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In Garden of My Mind

Posted in Organic Gardens, Poems, Poems, Rhymes, Riddles, Spiritual, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on January 29, 2020 by Drogo

I did alot of digging and tilling by hand for years.

I also trimmed hedges and trees since i was a boy,

because it was just chore maintenance for our yard.

Then i earned a living working on organic farms; 

until i realized i could not competitively do hard labor anymore; 

and wanted to focus on other jobs like teaching and the military.

I prefer only working with plants on my terms now;

I enjoy nature in between indoor work, without a boss.

I worked so many years on gardens that i did not “own”, 

and then to have my own taken away from me with the sale of our house, 

has made me not want to get attached to gardens anymore.

The ways of working and designing for others only gets me so far.

It has come as a shock to me, to realize how attached I became to wanting

To be the master of my own garden and designs, or else to let it all go.

If i was able to walk out every morning into a garden that was mine for the rest of my life, then i would want to again shape a garden. 

The wilderness is a huge natural garden,

which requires less work to enjoy than a manicured artificial garden.

My efforts now are for the preservation of wild organic nature.

I am focused on protecting Nature for all to use, since i don’t “own” a garden.

I never want to leave the garden in my heart anymore, 

so i live with that state of mind as my goal.

–  Drogo

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Clouds Are Real

Posted in POB Audio, Poems, Poems, Rhymes, Riddles, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on October 29, 2019 by Drogo

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We swim in oceans of emotions, and we sail in relation-ships;

no more voting for corporate pricks;

we think and feel, and vote for those with appeal;

because clouds are real, clouds are real, yeah clouds are real.

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[ Audio recording of poem sung as a folk song ]

 

 

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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?

Who will resist the King?

Posted in Poems, Rhymes, Riddles, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on September 30, 2017 by Drogo

Liberty Poem

 

Who will resist the King?

When he orders your money be spent on weapons to kill?

Rather than health or education

Who will resist the King, when the King comes calling?

Who will take to bended knee, when the King comes calling?

Who will bow down, and humbly offer their neck,

rather than follow dictated orders?

Who will refuse to obey our sovereign lord,

who claims to have won the right to rule?

When he cares for no one with less money?

Who will resist the King?

When he issues the order to arrest your friend?

Who will resist the King?

When he orders to arrest your brother or mother??

Who will resist the King?

When he orders to arrest your lover.

Who will resist the King?

When he orders to arrest you???

[ Audio Reading of the Poem ]

[ Audio Reading of the Poem set to Music (O-Fortuna) ]

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Social Anarchy Dream

Posted in Philosophy, Politics, Psychology, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on August 24, 2017 by Drogo

Poetic Essay by Drogo Empedocles

Social psychology is affected by our social subconscious, metaphorically translated from and by cultural myths, regional legends, and local lore. In Jungian terms, we have collective dreams….. The split in philosophy between science and psychology is largely ignored by the masses, due to politics and economics. Our current political-economic model of Capitalism ensures that the masses remain subjugated, and the masses are increasingly aware of that. When having a car becomes required for lower class jobs, having a car is no longer a luxury, it is a burden of responsibility. Each new mandatory requirement of society, becomes a shackle upon humanity. If some of those shackles can be removed by government, it would be possible to have real democracy. That would then bring up the need to define democracy relative to our needs; which is the question of what natural or civil rights are, and how they should be allowed to be expressed by law.

But of course some say government is always a problem, and less of it is better than more regardless of population; yet I cannot stop thinking that with more population is more government needed? Indeed perhaps every citizen should be an ambassador or counsel for council some times. One might call that social anarchy.

Habitat Fragmentation and Land Ownership

Posted in Poems, Rhymes, Riddles, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on February 21, 2016 by Drogo

Essay for ON THE WILD SIDE January 2016

Our land is more valuable than your money. It was put here for us by the Great Spirit, so we cannot sell it because it does not belong to us. As a present to you we will give you anything we have that you can carry with you; but the land, never.”*

In this present time civilization humans are finding themselves in the midst of more than one environmental quagmire. How to get control of the plastic and junk in the ocean ? How to keep air clean enough to breath in China ? How to rid old pipes of poisonous lead and our water of pharmaceuticals waste which go into toilets ? Am I getting too personal ?

