The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn.
quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Food For Thought
The squirrel that finds an acorn,
Does he really know
the power that the acorn has
if let alone to grow?
It grows into a mighty oak
for the squirrel to scamper on,
until the fall arrives once more
when all the leaves are gone.
It's then the powerful acorn
is dug up once again
to repeat the yearly ritual
by our bushy-tailed little friend.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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I've been fighting with Acorn, alongside Acorn, on issues you care about, my entire career.
quote by Barack Obama
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The Acorn
An acorn swung
On an oak-tree bough;
So long it had hung,
It would fain fall now
To the kindly earth,
That its germ within
Might burst into birth,
And its life begin.
And the autumn came
With its burning hand,
And each leaf grew a flame,
And each bough a brand.
And a worm came up
And began to eat
Though the hard, dry cup
To the acorn sweet.
And the acorn thought,
“I shall soon see now
The life I have sought,
When I fall from the bough;
For the worm gnaws through
Each tendon slight,
That about me grew,
And bound me tight.”
And with dying day
Came the zephyr’s sound;
And the acorn lay
Next morn on the ground;
But its germ was gone
By the worm’s sharp teeth;
And the ground it had won
Was its grave in death.
poem by Francis William Bourdillon
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The Lake of the Thousand Isles
(For Music.)
Though Missouri'stide may majestic glide,
There's a curse on the soil it laves;
The Ohio, too, may be fair, but who
Would sojourn in the land of slaves?
Be my prouder lot a Canadian cot
And the bread of a freeman's toils;
Then hurrah for the land of the forests grand,
And the Lake of the Thousand Isles!
I would seek no wealth, at the cost of health,
'Mid the city's din and strife;
More I love the grace of fair nature's face,
And the calm of a woodland life;
I would shun the road by ambition trod,
And the lore which the heart defiles;--
Then hurrah for the land of the forests grand,
And the Lake of the Thousand Isles!
O away, away! I would gladly stray
Where the freedom I love is found;
Where the pine and oak by the woodman's stroke
Are disturbed in their ancient bound;
Where the gladsome swain reaps the golden grain,
And the trout from the stream beguiles;
Then hurrah for the land of the forests grand,
And the Lake of the Thousand Isles.
poem by Evan MacColl
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Understanding
Oh you mighty oak
from the acorn did you spring.
And so you grew slowly
from so small a thing.
Your magnificent stature
brings to mind
how I can hold you
in an acorn I find.
And the beauty of you
I can hold in my hand.
And maybe that's the way
God has planned
to connect my soul
with an oak so tall
that I'll understand
as in all God's things
I am really not that small.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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I Am He
I am he,
Spoke the acorn to the tree
Said the flower to the seed
Replied the wind to the breeze
And standing up in awe
Stood an oak tree standing tall
And below his roots did lie
The acorn who did cry
That I am he.
Like the wind who fathers the breeze
Or the flower, who nourishes the seed
To grow up and be like he
I am he.
I am he said the father to the sky
And the stars in the night
To his son that he held
To become like himself
And I am he.
I am he
Said the raven to its young
And the bear to its cub
And the wind to the breeze
That I am he.
And looking up in belief
Lied an acorn from a tree
From which that it had fallen
Knowing he had been calling’
To be like he.
So, I am he
Like the father is the child
And the flower is the seed
The raindropp to the sea
I am he!
And he is me
Replied the oak tree to the seed.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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One Hundred Thousand Marching
One hundred thousand marching
One hundred thousand men
One hundred thousand heading
To a place and a time when
One hundred thousand dying
One hundred thousand cold
One hundred thousand praying
Forever young and never old
One hundred thousand lives were lost
One hundred thousand felt the pain
One hundred thousand maimed and slaughtered
And yet those armies march again.
poem by David Keig
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Each of us
Each of us is more than creation, we are embodying more of creations forces in us, creation in creation, vivifying, expending, without overly identifying with its intense passions, as well as expressing the aspects, forces of creation with others in ways empower. We are, more then being the best, we are being here.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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One
One thousand voices
But not one heard
One thousand thoughts
But not one word
One thousand troubles
But no one will know it
Unless I decide to
Finally show it
One thousand cuts
Run down my arm
A tribute to my
Life of self-harm
One thousand scars
That will not heal
One thousand people
Who will not feel
One thousand but no more
I finally decide
There will be one less person
And one more suicide
poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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One is All, All is One
I will live a thousand lives.
I will sleep a thousand sleeps.
Though the thousand is really one.
I will dream a thousand dreams.
I will become a thousand people.
Though, the thousand is really one.
One is all and all is one.
Each a part, of the wonder I get to learn.
My journey is a million miles,
Yet to an ant, the same journey is a billion.
What is irrelevant is more relevant than you can imagine.
My life is my creation; it is I, which writes my story.
I pick the characters, I pick the scenes, I pick the outcome.
I could not think outside my own thoughts.
I lived a life with writer's block.
Fearing what is next, as I believe it is an unknown.
Yet, I can make that fear real, if I let it consume me.
If fear is my faith, it is what I will find.
The feeling is real, yet the feared only a thought,
But I make it my reality, then my reality it becomes.
Then the same must be true of love.
So it really is already known.
It is the seed planted.
My garden will produce the harvest of the seeds I plant.
So which will I choose?
Which will I follow?
The will of myself, or the will of my spirit?
The seed of love or fear?
It is all, that is really one and not each.
The journey through my inside,
Is the only way to see outside myself.
It is my inner peace, that determines my outer.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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In A Thousand Words
IN A THOUSAND WORDS I COULD TELL YOU MY FEELINGS.
IN A THOUSAND WORDS I COULD TELL YOU I'M WILLING.
IN A THOUSAND WORDS I COULD EXPLAIN MY PERSONA.
IN A THOUSAND WORDS I COULD TALK LIKE MY MAMA.
IN A THOUSAND WORDS I COULD SING YOU A LYRIC.
IN A THOUSAND WORDS I COULD SELL YOU A GIMMICK.
IN A THOUSAND WORDS I COULD TELL YOU IT ALL.
IN A THOUSAND WORDS I COULD SAY NOTHING AT ALL.
poem by LaQuandra Baskin
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Hymn 62
Christ Jesus, the Lamb of God, worshipped by all the creation.
Rev. 5:11-13.
Come, let us join our cheerful songs
With angels round the throne;
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.
"Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry,
"To be exalted thus:"
"Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
"For he was slain for us."
Jesus is worthy to receive
Honor and power divine;
And blessings more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever thine.
Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift thy glories high,
And speak thine endless praise.
The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name
Of him that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.
poem by Isaac Watts
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September Morn
I watch the World around me
As again I hear nature call
For it is the end of summertime
And the awakening of a beautiful fall.
The leaves have changed their colors
The skies became icy white
My heart becomes exceedingly joyful
At Septembers, beautiful sight.
The rustling wind has turned to cold
The leaves have changed to brown
This moment, I pray to hold
As the leaves fall onto the ground.
The squirrels scurry from their trees
The birds have all flown away
It is another September morning
I feel it with each step that I take.
With a cold wind against my back
I journey to a great tree
To pick up the jewels that she left there
An acorn, and a lonely leaf.
I shiver as I walk
With a leaf and acorn in hand
I watch fall as it arrives around me,
So happy is this man.
I then walk up unto my wife
I present her with the leaf and acorn
So happy I am with this fall,
That I give Her my September morn.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Need I Say More?
the simple turn of the acorn,
holds the secrets of infinity;
a thousand Romes burnt and fell,
in each leaf exploding with ecstasy.
the Holy One came in the form
of a stray cat,
waiting to be fed.
while somewhere small children,
walk with angels in search of rice.
and carpenters hammer nails
as pumpkins wait to be carved.
tired old women wash dishes,
while childrens pictures shout.
and stars themselves are only acorns....
need i say more?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Man Made
Creation of hate
creation of war
creation of the devil
and his merry men
Man made fibres
in the human form
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Neither you nor I
Cows breed more, deer breed more and hares breed more;
They must breed more for forests want them more.
They must feed lions, tigers and foxes
With their casualties in multitudes.
The poor breed more and the lowly breed more;
They must breed more for societies want them more
They must serve the rich, masters and leaders
With their casualties in multitudes.
Between the forests and the societies,
The difference is: forests gave no saints
Whereas the societies gave saints in chain.
No change in societies as in forests..
Who is the planer? Who can defeat him?
Who is the keeper? Who can control him?
Who is the owner? Who can approach him?
Neither you nor I can reform the world.
15.07.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Re-creation
Draw a picture of a legend
And a portrait of live person.
Which is more appealing?
Creation and re-creation
That any art performs?
It is re-creation that brings
Intimacy to the art.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Muse
She sits there so peacefully,
So beautiful.
Her mere presence, an inspiration.
My spirit delights in her lovely being.
The taste of her lips holds a thousand pleasures.
A different pleasure each time.
Her voice like a Psalm of the angels.
Her comforting presence is peace.
Her being is stunning.
In her eyes, love's eternity is foretold.
As I get lost in her eyes, I am found.
For the sheer beauty of heavens creation unfolds.
She is God's greatest creation.
She is love.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Inexpressibility
Nothing can utter life
Neither the growth of grass leaves
In which love draws the circles of creation
Nor the whisper of water in which
The ripples are endlessly destroyed
Neither the strength of the mountains
Doubling the strength of forests into an echo
Nor being silent before the element
Which is closest to singing
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Mother Nature
Nature, thou art God’s creation,
The Benign Mother to all Creation,
Decked in beauty, dressed in glory,
Thou singest hymns to God your Lord.
Bards chant in praise of you,
Sages withdraw to thy silence serene,
Beasts and birds have made you their home,
Men find sustenance and thrive on you,
Dales and Valleys – gems in your crown,
Rivers and Oceans – girdle around your waist,
Dark forests lend you charm,
And deep Ravines spell thy mystery.
Benevolent thou art, still ever malevolent men,
They assault you, they maim and mar,
They suck the life sap – they leave you dry,
They ooze out the blood and cast you dead.
Oh! Pardon us! ! ‘Spare your rod’
Lash not – we fall at your feet!
poem by Valsa George
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