All is disgust when a man leaves his own nature and does what is unfit.
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Worm eaten buds
A coach is who is unfit to play in the field.
A director is who is unfit to act on the stage.
An advisor is who is unfit to execute the advice.
So is a lover, who is unfit to seduce the beloved.
All sprouts of love are worm eaten buds
16.05.2003
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Be With The Same Feathers
A rose is unfit to be with cacti.
A black is unfit to be with whites.
A wise one is unfit to be with fools.
They cannot elbow through to progress.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Gaia’s Plan
Please, don’t sweep the leaves away –
Their essence gives to life’s decay.
Never hack the flowers down –
Their colours bless the laughing clown.
Now why the mowing of the lawn?
The severed grass will lie forlorn.
Let our flora live undressed,
Or under Man, will toil repressed!
I, the tree of standing still –
Erect and proud, and stout of will,
Aglow with motley bark of earth –
Advance my roots for all they’re worth,
Internalising Nature’s bowels
To snag the devil, tweak his jowls
And pull his hairs from whence they grow!
I’ll destroy his pagan show
Of Homo sapiens’ disrespect!
The humble ape must reconnect
With Gaia’s plan!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Nature Is My Guide
I look up at the hills
One of nature’s best
The leaves are turning now
Like an Eagle leaves its nest
The flaming red above me
A majestic color chart
For nature is from God
Right from His soul and heart
I watch as an oil rig
Sucks liquid from the earth
Another part of nature
Another kind of birth
I see the precious church
In which I love to pray
I cling to what I believe in
It brings me happiness today
It’s such a simple formula
A pleasant easy way
Let nature be your guide
For special God given days!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Point Of Disgust
How many times have we gotten to a point of disgust
Where your mind is about to explode
And your heart about to bust.
Every one at one point or another gets to that stage
And we know in our hearts -it's just a phase.
How do we get rid of that pain and emptiness
So deep in your chest
When your mind is blank and needs the rest.
When your chest is like a dam holding
back a river of tears
And your mind is sensing all your fears.
When everything seems to be going wrong
No matter what you do
And you get to this point of disgust
And starting to feel blue.
Where does one end and the other begin?
You have to go through total disgust
Then the depression begins.
(is depression just a point of total disgust?) hmmmm
When I get to that point in life
I pray to GOD to take away this strife
I walk to him with my problems in my hand
Cause I know he understands.
He says 'help yourself and I will help you'
So this is what I do.
I put all my pros and cons in a basket
And bury it in the ground like a casket.
I follow what I have in my heart
Because 'HE ' had put it there from the start.
This point of disgust can play a role in our life
We just have to stop and think twice.
This not only affects you, but all who are around
Creeps up on you without making a sound.
So I'll add that to the basket
With all my pros and cons
And the 'point of disgust' will also be gone.
BYE - BYE
poem by Louis Rams
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Beauty is according to frame
When a figure is fit to the frame
Conceived in brain, it is a beauty.
If it is a grossly unfit, it is ugly.
If it is slightly unfit, time adjudge the
frame.
16.09.2004
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All disgust is originally disgust at touching.
quote by Walter Benjamin
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Since That Is Nature's Way
By their deciduous mother tree on the grass they do lay
The brown leaves of the Autumn have gone to decay
The magpie is piping in the dawn cool and gray
And life it goes on since that is Nature's way
Like her Seasons her life forms to Nature come and go
Yet so little of her ways we can claim to know
I marvel at the wonders in Nature I see
But Nature remains as a mystery to me
The beauty in Nature is ours to enjoy
I first fell in love with her as a young boy
And though the father of time mercy for us don't show
My wonderment of her only seems to grow
The brown leaves of Autumn lay near their mother tree
And the fate that befell them is also for me.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Nature's Commodities
Are you not?
Am I not?
What have we both forgot?
Nothing upon this Earth we see...
Is without meaning.
A purpose has been dropped.
We have not picked that up.
Stopping to perceive,
We are deities of royalty.
Deciding who is better.
But like leaves that fall from trees...
We are nature's commodities.
And if you delight in the bleeding of another's blight...
Your blight will come to be believed.
In a way you would not for yourself conceive.
But it comes.
What nature discards,
Will be ours to witness as its received!
Are you not?
Am I not?
What have we both forgot?
Nothing upon this Earth we see...
Is without meaning.
A purpose has been dropped.
We have not picked that up.
Stopping to perceive,
We are deities of royalty.
And those crowns can not be worn better,
Than the breath of life assisted by trees.
Without them our disgust with each other...
We would not be allowed to breathe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Autumn Falling Leaves
When all have been and gone away,
Like leaves from green to amber orange,
Falling down and to decay,
Is the time for all in nature to fall,
And the leaves on the trees show it all,
Autumn and its falls of fall,
Where all the branches have dropped their leaves,
All have gone except the evergreens,
Showing signs to us that live among,
Four seasons weather,
Where Autumn is,
Just like in life,
When full circle of life is known,
A start in spring where buds appear,
Then in summer full bloom trees will be,
Hence, fall shows all,
When nature falls,
Begining another season,
Winter and chill tempetures,
Where nature decays,
And leaves do fall,
To generate again,
Renewing its life,
Come spring again,
Untill then,
Autumn sheads its leaves of blossom and blooms,
And soon again autumn begins,
From new to old,
And then old to new,
Buds in spring and leaves of green,
Showing birth from what did decayed,
And brought forth from,
What was bear on the trees,
From where beneath was where once,
Those Autumn falling leaves.
poem by Ellen Ni Bheachain
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Thirteen Lines
A brain peered through stoic eyes;
Yet all it saw was rendered into
Flawed interpretation –
No honoured contemplation of a
Gluon, muon, quark of any flavour;
Nor a vision or conception of its world
Within a universe anthropic in its physical laws,
Inside a boundless multiverse.
