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Lorax 3: The Secret of the Truffula Seed

Posted in Environmentalism, Ethics & Morals, Fictional Stories, Multimedia Communication, POB Audio, Poems, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 13, 2019 by Drogo

The Wisdom of the Lorax Strikes Back!!!

[based on The Lorax by Dr Seuss, this is fan-fiction]

“I hoped that the Lorax would tell me the secret of the Truffula Tree.” – a whisper that has waited for the Lorax Part Three!!!

Lorax Kin

The Lorax, the Mytak, the Menoo,

The Larkar, the Dundar, the Spagoo;

these were the spirits of the trees

they could come and go from tiny cells as they please

towers of cells serve them well

near where the last of the truffula trees fell

on the ‘Street of the Lifted Lorax’,

around the Onceler’s house full of cracks

 

I stood on the stone platform ‘Unless’

and lowered my head for the Lorax to bless

but the Lorax shook his mustache “no, no”

I asked “Will you tell me the wisdom you know?”

“I speak for the trees, of you they are pleased.

For taking a chance with the seed that you seized.

You knew what to do

and you did it too!

To fight evils of hate and greed,

the most we can do is plant a weed.

Our words were hopes one would do what you could,

and you did what you did as we hoped that one would.

Tell others of the stories we weave,

tell them they have been told at least once,

and then leave.”

 

We now know the secret, yes we do!

When you tell others, tell them who:

The Lorax, the Mytak, the Menoo,

The Larkar, the Dundar, the Spagoo,

the Onceler, the towns-people, myself and you!

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AUDIO Recording

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Lorax 2: The Return of the Dryods

Posted in Cartoon Comics, Environmentalism, Ethics & Morals, Fictional Stories, POB Audio, Poems, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 13, 2019 by Drogo

[based on The Lorax by Dr Seuss, this is fan-fiction]

THE LORAX IS BACK!!!

“We wanted to know what the Lorax would do, we wanted to know what the Lorax knew too!!”  – One of which happens in the LORAX Part TWO!!!

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Once the Lorax vanished from sight,

The Onceler was left in his poisonous blight,

but he gave a seed to a lad

who grew a tree and was glad

He let out a call to proclaim he was proud,

so loud that the Lorax heard it high up on a cloud.

The clarion call was heard by Dryods one and all!

 

So the little furry fellows came down

Some were red, some were orange, and one was brown.

They told the boy “We are here to protect the last hope!”

With their colorful voices they asked for twigs and rope.

Magic of clover helped get seeds from all over

The people created a garden owned by none,

and protected it for the future of everyone.

 

A forest grew too, just like new!

The barba-loots came back in their barba-loot suits

and also again came the fish and the birds

all due to actions from a very few words.

 

The Lorax retired under a hill of trees

and you can visit him there for tea, if you please.

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AUDIO Recording

Reasons to Dare to be Wrong

Posted in History, Matras Quotes Tips, Poems, Rationality & Logic, SCOD Online School, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on August 9, 2019 by Drogo

My Reasons for Daring to Be Wrong – 

I believe architects must dare to study multiple disciplines, even though i know through experience that specialists will always know their topics better. Professionals are very protective of their trade, lest someone try to replace them, take what is theirs, and mingle it with other disciplines inappropriately. This is what architects do to design buildings, although to us it is valid appropriation to make something greater than its parts, and possibly new (gasp)! As an amateur historian of philosophy I realize most things that i think i know, someone will claim to know better. I dare because the comparing and contrasting interests me, whether right or wrong according to whomever. One thing that professors are reluctant to admit for obvious reasons, is that education is ongoing even for teachers. Not only do we learn new things as we grow old, but also we forget things unless practiced, and can find out we were wrong about some things. If only for the sake of poetry i feel i have something to express, no matter how much others want to attack my work for perceived flaws. Even i can argue against most of my points and assumptions, no matter which ones i like more, although i do try to be as accurate as i feel is correct for my way of thinking. I certainly agree there are many facts which most of us can consider objective. Most days however, i feel it is all pointless. So i struggle against my own will to create. The passion i summon against depression can result in a very neutral state which I can call sanity, and that self is always there peering into the void of meaning and the well of mimir.

Why bother trying to be always correct (right is a direction)? Daring to be wrong can be enough sometimes. Many people think that many other people are wrong about a great many things, and their opinions can change sometimes. Admitting we are wrong can be hard, but it is easier when we assume nothing in reality is perfect.

