Just You and I My Friends
When the Floods Come
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How funny that I sit here writing poetry on my Word program. Two window open and one is this and the other a brutal negative evaluation of a international corporation. I bury them and call into question veracity and accuracy in representation. I do my “job”. Sometimes that means to tear things down that are really just fine and dandy to my mind. But I do not get paid to be nice, I am hired to cause hell sometimes.
So off I go on the sweet and natural. Like walks in nature or even tough climbing. The breath of freedom caused by the slightest of breezes. The sound of an eagle’s wings as it takes off from a perch. A tiny gurgling waterfall and the smell of natural mulch nearby. Minnows nibble at my toes as I cool them in the creek. My pad and pen come out in a blissful solitude from man and yet my best friends all around me. Phone gets turned off, as society gets tuned out. As habit the deep breathing and eyes closed settle me into a guided imagery that is the here and now and not elsewhere. I am in that place and I shall never truly leave.
Hello In There
My Stream
Me in My Special Place
Oh good friends how long it has been
Excuses a plenty where should I begin
What you say you do not even care
Troubles with the world you would not dare
Let me tell oh babbling creek
Getting back here is what I seek
But worry and work they keep me sick
Not enough time to play with a stick
But today I sit here on your banks in joy
Once again alive and well like a little boy
Dandelion and Dragonfly welcome me home
Away from weary where I do roam
Well you have drought and even floods and fire
Who am I to speak of my life so dire?
War and money keep me so full time
Yes I know no “reason or rhyme”
But now we sit our hand in hand
And welcome in this glorious land
Big tall trees that sway in the breeze
And fields of clover that grow with ease
Grean and browns and shade of blue
Remind me I am at home so true.
And Peace Be Upon You in Love
Thanks for taking a little trip with me. Not to worry I am back from out there. I will stay out there for some time and will return soon. I reckon I will get by in spite of myself. Perhaps I don’t belong in this big old house or even close to the big city. Sometimes I think I cause more harm than good. Probably I should not think of it too much. Living under that big old Sycamore tree might not work for too long.
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AUTHORI agree.
Nature is our nurturer.
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Shannon I think from Acrostic to Haiku here. I enjoy it. Mostly not meant to be published. My son and I are learning together. But this style just comes natural.
What a lovely poem, Eric. I didn't know you wrote poetry. At least, I can't recall ever reading a poem by you. You should do it more often.
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Thank you Bill you are very welcome.
Thank you for allowing me to accompany you, my friend. It's a wonderful place, and I'm honored to be there with you.
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Thank you Dora. I just got back from a bit of a trek. Refreshed and I needed some giddy up and got it. Normally I go for the peace and quiet.
The poem is so playful and relaxing. Your closing four lines describing your home in nature leaves me feeling at peace. Thank you.
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So correct Linda. And I am fat on that food :-)
Eric the work might provide money for you and your family, but it's the nature and poetry and writing that truly feed your soul and keep you alive. And you nourish us as well. Blessings.
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I drive the 3/4 mile to a trail head. I could walk it and do sometimes. But normally save it up for the woods or hill or canyon or valley. I could have bought more city but my wife liked our Feng Shue or something and I dove into the proximity to hiking.
By mistake we now pay less than what a one bedroom apartment costs per month.
Sometimes I just thank Elvis.
You would remind me of my nomad days, wouldn't you Eric? Because I listens to a higher call I will accept "city life" for the time being until I'm released to roam the rest of the world I've not seen (if it's still there once I'm free). Just like John Hansen on top of us down under here in the USA, you write a "mean stick of poetry" when you have the mind for it, thanks for sharing it.
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Mel, if you ever find yourself in someplace like Hanoi get the Garra rufa spa treatment. It is a pedicure by these "feet doctors". I am serious they are fish that clean your feet up.
Dude I get paid to make take technical writing into the "feeling" mode so that is work for me.
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John I am trying to get comfy with acrostic and haiku and freestyle but this style just seems my favorite style. Perhaps trying the uncomfortable is making my natural better.
Thank you for being a supportive friend.
My favorite line was about minnows nibbling at my toes, and that wasn't in the poem. I have had dreams like that. It must be a Freudian thing. Thanks for sharing your sentiments, now get back to work.
It was nice to sit with you and contemplate life in your special place, Eric. It sounds idyllic. Keep the poetry coming.
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Ruby I thank you for your nice comment. I seldom take photos or write when I am "out there". God says it will wait until later. Works fine for me. I got nothin' without His guidance.
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Sean this is a fact Jack "Love will tear us apart to build something new and better!" "Tare down that Wall". Build a better bridge to love.
Eric, I think most of us all have floods, highs and lows, but when we write poetry the sky is bluer, people smile more. I loved your rhyme. A poet you are my friend.
I am always by your side, my brother, Eric, no matter in which world you are! Magical or logical, Heaven or hell. Ever one heartbeat away. Because you are in my prayers. So thank you for the journey!
Love will tear us apart to build something new and better!
Sean
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Tim I think around '72 my big brother hiked us up from the river to the Havasupai reservation to a place called Mooney falls. When we got there he said to shut up and listen. He meant that Mother Earth was talking to us. I just wrote what I hear here. (maybe it was Havasupai Falls)
Beautiful poetry and awesome things to think about, Eric. Ah! The Joys of His glorious handiwork that we get for free. Loved it, as always. Thanks very much.
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Pamela, it strikes me sometimes that many many people do not get to be in nature like I do. So I thought I would share that with others.
Thank you for being a friend.
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Thanks Bill, I aspire to be one you appreciates nature as much as you. But hey you have ten years on me :-)
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First you paint a lovely picture and then write such a lovely poem. I truly enjoyed your beautiful poetry my friend.
You need to take your act to coffee shops...read your heart with bongo drums in the background.....Reality by Eric.....a reading about the real of life. I would buy a ticket!
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Thank you Artchelle. It is nice to meet you, Your compliment warms my heart.
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Flourish contrary to many places my state is increasing both the sizes and quality (leave it alone) of our natural habitats. We have to be careful to allow access but not too much access.
My son has a band with a mobile unit. They do gigs at beaches called "Party with a Purpose" which means clean the beach. My daughter does micro garbage and teaches children to make art from it.
It is in our blood.
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Shaloo, thanks. I do not publish poetry much though I do try to write it at least twice a week.
Thank you for depicting a beautiful picture of nature. This must be read by many!
I think that this is the first poem by you that I have read. Such a beautiful poem depicting the joys that nature has to offer!
I like poetry that upholds nature. I hope nature will be around for future generation to enjoy as we do.
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