Secret Keeper Promt # 37 – April 15, 2016

oh my gentle friend
as we sit looking into space
this event called life
moves throughout eternity
with neither reason nor aim

© G.s.k. ‘16

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NASA Researchers: DNA Building Blocks Can Be Made in Space: “NASA-funded researchers have evidence that some building blocks of DNA, the molecule that carries the genetic instructions for life, found in meteorites were likely created in space.”

The Secret Keeper – Weekly Writing Prompt #32 Week:  5 Words: | SPACE | FRIEND | EVENT | MOVE | AIM |

1sojournal – NaPoWriMo: Day 15

Morning Haiku and Waka – April 20, 2015

waterfall

tumbling water
falling creates new paths
feeding the river
meeting water creatures – flows
and finally reaches the sea

the rain falls
upon the stones and flowers
soft water falls

life’s web
every creature united
by unseen strands

majestic ocean
tumbling water fall
placid lake
all united in life’s web
– this tiny drop of rain

sweet melody
in the warm summer forest
waterfall symphony
with an insect chorus
a hymn to joy

© G.s.k. ‘15

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This post was inspired by Carpe Diem Haiku Kai – Time Glass Challenge and is linked to Haiku Shuukan as well.  From Haiku Shuukan:

“All conflicts around the globe emerge from the same delusion, the illusion of separateness, but all is connected and we all are part of it. To recognize and acknowledge that we are part of it is the first what we have to do. And not only based on the concept. We have to decide that we are touched by it”.

Joan Halifax

I was looking for the waterfall scene from the French film “Minuscule” which I couldn’t find … but I found this series of shorts about the little creatures created by Hélène Giraud e Thomas Szabo and thought I’d share it with you all!

Ostranenie Nightmare – WDPWP Poetry Prompt # 011

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAWe live in a world of our own creation.
Born in an age of technical revolution.
Thinking we’d better our lot on Earth,
We’re lost in this gone-off devolution,
Sad age of sour milk and cyclamates,
Our only values weighed in dollars and cents,
Our devil is another Value Added Tax,
On the next shoddy toy that we want to buy,
Made in factories of an emerging nation…

Our factories closed, since capital decided
The working people earned far too much.
Cities moulder and decay as economies die,
Whole families become homeless,
Tension grows, young people kill themselves
And their fellow students,
In a secular libertarian promised land
Gone sour, without love for humanity.

Whilst children toil and die to keep prices down,
Everything in the west in now imported.
Oh no, I exaggerate, we still excel in creating,
Nutrition-free food full of cheap new chemicals.
Oh “Brave New World” that’s ’round the corner
Of passive eugenic biological robots,
With pet tested allergic-free
Electronic chips to control them,
Culture-free schools to educate them,
And health programmes created to eliminate,
The excess.

Dystopian nightmare over,
I awoke, to write this poem,
Born, from sombre contemplation
Of dictats, made by just one nation,
Whose ideals are attractive,
But whose roots are rotten.
For liberty, is not buying power,
Nor is man, more than a small part
Of the Universe, we call creation.
Evolution is not the next new invention
of some mad industrial scientist,
But learning to take a step beyond
Our self-centred vision of life
Moving foreward, going beyond,
Our symian nature.
Written for Prompt #011 of We Drink Because We’re Poets

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From: NamaKo London – pinterest.com/namakolondon