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Husk, my little seed!
Who is that there next to me?
Hello my friend, as you will know,
a large world awaits for you to grow.
But where? We're in a big "black pit"!
Hey! watch those words while we're in it-
for this big black pit may turn to holes,
but we just might get out with help from moles.
It depends on what you'll grow to be-
from a blade of grass to a Red Oak tree.
You see we're quite not all the same-
and there really is no-one to blame.
We are as we are, as we we're made,
from that Redwood Oak to that single blade.
And soon the brightest light you'll see!
And might be sat on by a bee.
But it's a good thing, that you should know.
It will make more of your family grow.
And the winds may take you 'cross the seas,
but you'll enjoy that wondrous breeze.
You'll rise into a new event,
to mix with all, do not prevent.
As man, he starts from just a sperm.
A tough lil' cell, a squiggly worm.
But as they grow, they grow a mind.
And a good one is sometimes hard to find.
So be them good, or be them bad-
they still start like you, being just a lad.
There are many here we must entail,
to pass peacefully to our newborn trail.
From bottom weeds, under our crop,
may make us fall in pain and drop.
We pray the weeds will not prevail,
Or our life on Earth will truly fail.
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Timothy G. Branfalt Sr.
We are all within each other. When that is realized, our prejudice and communication interference will be that of telepathic communication. We will be one with each other and one with the world. These bodies are only temporary forms that keep us restricted from our own heavenly place.
It is only a temporary restriction, especially upon those who intend to use their "physical attributes" with just the selfish, social advancement of themselves.
If this world had started to gain acceptance and understanding of all problematic errors within, we may have been able to share these "advancements" with our brothers and sisters, who are NOW--not later--in danger, not from the immediate natural disasters, but of those that will not surrender the help they need to overcome their immediate handicaps.
The ones of unshared power with food, shelter, clothing, and then to add the militia.
The militia could have been justified, if its intentions were there for the less fortunate, not to take more from the unfortunate.
I live on my lifelong work of gathering a pension, which is paid back to me only due to many years of work. Others work hard, and see nothing. All I have to Always say is "Me casa, es Su casa!", Mucho Amore e "Pura Vida!"
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I'm loving it! Emperor Omorogiuwa Edionseri | Apr 25th, 2009
I love the rhyme and the mesaage but not all winds will take us "'cross the seas" so, we must maintain checks and balances! Great poem!
Poem Timothy G. Branfalt Sr. | Apr 27th, 2009
Thank you! The "seas" I refer to are the "waters" of the universe. Our bodies are 92% water so I hope thwy may pass within each other.
Great stuff!!! clarita zarate | Sep 9th, 2009
Your stuff is great!!! I hope to find it all in one book some day so I can purchase it straight from you!
I like being a tree. asma siddiqua sayed | Feb 18th, 2010
great read. nice metaphor in the poem - us humans like little seeds growing into trees.
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