Poetry, Nature’s Picture and catching the Orinoco Flow on the path least traveled…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..

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“Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.” Helen Keller

“Life is one’s house, of what one will become, the accumulation of one’s efforts and takes time to build..everyday is a stone for the foundation of that house and part of the whole…don’t lose any sleep over stones that have been put in place, for they are now a memory, instead look forward and concentrate on what the house will finally become“..

“The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposing ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald

Hello Diary,

Managed to wake up on the green side of the grass this morning, to some sunshine and fog…

Sat morning view

It appears to be pleasant outdoors but looks are deceiving as it is very warm and humid, much like the Tropics…. A good day to relax indoors and contemplate the tomorrows… and while doing that, thought I would pop in and share a few thoughts.. Too hot to ramble on so will share some poetry and leave negativity outdoors… 🙂 in history’s past I wrote a poem while contemplating my tomorrows…

Tell me , Fate
You hold the key,
What is my destiny
Suppose to be?

I was not a king or president,
No powers did I hold,
I wasn’t a preacher or a pope,
No sermon for the fold.

Never learned to speak fine words
A country bumkin’ was I.
Were taught never to tell a falsehood
Learned never to tell a lie.

So tell me , Fate
You hold the key,
What is my destiny
Suppose to be?

Can no longer build cities
The back is tired and sore,
Turned the green earth into a parking lot once
A forest….. into a general store,

I was a soldier once
No longer have the heart for war, I say
Children’s cry of suffering, I did hear
A memory still here today.

So tell me, Fate
You hold the key,
What is my destiny
Suppose to be?

I’ve tilled the soil as a farmer
Fed the world is what they say,
But I see the faces of hunger
Still this very day.

I’ve donated love, time and money
Ask for nothing in return,
But I see nothing has changed today
Will they ever learn?

I’ve tilled the fields and went to war
Helped build cities, towns and much more,
Sowed fields of flowers with tenderness an love
Has my destiny run it’s course, is there any more?

So tell me, Fate
You hold the key,
What is my destiny suppose to be?
( Larry “Dutch” Woller (8-18-2008))

Back before Facebook, Twitter, etc I were blogging on Yahoo 360 (in 2005), and like today, chatted with people all over the world… some were like ships passing in the night and for some we became friends of sorts over time… one such person were June Clark (she is the lady in purple, she passed away at the age of 88 in 2014)…

chris clark

She lived in the small village of Skendleby, Lincolnshire, England…if you don’t know where that is at, Skendleby is a stones throw from Spilsby… 🙂 she was a poet (a distant cousin to Elizabeth Barrett Browning) and in her younger years, wrote articles for some of the newspapers, wrote poetry and articles under the name of Chris Clark… anyway, like everyone else, we would share thoughts about our worlds, etc. and on occasion share poetry… here is one of her poems…

Comes the Peace,
where others fight.

But, within the Self,
the poppies blow
from time to time.

Listening to others;
fighting their cause,
Rakes up the soil
that belonged once to you.

Turns up the stones,
exposes the worms
in the barren plot,
where nothing grew!

But hearts DON’T break,
that much is true;
They go on beating,
they have to do!

They go on beating
throughout the years,
Though bones start creaking
And pains cause tears,

Aches for the cared for,
who now don’t care.
Aches for the skilful miles that stretch
Further even than the years.

But worst of all is the hardening heart,
That little moves as the fast years fly.
For alas the heart knows the answer
To the everlasting WHY!
by Chris Clark, 2011

She were also a artist of sorts as in the late fall she would venture into the gardens, forests, etc. and gather leaves, twigs, etc and during the winter doldrums she would make pictures like the one below (gluing each piece in place), that she sent me a number of years back…

jc picture 2

A picture made by Nature, try painting that!!!… 🙂

Well, I had better close, starting to get very warm so shut down the PC to keep from generating heat.. Will probably turn on my little MP3 player, listen to some soft music and meditate for a bit, check in with destiny… perhaps even dream about a world where everyone speaks the same language; LOVE and PEACE!!.. 🙂 but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

After meditating for a time, will set sail, leave safe harbor and catch the Orinoco Flow, all eyes to the horizon and adventure… 🙂

4 thoughts on “Poetry, Nature’s Picture and catching the Orinoco Flow on the path least traveled…

  1. This is a beautiful tribute to your late friend. I love your poem and your friend’s poem as well as her artwork too. Once again, you gave me a new music track to listen to. I am saving it to my favourite YouTube folder. Thank you so much for sharing.

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