Hopscotch with seas shells and whirlybirds in the air, singing weeee and swinging high swing high, flying free, landing barfoot in the grass
Cousins taking turns Counting to one hundred hands in sync, switching without missing a beat the ice cream maker's hand-crank keeps churing.
Walking with cousins Playing with friends, hoping summer will never end.
No school, outside and free, it is time just to be me. Gliding on the porch swing, a bowl in my lap shelling peas with purple fingers- I prefer to snap green beans, please.
Straight from the garden, a summer snack. Chores done, potatoes stored in the shack. Childhood summers make me wish for more, tree climbing, river-side camping on a sandy shore and so much more.
The pulse is weak, a vanishing vapor, Thanatos grins when breathing ceased. Death's grim triumph- of the Afghan thirteen, fallen, betrayed, left behind.
A country's demise by the hands of a few won't be forgotten. America's heart bleeds.
Hope hurts and hope heals, shattering the grip of hate- past and present repeat. (1776)
A mind free to think
Imagines, reasons, then decides
to act with forethought.
Haiku by RL Brown
C S Lewis/PIC: stories.gordon.edu
CS Lewis said that imagination is key to reason. But your mind must be clear, lucid, looking beyond instant gratification to see a reasonable danger. Reason trains the mind, and imagination helps you see beyond what you know. Reason will test, decipher, and separate subtleties that snare. You are ready to think -to act beyond just yourself.
The drug trap. A mind clouded by dreadful need. The loss of love for others and cherished memories turns to disdain. Careless attitude in life that drags you down into the depths of despair. Despair is so great that it takes you over an unimaginable cliff. Drugs trap you in a body and steal your life and freedom.
To imagine means to explore possibilities and reason is to weigh actions with consequences with a depth of understanding and proceed with full knowledge, ready to bear consequences. Marx was an elitist fool who lived off others and yet abandoned his children to starvation. Marx was the type of man who celebrated the death of his uncle, so he could live off his Uncle’s wealth without producing any of his own. China and Russia only pulled out of poverty because they allowed for free enterprise. Our country is not perfect, but it allows for everyone’s life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness… and all that goes with that, great success or great failure.
A mind free to think will imagine, reason, and then decide to act. R L Brown
Philippians 4:8 Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.
Romans 12:2 Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect.
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Virtual is a hoax
Reality is hands-on
Dewey’s Thoughts
Imagination-
is key to wading through
dense weeds.
A mind free to think
imagines, reasons, then decides
to act with deep thought.
@Bleu_Owl deep, Dewey, dense. (CSLewis) (John Dewey)
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For me, a Haiku is a 17-syllable verse that captures an image or moment that touches the heart when the reader grasps its meaning.
Some are still a work in progress.
The Haiku is a
seventeen syllable-verse,
understood by the heart.
Depicts a moment
in nature filled with simple
wonderment and awe.
Perspicacity
Reach into the world of words,
to find clear insight.
Slipping through morning dew, first blush hues cast,- dawn's chorus begins.
Antiphonal tweets robins, warblers, blackbirds sing day-spring's symphony.
The woodland world wakes.
January sky
Its sheer so clear, so blue.
Nothing leaves a mark.
On gradient winds,
matching a clarion call
Eagles hitch a ride.
Spring buds pop their heads,
February trickery-
Winter snaps, not yet!
Loam stirs, breaking free
Roots stretch in fertile earth
March howls for spring's warmth.
Sky looks down on earth
Eyes as dark as a new moon,
Winks in the spring night.
Loam stirs, breaking free
Roots stretch in fertile earth
March howls for spring's warmth.
Ode to Daffodils Bordering Mamaw’s cotton field Beside Mamma's fence To my backyard Daffodils. Posted on February 25, 2022 by Posted in #HaikuSeed Daily Haiku Prompt
Longing for a sidewalk stroll
along the storefronts of a –
five-and-dime
boutique
coffee house
with friends
. . .mask less.
Winter folds a tree- into a counterfeit death – Gray, bony, lifeless.
