Wisdom not wealth was what I wanted.
Status and fame were not for me.
Now I can see it makes no difference -
they're all just forms of vanity.
Which is poems of modern ideas in traditional poetry forms, rhyming poems and rhythmic poems plus some less proper items, jokes, epigrams, etc.
Wisdom not wealth was what I wanted.
Status and fame were not for me.
Now I can see it makes no difference -
they're all just forms of vanity.
The first miracle is that the Universe exists.
The second that the Earth is so alive.
the third is Mankind.
The fourth will be if the second can survive the third.
When weeding beans he works too fast
and by mistake he cuts some down,
the farmhand's annoyance doesn't last
when dissipated by the sound
echoing down the centuries
(as long as there's no gentry round)
by Anglo-Saxon peasantries -
Oh, fuck !
The advantage of winter is spring
when resurgence of life in a trillion trees
starts to net the empowering sun.
All the flowers and leaves that unfold
provide insects and cover to make the birds sing
and the nectar to fatten the bees.
The new cycle of nature begun,
even mammals and men must respond to the hold
of the temperate seasonal swing
from dejection when cold winters freeze
to the hope and the plans that soar up with the sun
making summer green worth more than gold.