

ox-skulls bleaching,

toll paid for a blind,

low, over-reaching

truths die...

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A man can cut down a whole forest of trees

But then he dies

And the trees grow back

‘I don't care what you do to me’ says the Earth

‘After you die I will undo it’

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My home

Is where the pines bend

Where the snow flies

And the wolf hides

Where the light dies

And the sky weeps

Where the bravest of beasts all flee

But I come out to see

But I come out to see

But I come out to see

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I passed a tree

And wondered

How many things it had seen

How many more perhaps than even me

I wondered if trees could hear

What happens in the woods

The things that sleep in the branches

And the feet that move among them in the night

I wondered if they could know things

And whisper their stories

To one another

Like secrets

I wondered if they liked...

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On mountaintops not many things are seen

Black rock, blue sky

And what exists between

Space

Too vast

And too terrifying to face

Silence

Immense

And awake

Air

Cold

And thin

Ground

Where earth ends

And I begin

On mountaintops not many things are seen

Black rock, blue sky

And what exists between

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The sea fell in love

With the moon

Because of the darkness

Every night

The sea stared up

And wished for a glimmer

To dance across its waves

And make it feel

Like something precious

The moon saw this

And every night

Wished to stroke silver

Across its skin

The moon fell in love

With the sea

Because of the darkness

Cold and drifting

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At the bottom of the sea sits a perfectly symmetrical hinged oyster shell
lived in water and land
Inside is a grain of sand
That chosen grain the special one
In to the gap in the shell he has gone
At first it is lonely and dark cant get out
But hes safe from the monsters of the sea no doubt
This tiny grain with sharpened points
Indulges and grows as the shell anoints
He tumbles and role...

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Quick scribble. I just want to be the squirrel in the tree outside my window today. I've had enough. 

Up and down the Ash trees,

Round and round they go,

Unaware, oblivious,

Of these troubles that we know,

No Coronavirus seeping,

Through their very roots,

Dampening their daily walks,

Or tarnishing their fruits,

No handwashing,

Isolating,

Searing, hurting longi...

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She is fire,

Get close and she will melt your heart,

The light in your darkest hour 

But play with her and you'll get burnt.

She is earth,

Her roots rich with self-love and worth, 

The natural evolution females seek

But mess with her nature, 

And she'll bring forth her seismic wrath. 

She is air,

Free and not confined,

Moves like the wind and her path kno...

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Hello, how are you today: upper,middle,lower— class.
front, and center.
I’d like to think if a kid were to get up and say I can’t stand this, then the teacher would get behind them in an orderly fashion.
side by side, classroom C-3 parts in the middle of the day, to make their way back to their seat,
show and tells of mommy and me– are always well received.

A pinned-up faction icon that sta...

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Hmm-mmm-mmm
Humming along with the breeze
La la-la-la
Singing a song with the birds in the trees
Oh Oh-Oh-Oh
Floating along with the clouds
Ahh Ah-Ah-Ah
Feeling peaceful now.

Oooo Ooo-Ooo-Ooo
Seeing the beautiful sky
Tra la-la-la
Watching the birds as they fly by

Happiness is as easy as this
Nature’s hug, Nature’s kiss.
All, all of life, as easy as this.
 

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I stood beneath a whispering tree
Upon a windy day
Singing into the careless breeze
My cares they blew away.
Then finally I clearly heard
What nature did avow
And I could see the sun at last
Beyond the leafy boughs.

Yes, finally I clearly hear
What nature does avow
And I can see the sun at last
Beyond the leafy boughs.

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She danced under the moonlight

Deep, deep into the trees

Until the morning mist

Made her the dew upon the leaves   

She dripped unto the fertile soil

Where fragrant flowers bloomed

Then bees refined her into honey

And your eager mouth consumed

Your sticky lips, like summer, shone

As you sowed your field of corn

And the innocence of restless youth

Lik...

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