All it gleaned and modelled
Bore parochialism well beyond belief! –
Delusional perhaps.
Survival only matters here on planet Earth –
Evolution saw to that.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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The More I learn About Nature
The more I learn about Nature the less I realize I know
About how creatures live in wild state, about how plants and grasses grow
About how flowers close in the evening and open to the morning light
We learn every day from Nature and we learn from what others write.
The more I learn about Nature the more I come to realize
That Nature has a billion lessons each day for us a new surprise
How some trees in Spring get leaves and blossoms and how other trees are evergreen
In Nature there are many lessons and many wonders to be seen.
The more I learn about Nature the less I know I know or so 'twould seem
In Autumn the salmon leaves the ocean to lay her eggs in Inland stream
And her offspring to breed to the stream return and years go by with little change
And ways of Nature never simple and ways of Nature can be strange.
The more I learn about Nature the more self conscious I become
that I must not be clever person in many ways I seem quite dumb
We ought to learn from things around us but I've not learnt much at all
when mother took us from the cradle before we walked we had to crawl
The more I learn about Nature the more and more I seem to see
That Nature can be very complex and far too big a thing for me
And Nature has a billion lessons and the more I learn the less I know I know
About how creatures live in wild state and about how plants and grasses grow.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The danger is not that a particular class is unfit to govern. Every class is unfit to govern.
Lord Acton in Letter to Mary Gladstone (1881)
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Attachment to Naure!
How is love of Nature developing in one?
Somewhere sometime in the past sure
Experience of oneself in Nature alone
Love of Nature must have begun in one!
Walking alone in Nature thoughts go on
Absorbed by the beauty of Sky, Sea, trees,
Mountains, rivers and valleys sometime
Kindling imagination roam as mad horse!
Fed by the elixir of beauty of Nature sure
One cannot resist seeing the same beauty
Some other time alone due to some reason
Making one a disciple of Nature as God ever!
So I too had my own special experience in
Nature beautiful at a hill station in Summer
Surely created a deep impression inside me
That never leaves me think separate from it!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Fear To Love
There is cold silence
between man and woman
silence that severs
the marrow of their own bones.
There is disgust
and anger between man and woman
disgust and anger
that cripple their passion¨
to celebrate the presence
of each other.
There is fear in cold silence
There is fear in disgust and anger
the deathly fear of being rejected,
the fear to love
the fear of losing the other.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Surrounding
Nature is a place
and not a person
Nature is the world
of the creation
Where life happens
without any help at all
Where rain and leaves
mean summer's gone; it's fall
The touch of wind,
taste of summer air
Sound of waterfalls
Sights and smells to share
Nature is a presence
around the patient one
Who waits to discover
Nature's secrets come undone
poem by Bonnie Shipman
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A Country Path in Late Spring
The path of mossy ground nestled
In between maternal hedgerows,
That overgrew atop, dimming down
The brilliance of the day.
Embosomed, a calm-cool vision –
Abstract takes of nature, in
Leaf-spattered green shades;
Stem-speckled brown hues;
Shards of sunlight percolating
Through the random flaws to
Up glittering sprites upon the leaves.
And avian chatter bounced along the burrow,
Smattered by the crosstalk
Of busybody insects;
But outside the green comfort zone,
Other worlds of other sounds of other life
Otherwise gave a hint of
Other dozy goings on.
Hawthorn filled the air,
Filled the nose,
Filled the head –
Pungency had overpowered all –
Gave the late-spring-early-summer haze.
Here and there a break of colour:
Odd bluebells – escapees from nearby woods –
Blue-blushing bell faces glancing down,
Aware of their erectness in the stem;
The flaming wing of red admirals
Broke through a hedge hole to
Break up the calm backdrop,
While flitting blue tits gave
To greater-bodied animation.
Nature’s warm narration –
The undertones of life.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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The danger is not that a particular class is unfit to govern. Every class is unfit to govern.
quote by Emerich Edward Dalbert
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Autumn’s Glow
There is something about autumn
That brings out such earthiness
Gold leaves adorn bushes and trees
Like an artist with a brilliant brush
Once the leaves dry on the trees
Then the wind begins to blow
It’s a special time of year for me
Because I love autumn so
The cold dry air it seems
Prepare the leaves to fall
Mother Nature’s special time
Yes, it’s the best of all
What a dazzling way to end
The year as winter nears
The way leaves let loose
And dropp like nature’s tears
Oh yes, I love those golden days
Dreamy with autumn’s glow
It makes me smile because I do
Love the season of autumn so!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Nature’s Seasons
Crunchy leaves beneath my feet
Tumbling to the path
Storms blow through as autumn comes
A taste of nature’s wrath.
Brilliant reds, oranges and yellows
The leaves that the wind blows
It’s nature’s way of showing us
A season’s at a close.
Then delicious spring strolls through
Tiny buds softly soon appear
Opening ever so slowly
Such a special time of year.
Summer, well, we never know
How hot nature plans to be
We love it too because we enjoy
Fewer clothes and feeling free.
As summer turns to autumn
The crispy days return
New colors once more we see
More of nature’s lessons to learn.
Then winter is the time, of course
That nature can be wild
She’s nasty and ever willful
Just like a spoiled little child.
I just love the seasons
That fills a year with such a mix
Of colors textures and smells
While nature plays her tricks!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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