An Awakening Universe

Fragrant blossoms bouquet the treesA zephyr roseate with redolenceBirds warbling endless resonance. Dew luminesces blooms and leaves Butterflies glide on morning jauntFluttering prismatic feathers flaunt Dayspring lushly serenaded by beesGuzzling fluorescence for glacé nectar The queen bee’s honey collector Fronds rustled by a silken breeze Cloudless sky vault green meadows Lambs, sheep graze in peaceful […]

An Awakening Universe
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Respect the ocean.

sea and ocean are two different terms used to describe bodies of saltwater. The main difference between the two is their size and location. An ocean is a vast body of saltwater that covers a large part of the Earth’s surface, while a sea is smaller and partially enclosed by land. Oceans are typically deeper […]

Respect the ocean.
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Newly Edited For Your Reading Ease

“Home-Groan Communists” (Edited 10/24)
Teach me to rush to publish under the ticking clock – but that’s a mere excuse: the reason I am type-lazy.
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“While I Don’t Intend…”

(September 5, 2023)

By J Richards

While I do not intend to vote for Donald Trump (in the primary) unless he repudiates all efforts to salt his platform with his women’s views…wife, daughter-in-law, etc., I very well might vote for him in the general depending on what other choices become available – outside the communist party in america masquerading as Democrats, that is.

And the U. S. Supreme Court supposedly will decide if his name will be allowed on the ballot this coming primary (or was it any further election to decide whom will be tasked to herd these here 50 cats called states. Huh?). If being a crook is the standard – or must it be a convicted crook and then Joe Biden slips under the limbo bar again – then I just may have to go ahead and Vote Red and Be Done With It!

Get me a real live commie for whom I may vote instead of this crass excuse for a washed out and dried up DemonCratic panderer to his real owners – which ain’t you, America.

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This’un’s just too got not to make richwrapper as well

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U asked Bruce Clay (Juice) Jewett which solvent he used to unstick his tongue from the cheek he usually employs in gentle jests. When I read the haiku aloud outside all the oak trees in and around downtown Sanford, Florida wailed and moaned and began shedding still-vibrant green leaves way too early. They asked me to convey this to Juice: We’re so sorry you have to sleep in until that awful sun creeps around our brother/sister oak’s lowest limb. But bee of good cheer your worship: we all have chipped in and asked J to forward you post-haste a windup alarm grandson clock make with no oak whatsoever.
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“Saves Calendar Space” Tanka 6123(r)

(August 31, 2023)

no savant

I see

each sunrise painted monday

saves calendar space

and watchless – phoneless too! – I

parse my week to end-days “Y”*

*(While cringeless I go about a cluttered landscape picking up all three wind-broken twigs and stems – one with actual Spanish Moss attached! – from yesterday’s touted her-i-cane “I” which whimpered by Sanford for so usually long (though my rel’tives out GenevaWay say they had one awfulgad thunder-cell pass by scaring their now-English-living now-Missus Chickadee who promises to fly home to Central Florida to pursue yet a second Doctorate at U-Can’t-Finish, the former Florida Technological University renamed UCF much to elder brother Glenn’s lamented chagrin – he wanted UFO – University of Florida @ Orlando – as after half a day with ‘bated (it really is a contraction for “Abated Breath”) not even the plastic picnic spoons and forks thoughtlessly by me left on a tabletop outside moved not a milimeter, yet the cisterns were indeed replenished by one strong downpour and intermittent mists and dews and some ne’r-quite-realized demi-squalls with a final nod late last night (or was it early this morn as I trudged out darkishly to flip on the doorlight and read a few more pages of the wondrous James Reece’s adventures in SEALandville by – and here the mystery calcifies: what’s a “Joint Pseudonym”? – Jack Carr.) So I shall patrol “the back forty” for more windfall and mayhap pot some few grape tomato seedlings for pals Greg(ory) Ganas and his bright-shining star Elizabeth Sweeney(sp?) Ganas, who gifted me lucious and licentiously large carambola – starfruit to the rest of us heathens – which juices made my chin delight during the coming-for but faltering “Miss I (and us?)” of a ‘cane. And then Doctor Jeanne reminds, “but, J, it always can turn around and come back’ to which I snorted “like a lost hankie not being picked up by any stray gallant?’ Which ‘minds me to switch after one more poem to The Weaher to see what next nature brews. So far, weak tea, but nonetheless the green things are thankful.)

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Yassy’s Dilemma Not Demystified

In My Pen
Lady Yassy: sometimes I lose a name and keep typing until it – a lot more than just sometimes – comes to me. I’ve yet to have a successful stare-down with a reluctant empty page…sometimes I just plough on and othertimes I change furrows. You pen remains ink-full and even stare-started is worth reads-a-many. You broach so much and risks lie mute below your chopping instrument so as to make the pulp-trees weep we’ve switched to phosphors on-screen and only after to we show the paper…some wadded and some still pristine and best those en-folio. This’un a keeper. J
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