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In My Garden – Promote Yourself

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When I work in my garden

I feel the sun on my face

I listen to the birds singing

For my garden is a magical place

When I start to dig in my garden

The worms are tossed around

The robin sits down beside me

Eating the worms from the ground

When I cut my lawns with the mower

There’s a sweet aroma from the grass

Patterns made by the mower blades

Through time they will not last

I find peace within my garden

For there is so much beauty around

The sound of the songbirds singing

Creating such a melodious sound

Next time you are working in your garden

Remember you are not alone

Thank Mother Nature for her bounty

Allowing you to be working in her home

Malcolm Bradshaw

A Song On the End of the World –

RUSS

Czeslaw Milosz, 19112004

On the day the world ends
A bee circles a clover,
A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
Happy porpoises jump in the sea,
By the rainspout young sparrows are playing
And the snake is gold-skinned as it should always be.

On the day the world ends
Women walk through the fields under their umbrellas,
A drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn,
Vegetable peddlers shout in the street
And a yellow-sailed boat comes nearer the island,
The voice of a violin lasts in the air
And leads into a starry night.

And those who expected lightning and thunder
Are disappointed.
And those who expected signs and archangels’ trumps
Do not believe it is happening now.
As long as the sun and the moon are above,
As long as the bumblebee visits a rose,
As long as rosy infants are born
No one believes it is happening now.

Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet
Yet is not a prophet, for he’s much too busy,
Repeats while he binds his tomatoes:
No other end of the world will there be,
No other end of the world will there be.

Czeslaw Milosz, 19112004

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All’s Fair in Love and War – Promote Yourself

love and war

Going on instinct, wanting to survive

you kill all people both low and high
you hide from sunlight for darkness is your only friend
you must survive no matter what until this war ends
do not feel guitly for the people now dead
they were going to kill you, remember the old quote said
all is fair in love and war and war it is indeed
any tool to survive is all that is in need
now lets move on to love a new kind of sin
doing anything for her to win
her tendernouse and love not knowing what you did
you killed lied and played the others after her in the compatition
you do not feel guilty remembering the truest quote
all is fair in love and war and love is what you value most
she will never know and you cant cheat
all the men that you have beat
love and war, war and love there is no difference
anything to live on is all men commence
so if you come across a man in love or war remember their only quote
all is fair in love and war and they will always boast
that there are no rules so there is no way to cheat
so if you come across a man in love or war, stay out of the way or you surely will be beat

LOVE VISITED – Promote Yourself

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Love visited me once

on a moonlit night

lasting six months;

I grew,

was nourished

became almost human

as my being sought a home.

I held the moon at arm’s length

and watched it grow small

as its certain cycle

continued to darkness.

The baying of dogs rings untrue,

the sky is empty.

Walt Trizna

https://walttriznastories.wordpress.com/

Would I Give Advice to the Me of Ten Years Ago? – Promote Yourself

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