Cold, still, frosty white
Frozen precipitation
The glistening sun
Icicle droplets
Drip amid a frozen field
Robins drink mid-stream.
Kindness ripples when
interjected precisely
and rips through meanness.
kindness ripples and rips through meanness.
Tempean ox-eye titivated petals sway as butterflies dance
Hidden Object
The only reason
I've never been snake-bitten;
I pound when I walk.
The object I seek
is blatantly obvious.
but it's not a snake.
A trim crimson comb
Proud strut, surefooted, perched high.
First to greet the day.
Calls the world to wake.
Rises with the morning sun.
Cock-a-doddle-do
Prayer is your weapon. Like the soil loves the tree and gives life to the tree so does prayer nourish your soul. Prayer cradles life whether answered here or there (heaven).
Death's grim triumph of the fallen thirteen, betrayed, left behind. Our soldiers' demise at the hands of a few won't be forgotten.
The Afghan Thirteen The pulse is weak, life's last vapor vanishes. Death grins when breathing ceased.
Thanatos’ grim triumph- of the Afghan thirteen, fallen, betrayed from within, and left behind.
A country's demise at the hands of a few. America's heart bleeds. They will not be forgotten.
Hope hurts. Hope heals! Hope shatters the grip of hate- the past and present repeat. 1776 to Aug. 26, 2021.
In memory of the thirteen men and women who died in service of our country and who fought to defend the freedom loving Afghan people.
Sgt. Johnny Rosario Pichardo, 25, of Lawrence, Massachusetts, assigned to 5th Marine Expeditionary Brigade, Naval Support Activity Bahrain.
Sgt. Nicole L. Gee, 23, of Sacramento, California, assigned to Combat Logistics Battalion 24, 24th Marine Expeditionary Unit, II Marine Expeditionary Force, Camp Lejeune, North Carolina.
Staff Sgt. Darin T. Hoover, 31, of Salt Lake City, Utah. His military occupational specialty was 0369, infantry unit leader. Cpl. Hunter Lopez, 22, of Indio, California, a rifleman, decorated marine.
Cpl. Daegan W. Page, 23, of Omaha, Nebraska, a rifleman, decorated marine.
Cpl. Humberto A. Sanchez, 22, of Logansport, Indiana, a rifleman, decorated marine.
Lance Cpl. David L. Espinoza, 20, of Rio Bravo, Texas, a rifleman, decorated marine.
Lance Cpl. Jared M. Schmitz, 20, of St. Charles, Missouri, a rifleman, decorated marine.
Lance Cpl. Rylee J. McCollum, 20, of Jackson, Wyoming, a rifleman, decorated marine.
Lance Cpl. Dylan R. Merola, 20, of Rancho Cucamonga, California, a rifleman, decorated marine.
Lance Cpl. Kareem M. Nikoui, 20, of Norco, California, decorated marine.
Navy Corpsman Maxton W. Soviak, 22, of Berlin Heights, Ohio, assigned to 1st Marine Regiment, 1st Marine Division, Camp Pendleton, California, decorated Navy Corpsman.
Staff Sgt. Ryan C. Knauss, 23, of Corryton, Tennessee. Knauss was assigned to 9th PSYOP Battalion, 8th PSYOP Group, Ft. Bragg, North Carolina.
Short Version: The Afghan Thirteen by RL Brown
Death's grim triumph-of the fallen thirteen, betrayed, left behind. Our soldiers' demise at the hands of a few won't be forgotten.
A Call to Arms: Desperate times call for desperate measures. Arms yours self with the Gospel; it is time to fight. How? Prayer and fasting is the key to winning this fight. Find your prayer closet, your church pew, and get on your knees.
2 Chronicles 7:14: If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.
A Call to Arms: Desperate times call for desperate measures. Arms yours self with the Gospel; it is time to fight. How? Prayer and fasting is the key to winning this fight. Find your prayer closet, your church pew, and get on your knees.
