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I own a human he’s my pet He’s worshiped me since first we met My human pet is old and bald But always comes when he is called I’ve got him trained around the house But he simply cannot catch a mouse His cooking skills are pretty poor He serves my food upon the floor He picks me

Live for the moment Each second of time Glimpse simple beauty In the structure of rhyme Touch a lone snowflake On the tip of your tongue Or remember the words Of a song you once sung Cherish the thought Of gentle laughter Remember a kiss Of love ever after Look at the world

The insect community Has no immunity To a well cut lawn Where they cannot spawn A natural garden is always best To welcome in our insect guest When planting seeds For butterflies and bees Sunflowers empower Alyssum and Delphinium Should have dominion Foxglove they love

Try not to infect The soil by pesticide, Select a better way, For Earth's protectors Reside inside And they will die. A natural garden; Is the purest home, Where bees And other Insects roam. Only pure rain must pour, For this is nature's law, Her way, To wash away the

The heron on the lake Did not stir and make you wake But by my side I saw you stand And point to him with your hand We talked, I listened, I saw you glance At butterflies flying in a dance And all at once I saw each wing Carry you free from suffering But your smile and love

Dance in the memories Of times of love and loss Toss away the burdens Not be a stone that gathers moss. For time is but a passage A route we each must take, It shapes us in our passions Divides at each mistake. Each day is borne for making Not consuming in a fire, Love is

Let me tell you the tale Of the magic ring, Of the wonder and wealth That its power could bring. Upon a snowy mountainside, This magic ring was found inside, A rusting, battered, wooden chest And within a cave it had been laid To rest, for by this land it was forgotten, Until its

At the heart Of all that's wrong In the world; The belief That some lives Have more value Than others. We must try To see eye to eye; Empathy for all Who live; all who die. No matter how much We possess; it matters less. At sunset, the richness Of the Earth Will be our final

We are each A piece Of this puzzling planet. In the end We blend with the soil Or carry on the wind. Behind us and in front of us Is everything we are And the nothing we will be. Only here, now, can we make An earthly difference. Open the door to change And life is limitless.

So said the blind man, Who was sat upon a rock; 'The weight it is beneath me, But I am made of greater stock, I may walk in rags and tatters, Fettered to the land, But I weigh my wealth Not in gold, But in the soil, Within my hand. Gripped inside My gentle touch, For most,

Forests; The cathedrals Of the Earth, Nature's work Of art And every branch Paints the sky. A thousand years Of memories Reside inside A single tree. Free to walk Beneath them, To listen, As the wind Rustles their leaves; To find history, Before history Leaves us all behind. From

Fish may Have a stream Or pond, But do they question What's beyond? Below the depths Of the ocean, Do they feel With deep emotion? Do they sleep; Dream of being? Beyond the bubbles, That they're seeing? Are the bubbles Simply air? Where they swim With little care? Does

Never follow blindly; The minds of many, Are dangerous in their vanity, Question always what is said; Avoid being led by false Words; empty promises. Know deception begins, With a smile, or a grin; That charm and charisma, Easily beguiles. Begin to know, that Each heavy blow,

A rhythm Found deep In nature; Not asleep, Profound, Resounding, In a heart beat, Of fleeting existence; The persistent rhythm, Of life, that drives The driven soul. Feel the pulse, Reside inside, The heart of the earth, Never stand aside, Or be apart, Or choose to lose The

PULSE , lyric by Grimnien 🌍 ⏳ 😍🥰

Never follow The crowd, Pursue science; Not political Compliance. For many voices Are shrouded In disguises; Many, Talk aloud, But deceit Comes in many guises. Always seek the truth, For those That we perceive As weak, Shall fall, Easily blinded; Cruelly

Have you ever wondered Why pain and loss, Are such an integral part Of our existence? A question philosophers Have grappled with For centuries. Many hours spent, To understand this truth; Time, Not borrowed or lent. In the depths of our sorrow, When the new tomorrow

Grimnien 🌍 ⏳ KYA ZORA With the end of this existence drawing nigh for me, I have a deep appreciation for these beautiful words, my friend. Have I told you how much I love Kya's voice? She brings such an eloquent vocalization to your poetry. And, the rest of the folks with you? Amazing! 🎶🤌 ✌️&❤️

I am the first, I am the last. I am The beginning; I am The past. I am no one, But, I am all, I am rising; As I fall. I am below, The one above; The one In sorrow, The one In love. I am the voice Inside your head; I am the living, I am the dead. I am the one Torn apart, I am