Actually, everything we do and have done in the past are exactly what professional scientists/ecologists are dealing with now. If there ever was a field in which our children will find ready employment, it will be as research problem solvers and maybe even politicians who care about cleaning up our messes. The question we all have is, however, how did we ever get to this point anyway, and what can we do about it as individual home owners, as people who care ?

To their credit, in 1621 the people native to America, the “Indians”, after prayerful consultations with their elders, dieing and weakened due to disease brought here by previous white explorers, and weary of warfare, decided it was in their best interest to make peace with the Pilgrims. In spite of the Mayflower crew robbing them of their seed corn and burial treasures, they made a pact together that would endure long enough to get squash, beans and that same stolen corn planted, harvested and then shared.**

Peace, for the natives, was the best and most productive remedy, even though strangers were encroaching on their land. Interesting…and perhaps something we can learn from during this present time of anxiety about refugees. Unfortunately, back then that fragile peace did not last very long. There will always be the good mixed with the bad, the greedy mixed with the philanthropists, and I assume this is how it will always be. Nothing seems to have changed since the beginning of time.

Of course, as years passed and more settlers arrived to colonize America, the natives were totally kicked off their land. The settlers had brought with them an entirely different ethic of land ownership from Europe, as well as military hardware far more effective than the natives hand crafted bows, arrows and spears. Over the centuries their precious land has been stolen, divided and subdivided…fragmented… sold, and some of it has sadly been misused and polluted.

I am fortunate to live in a sub-division of a beautiful old 200+ acre homestead here in the Catoctins, Due to my love of and concern for diversity in the natural world, I am allowing my 11+acres to not only feed me, but to feed all my other “relations”. The native idea of “other relations” extends far beyond human relatives and includes the wonderful diversity of flora and fauna which most of us care about…bees, butterflies, birds, wildflowers, trees. etc..These are things our children are learning to care about in school, and as wise elders, we should also.

As home owners, and landowners, we can begin to bring these various fragments of land together by allowing native plants to grown, by creating native wildflower gardens on part of our lawns, and planting native trees. That way, the habitat fragmentation which has been going on since the pilgrims settled at Plymouth Rock can be somewhat remedied. If you ever feel like giving up in despair, there is one very real thing you can do, and the opportunity is right in your own back yard, or front yard too (why not ).

The vision is to create a beautiful tapestry right here where we live of yards and properties dedicated to the health and well being of our earth. It already looks like a quilted pattern here in Thurmont, but the work is not yet finished. If anything, the work has just begun !

I belong to the Green Team here in Thurmont and am heading up a project along the rail road tracks which will not only beautify our town with wildflowers, but create habitat for wildlife. I am presently seeking volunteers to clean it up a bit in February and then spread seeds. All this must be done before March, as seeds need the time to stratify (to get the benefit of freezing weather), so as to enhance their germination.

If you are interested in helping me with this project, please do be in touch with me at songbirdschant@gmail.com. If not, then consider doing something on your own little fragment of land, no matter now small. As I always say, “Every little bit helps !”, and THANKS !

* Response of a Chief of the Blackfoot Nation when told to put his signature on a land treaty in Montana; from Touch The Earth by T.C. McLuhun

** as documented in Mayflower by Nathaniel Philbrick

– Christine S. Maccabee

Don’t Ever Tell Me

Posted in Poems, Rhymes, Riddles, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on February 21, 2016 by Drogo

 

Don’t ever tell me the past is past, it is over,

so move on, get over it, forget it;

for the ancient glacial rocks at my doorstep,

making walls and lining garden paths

would not be there were it not for the past and

neither would I in the form I presently exist .

There are ancient trees the world over,

like the Redwoods which stand yet

as monuments to past centuries of change

scars where branches fell,

and circles in their wood which tell their age

as well as years of drought and rain.

Don’t ever tell me the past is gone, so get over it,

for I feel as old as those trees, those rocks ;

My body with scars which speak of history and

my stories which you may hear if you listen.

Feelings too run just as deep as a trees rings do,

for my present is built upon my ancient past.

So don’t ever tell me the past is past,

so get over it,

Because I really couldn’t even if I tried !

– Christine S. Maccabee