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Bumblebees, Honeybees and Wasp Tiny things that run the world, busy beats, their wings unfurled. Bumblebees love anther(pollen) threads blooming hues of blues and reds. Golden pearls spread all about, gathered by a little scout. Pollinizers-Flower Power Flower bouquets spread their scent, whiffs and swirls at spring’s advent. Orchard bees seek apple trees guided by a fragrant breeze. Bees create a honey treat- with lavender so pure and sweet.
The Butterfly Dainty things that run the world, silent beats, their wings unfurled. Butterflies from all around follow scents that hug the ground. Dancing-feet atop a bloom, search for nectar to consume.
Pollinizers-Array of Colors Flower clusters, vivid hues Yellows, reds but no blues, Flower seeds secure their worth, stretch their roots in fertile earth. Coneflowers and scattered seeds, are best paired with butterfly weeds.
The Hummingbird Swiftest things that run the world, Hums and beats, their wings unfurled. Hummingbirds need constant fuel. Brillant blooms attract this jewel. Forward, backward, upside down. These dashing fliers zip around. The Beauty of Pollinizers Golden flowers brilliant blooms Entice birds with shiny plumes. Blazing Star to Geranium, Coral Bells to Delphinium. Flower meadows, patchwork plots, Scattered seeds in local lots.
-let's sprinkle seeds in local lots.
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Snuggled in a blanket,
thick socks warm my toes.
Hot latte melts my insides.
Fall breeze tickles my nose.
Achoo
Hay bales decorate storefronts
with scarecrows and pumpkins.
Overalls adorn with autumn hues,
there sit two country bumpkins.
Achoo-ACHOO!
It’s a crisp autumn day,
lacking yesterday's heat.
Local parade opens fair season,
Now is time for a delicious treat.
ACHOO - Achoo- ACH...
A visit to the pumpkin patch
on a sunny afternoon,
thick with particulates
no one is immune.
Achoo, Achoo, and ACHOO!
The Harvest Moon engulfs the sky,
with reddish orange glow.
Cinnamon spice perfumes the air.
“Caw ,” cries a very scary crow.
Achoo, ACHOO
Slow down and take the time
to make a pot of savory stew.
Breathe in and enjoy the season
even with a sneeze or two.
Achoo
Autumn Breeze by RL Brown October 2020
Snuggled in a blanket, thick socks warm my toes, a hot latte melts my insides, and a fall breeze tickles my nose. Achoo! Hay bales decorate storefronts with scarecrows and pumpkins, adorn with autumn hues. It’s a typically crisp autumn day, lacking the humidity and heat of yesterday. ACHOO – Achoo. A visit to the pumpkin patch on a sunny afternoon, thick with particulates and allergens visibly floating in the air. Achoo, Achoo, and ACHOO! The Harvest Moon fills the evening sky, the horizon allowing only the yellow, orange, and red hues to filter through – Achoo, ACHOO! The smell of cinnamon and spices and a warm pot of stew remind me of fall and winter coming soon. Achoo! The Harvest Moon disappears for another year as the fall wind blows the dust away and brings winter’s crisp, clean air. Time to slow down, look around, and breathe in this fall season, even with a sneeze or two.
Jasper, the ghost, refuses to float. Over water, his stomach would bloat. Nightshades took pity- Takes him to the city. Cruising across the moat by boat.
Vincent roams the skies by night, foraging for flower nectar to bite. The flowers all hid, afraid of this kid. Vanishing by morning’s light..
Nettie, the spider, tosses silk threads. The wind carries her over the farmstead. Free to roam, for a new home. Spinning her web by the woodshed.
Pumpkin Pete sits in a patch, grim. He wishes for a face that would grin. Along came a farmer, who's a great carver! Beaming at guests entering the inn.
Shelton Bones travels by scooter never honking the horn tooter Ghosts cry yoohoo, bats screech boohoo. Skidding downhill, he runs over Rooster.
Luna wishes to fly by moonlight seeks a moonbeam to steady her flight. sleight hullabaloo incoming cockatoo Tail-spinning, Luna flies till midnight.
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