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By Noand Hegask
What lies behind the falling rain and hail when sprinc comes
We all must travel down the road of Life...and choice is an option....
Environment means the surroundings. Land, water, air, plants, animals, solid wastes and other things that are surrounding us constitute our environment. Man and environment are closely intertwined with each other, to maintain a balance or equilibrium in nature.
Different groups of people...
Sunshine beaming in from a window
Proud Lion Like shine
blends my thinking with the wine Im
drinking from none other than a Vine
one Paw deep in the Terra
soil moister than most
fertile crescent valley
alley of perception
for the prowl.
Lunatic Hour approaches
Pople who cannot afford lodging can stay for free on a farm. In return they work and contribute to the compost making. Roy the resident donkey is the sole provider of dung and yet its contribution was not apprecited until Juggernaut decides to intervene.
We Are the Lava Rock Stars
We sing in harmony
Every tree is a free concert hall
We sing 12 hours non-stop from 6 to 6
No R&B, Rock, rap, reggae or calypso
We sing pure Coqui Puerto Rican Style
We are the rock stars
Singing from trees on Lava rock
Juggernut landed in Biloxi,MI, to attend a conference and hopinbg to get leads to get a job only to face serious disppointment when he met an old cquiantance Dr. Guthrie.
By Naomi Folettia
When you open your eyes after a long winter you see that spring has returned again.
By Lori Lopez
Wellsby Manor has a history of bloodshed, built upon the grave of an evil entity who tormented and ate Stone Age humans then infected the soil for ages. His brutal presence inhabits the mansion, terrifying and slaughtering wealthy occupants as well as the residents of a hotel, insane asylum,...
Probes show signs of life on Saturn's Moon of Titan, leading to a manned mission to check it out.
â€œI heard good things about you, I hope you can help,â€ the voice came from an old person sitting in dark green â€˜Humberâ€™, an old British auto make. It was in the parking lot of sugarcane research station in Jamaica.
Juggernaut looked inside the car carefully...
By Joseph Kittell
a poem about a flower and life
Lots of ideas and pains mushed together.
A once proud tree goes back to the earth, and gives back.
By Liz Watson
A seemingly gentle visit to a garden raises unexpected and sinister questions. Just exactly how much blood and sacrifice has been required to create this beautiful garden?