EMINEM NATURE WOE HUMAN SPACE RACE MOMENTUM: POETRY PHILOSOPHY 5 MORE

Guess who’s back, back again
Bezzy’s back, my bestie friend
Guess who’s back, guess who’s back,
Guess who’s back. Guess who’s back?
[(Eminem (Marshall Mathers = M+M)’s song, changing Shady for Bezzy (Jeff Bezos; billionaire publisher of my books; I don’t really know him, and it’s mainly parodying those who have relationships for career enhancement etc; although I am very grateful to him for publishing them), and ‘tell a’ for ‘my bestie’. I could be the new Eminem, the prequel, going back in the alphabet, using letterology: Eminel (M+L).]

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These four are the famous coloured background formats I use on Facebook, with a maximum word limit I think helps me keep them concise, and is an excuse to keep them short!

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4×4 space raindrop tree philosophical thought

Sun is not just our light-giving fireplace.
Without it’s gravity,
Earth would hurtle alone:
a lifeless rock through space.

Believe what you want,
nobody knows for sure,
and the unknowable today,
will certainly be yesterday tomorrow…

Just a raindrop on Earth’s top,
where we land not sky’s plot,
supposed to help planet sort,
what is living from what is not.

I wish I knew all the trees;
by name not disease;
their branches, leaves, seeds;
and what they’re saying with ease in breeze.

First posted last night, and others just now; letter count fitted for colourful backgrounds; on Facebook.

PAGAN SELF-PORTRAIT POETRY

Reconnecting with my families
sunlight, rocks and trees
no barriers in-between
brain disk clean.

At one with tree canopy
eyes’ white light greenery
north’s solar open season
Earth’s axis tilt summer reason.

garden life analogy POETRY

This is how this small poem developed to fit a colourful Facebook background; the editing fits with the poetry advice I remember reading, to take out all unnecessary words, so that everything is vital.

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   As my generation ripened and matures we may think the orchard ages with us, but we are not trees, and other fruit will follow, as we sprouted from seasons of yore.

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We may think the orchard ages with us, but we are not trees, and other fruit will follow, as we sprouted from seasons of yore.

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If you like the above, my books are full of advice and examples:

Poem Inspired by mistYmuse on Day 4 of Longest Festival

Where there is mist

Y, there is muse

Tryst In Me, Sky Birds Tree

grist to the mill
mist on the hill
words enter mind
meet-up maybe rhymed

then they chime, clickety click time

sub-lime olive green
branch bells ringing
nest like ancient amygdala
mirroring brain stripped bare

I wasn’t going to write a poem until seeing the misty weather forecast; even though I could see the mist! so the above poem could definitely be said to have been inspired by the mistYmuse, although it was more about seeing it in writing and having the proof to display.

A couple of links I used:

grist to the mil definition 
brain and trees similarities

A couple of books I wrote and recommend: