Temple of Paz

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Re: Temple of Paz

Post by Gawain » Sat Feb 02, 2019 4:15 am

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I —
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Blessings to all.
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Re: Temple of Paz

Post by Willow » Mon Feb 04, 2019 2:16 am

You sit in a pew and listen. Willow approaches the pulpit and says:

Boys

Bullseyes and targets, marbles and darts.
Little green bugs and bicycle parts.
Frogs in their pockets, worms in their shirt.
A boy is a boy for all he is worth.

Cowboys and Indians, Gene Autry boots.
Guns in their holsters that are sure to shoot.
Big mud puddles, rocks in their shoes,
A chip on their shoulder, a black eye or two.

Little red wagon, scraped up chins,
Scuffed up pants, and old tin cans.
A laugh, a holler, a tear, a shout.
Into mischief but truly a scout.

Old clubhouses, flying a kite,
Up a tree, a fall on the bike.
Skinned up knees, bruises, and cuts.
A boy is a boy when his dukes are up

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Re: Temple of Paz

Post by Willow » Wed Feb 06, 2019 9:02 pm

The Thing

I once set out to make a fiend,
A gruesome thing that no one's seen.
A massive gore of teeth and claws
With sixteen eyes and monster paws.

Before I started out to cook,
I checked out first my Potions Book.
With some touches of my own,
I knew I'd hear my monster moan.

I finally found the perfect pot,
Huge and black and rusted not,
To place it on a fire bright
And waited for the dark of night.

The darkness came, none too soon,
And in the shining of the moon,
I began my task with hopes to fix
The makings for my monster mix.

I filled the pot half-full with grease,
And so began my monster-piece.
I added pints of castor oil
And waited for my mix to boil.

I put in five potato eyes,
A chicken's tooth and watched it rise.
A lock of hair, a roach, a worm!
I stirred it so it would not burn!

Beetle guts, hornet's feet,
Finger nails, rancid meat,
A turtle's toes, a garter snake!
So far, this was a piece of cake!

Then I put in weasel liver,
A centipede, a caterpillar,
Seven hairs from top a fly,
A horse's tongue, a lizard's eye!

Oxen hooves and turkey neck,
A gremlin's ear (just a speck),
Maggot slime, a walrus knuckle.
It smelled so good, I had to chuckle!

I listened to it curl and tip.
I took a spoon and had a sip!
And as I heard it bump and crunch,
I settled back to have my lunch.

I put the lid on good and tight.
I let it simmer all that night.
And all that day I let it brew.
All next night and the next day, too.

Then, that night, the moment came
To see if I had worked in vain.
I pried the lid with tender care,
Wondering what I'd find in there.

I held my breath, peeked inside.
I saw it...and I burst with pride!
I threw the lid aside, at last,
And danced around the pot of gas!

And through the gas the creature rose,
With sixteen eyes, a big black nose,
Fangs, hair and ten inch claws,
Warts, lice and monster paws!

It groaned! It gasped! It grunted, too!
Just why it lived, I wish I knew!
"It must be luck! A chance! A fluke!"
I chose a name and called it, "Duke"!

"Here, Duke!" I called, with outstretched hand.
Did it really understand?
It did! It did! For Duke complied!
It looked so good, I almost cried!

With happy eyes I watched it slip,
Squirm, slide, slither and dip.
Slow, at first, then like a shot,
Duke turned around....and ate the pot!

It ate the table and the chair,
And my book a laying there!
Then it ate my frying pans,
My overcoat and garbage cans.

My couch, my lamps, my stove, my suit!
I have to say, it did look cute.
But was this the monster in my mind?
Did I create a Frankenstein?!

My telephone and TV set,
But Duke? It wasn't finished yet!
My shower, toilet, tub and sink!
My sanity was at the brink!

Then Duke stopped, to my surprise,
And looked at me with thankful eyes.
I never dreamed it'd be so wild!
Duke cocked its head....and then it smiled.

Today, it's eaten all I own!
I barely even have a home!
So, I'm worried by one thing, you see,
It's that one day ... Duke ... might ... eat...
..."AARRGGHH!"

Blessings

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Re: Temple of Paz

Post by Gawain » Sat Feb 09, 2019 1:36 am

COLOURS OF NATURE

Myriad flowers bloom,
Lifting us out of our gloom;
Flowers, a beautiful gift of Mother Nature,
Glorious it’s to view the creatures they nurture;
Flowers bring glad tidings of days to come,
Giving a ray of hope to some.

Flowers bloom in vibrant colours,
Thus becoming a symbol of lovers;
Birds sing in their midst,
In the swirling morning mist;
The lark swoops gracefully down,
To meet the hoopoe beautifully brown.

The beauty of the place is mesmerising,
It’s like Heaven, where our dreams are realising;
Flowers sway in the gentle breeze,
Their scents in air slowly increase;
In such a place I stand,
Between Nature’s beautiful band.

Colourful butterflies flutter around me,
Their vibrancy I envy;
The Sun sets slowly in the west,
The birds return to their nest;
The hens run to their coop,
The flowers begin to droop.

I start back to my ‘nest’,
And gear up for my rest;
As I drift into slumber,
I dream of blooms asunder;
Nodding their heads with glee,
Gay and happy to be free.

I leave them in fanciful flight,
My heart filled with delight;
Such is the beauty of Mother Nature!

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Re: Temple of Paz

Post by Willow » Sun Feb 10, 2019 9:16 pm

My Best Friend

Black and white
Thick and furry
Fast as the wind
Always in a hurry
Couple of spots
Rub my ears
Always comes when his name he hears
Loves his ball; it's his favorite thing
What's most fun for him? Everything!
Great big tongue that licks my face
Has a crate, his very own space
Big brown eyes like moon pies
He's my friend till the very end!

Blessings my friends

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Re: Temple of Paz

Post by Gawain » Thu Feb 14, 2019 12:40 am

Touched By Snow

A small girl on a frozen pond... skates in hand.
A small pond... trees near by... snow is falling.
A bench to put on her skates.
A twinkle in her eye.

Touched by the wind on her face.
Spinning... spinning... spinning.
Snow flakes are falling.
Together, a picture.

A young woman kneels near the ice.
Her eyes catch the eyes of a small girl there.
Spinning... spinning...
She feels the presence of eyes upon her.

An old woman sits on the bench.
Her thoughts drift...
Eyes twinkle behind closed lids.
Painting pictures in the snow.

A small girl arrives... she sits on an empty bench.
Snow flakes fall.
She looks over a frozen pond... trees near by.
A gust of wind... snow flakes spinning.

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Re: Temple of Paz

Post by Gawain » Sat Feb 16, 2019 4:20 am

You sit in a pew and listen. Willow approaches the pulpit and says:

Half way down

Halfway down the stairs
Is a stair
Where I sit.
There isn't any
Other stair
Quite like
It.
I'm not at the bottom,
I'm not at the top;
So this is the stair
Where
I always
Stop.

Halfway up the stairs
Isn't up
And it isn't down.
It isn't in the nursery,
It isn't in town.
And all sorts of funny thoughts
Run round my head.
It isn't really
Anywhere!
It's somewhere else
Instead!

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Re: Temple of Paz

Post by Gawain » Thu Feb 21, 2019 1:20 am

Sunset

The amber glow as day begins to die
Behind a darkened hill that lies to west,
Where trees that silhouette against the sky
March on like lines of soldiers on its crest.

And where the amber meets the fading blue
And tinges it with golden streaming light,
With painted colours these last rays imbue
The western sky, before the fall of night.

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Re: Temple of Paz

Post by Gawain » Sat Feb 23, 2019 4:23 am

Earth and sky, woods and fields, lakes and rivers, the mountain and the sea, are excellent schoolmasters, and can teach some of us more than we can ever learn from books.

There is a way that nature speaks, that land speaks. Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough to pay attention to the story…
But when I hear the waves of the mighty ocean roll,
Or thunder sound, — the champion of the storm!—
Then I feel envy for immortal words,
The rush of living thought; oh! then I long
To dash my feelings into deathless verse,
That may administer to unborn time,
And tell some lofty soul how I have lived as a worshipper of Nature.

Forests, lakes, and rivers, clouds and winds, stars and flowers, mighty glaciers and crystal snowflakes - every form of animate or inanimate existence, leaves its impress upon one’s soul.

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Re: Temple of Paz

Post by Willow » Mon Feb 25, 2019 3:33 am

You sit in a pew and listen. Willow approaches the pulpit and says:

Whispering Waves

Waves come crashing to grey sullen shores.
Powerful and strong, it breathes and roars.
Cascading and caressing each grain of sand,
A warm embrace between sea and land.

High above, a seagull soars high.
Wings of purity it spreads to fly.
Battling high against darkened cloud,
In a wind that blows fiercely, flying graceful and proud.

Beneath, the sand is soft and warm.
Sculpted by nature, it's weathered the storm.
A passionate battle between calmness and rage,
A new chapter's beginning; don't turn the last page.

I listen again to the whispering waves,
Music of nature calming and brave.
Its power unknown, its stillness untamed,
Mysterious and magical, a treasure earth claims.

Blessings

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