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Wise it is
    to know the certainty
    of uncertainty.
The atmosphere is charged
With putridity of awful mess
Dustcart on crummy streets
Dustbins on strike
Cleaners dead at dawn
Harmony on walkout
Putting a damper on health
As willowy actresses
And wailing actors are
Pushing for cleanness
In this arcade of flaming dirt
Asking change for a change
All bawling, No matter the price
We must win the prize.
I confess
more and more
I seem to be enjoying less and less.
 Aug 2020 Andrew Crawford
Jayne E
this poets soul
is sowing seeds
for loved ones lost
for unseen deeds
in the quiet times
dappled with sighs
dusted in pale light
are pre dawn skies
Mr Tui sings
he spreads wide
his wings
in upward flight
to the Puriri tree
I think of you
I dream you are free
toes mulled
in a turning tide
undertow pulled
the tears we cried
for you
I glimpse your eyes
crystalline blue
so briefly seen
caught in sea foam
sands washed
renewed pristine
I let go like the sun
& long for home


J.C.
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One sunny afternoon                                        
I set my tent in the jungle,
and broke every rule walking alone to find a sip of fresh water.     
~
I studied everything I could about big creatures that live in the jungle. I was convinced that there are no lions and hyenas, ...
when all of a sadden I could not step on the ground.      
~                              
Paralyzing pain was numbing my right leg.
~
I was bitten by a venomous creature.
~
I immediately knew that I’ll die
suffocating.
~
The fear helped me deepen my breath, with no hope for survival ...
~
Big creatures have been given power, while minuscule one have been gifted with venom and poison to protect themselves.

Never underestimate a minuscule creature, ...
Life teachings come to us in many ways.

There is more and more knowledge, but never more learning.

Learning comes through direct experience.

In the jungle, I learned a big deal about the so-called small creatures ... My experience taught me that there are no small creatures...
Is there reason
  for breaking the silence?
  speech impeaches
  intrinsic is the latent

  the mind searches
  the heart knows its place
  the unravelling blemishes
  the inner peace and grace

  is there reason
  love to reawaken?
  she sleeps in contentment
  let her dreams be unbroken

  the evening languishes
  of its own-- nothing is stolen
  that which is the natural flow
  of life must abide--no words need be spoken.
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