Haikus

Posted in Poems, Poems, Rhymes, Riddles, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on June 14, 2019 by Drogo

Japanese Poems – Haikus (Hokkus)

 

So white the snow that chills bones; fire inside, keep warm; cold is winter frost – Drogo

 

Such utter silence! Even the crickets singing; muffled by hot rocks. – basho

 

I am going out; be good and play together; my cricket children – issa

 

Not a voice to stir; darkness lies on fields and streets; sad the moon has set. – imozeni

 

Lightning flash, crash; waiting in the bamboo grove; see 3 dew-drops fall – buson

 

Ashes my burnt hut; but wonderful the cherry tree; blooming on my hill – hokushi

 

Life? Butterfly on swaying grass; That is all; but exquisite! – soin

 

Glorious the moon; therefore our thanks dark clouds; come to rest our necks. – basho

 

Dim the grey cow comes; mooing mooing, and mooing; out of the morning mist – issa

 

Take the round flat moon; snap this twig for handle; what a pretty fan! – sokan

 

Why so scrawny cat? Starving for fat fish or mice; or backyard love? – basho

 

Seas are wild tonight; stretching over sado island; silent clouds of stars. – basho

 

Dewdrop let me cleanse; in your brief sweet waters; these dark hands of life. – basho

 

Mountain-rose petals; falling, falling, falling now; waterfall music . – basho

 

Amorous cat, alas; you too must yowl with your love; or even worse, without! – yaha

 

By that fallen house; the pear-tree stands full-blooming; an ancient battle-site. – shiki

 

In the open shop; paper-weights on the picture books; young spring-time breeze. – kito

 

In city fields contemplating; cherry-trees; strangers are like friends. – issa

 

Green shadow-dances; see our young banana-tree; patterning the screen. – shiki

 

Laugh now pease; remember how we like to be; love inner joy – drogo

 

Dont touch my plum tree! Said my friend and saying so; broke the branch for me. – taigi

 

Twilight whippoorwill; whistle on, sweet deepener; of dark loneliness. – basho

 

Many solemn nights; blond moon, we stand and marvel; sleeping our noons away. – taitoku

 

Fie! This fickle world! Three days, neglecting cherry-branch; and you are bare. – ryota

 

Hanging the lantern; on that white blooming bough; exquisite your care! – shiki

 

In the sea-surf edge; mingling with bright small shells; bush-clover petals. – basho

 

The river; gathering may rains; from cold streamlets for the sea; murmuring mogami. – basho

 

A gate made; all of twigs with woven grass; for hinges for a lock this snail. – issa

 

Wind-blown, rained on; bent barley-grass you make me; narrow path indeed. – joso

 

I dreamed of battles; and was slain, o savage samurai! Insatiable fleas! – kikaku

 

In silent midnight; our old scarecrow topples down; weird hollow echo. – boncho

 

Dew evaporates; and our world is dew, so dear; so fresh, so fleeting. – issa

 

Seek on high bare trails; sky-reflecting violets; mountain-top jewels. – basho

 

For a lovely bowl; let us arrange these flowers; since there is no rice. – basho

 

One fallen flower; returning to the branch? Oh no! A white butterfly. – moritake

 

Under cherry-trees; soup, the salad, fish and all; seasoned with petals. – basho

 

Now from cherry-trees; millions of maidens flying; fierce war-lord storm. – sadaiye

 

Moon so bright for love! Come closer, quilt enfold; my passionate cold! – sampu

 

Too curious flower; watching us pass, met death; our hungry donkey. – basho

 

What a peony? Demanding to be measured; by my tiny fan. – basho?

Yo Soy Yo Mismo

Posted in Ethics & Morals, Poems, Poems, Rhymes, Riddles, relationships, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on June 3, 2019 by Drogo

Yo soy yo mismo – I am myself

I am married to Freedom, and she knows me for who i am. We were married when i became an adult, and our wedding vows were made with each heart break. I am loyal to my friends, and mostly to the best of them, but no one owns or controls me. Those who live with each other are part of each other’s lives, and no promises or betrayals are needed for patterns of behavior to be known. To love Freedom is a game of release, without cheating because there are no jealous hateful rules for others to enforce.

Poem on Death or Loss

Posted in dreams, Memorials / Obituaries / Epitaphs, Poems, Poems, Rhymes, Riddles, relationships, Spiritual, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on April 26, 2019 by Drogo

My gardens, my pets, my friends, my family… those I lose are still with me every day and every night. i still see, hear, and feel them around me and inside me. im always reminded of those things that make me who i am. the things i lose are alive in my dreams or in the presence of other things. Sometimes my dreams of my dead father being alive feel very real. To be remembered is not a depressing concept it is the dying and absence aspects that hurt; but only in forgetting is there absence of our conscious minds; but that is limited absence in the totality of being. 

– Drogo

Lullabies – Sleep Songs

Posted in Poems, Poems, Rhymes, Riddles, Song Lyrics & Analysis, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on February 24, 2019 by Drogo

Sleep Song by Drogo

 

My mind is almost gone,

I don’t know what’s going on.

Lulled by a lovely tune,

I will be asleep soon.

Some way, some how,

I am going to the land of sleep now.

 

Good-night.

 

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more to be added when im awake….