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The Pledge

I came by other avenues To realize this illusion Of beauty As the wasting away Of body and soul, And adventure As reckless disregard for life. I will never quit revealing The hypocrisy Of here versus there, Repairing damage That is non-existent While ignoring true atrocities. I will banish propaganda And exile the terror Of imagining my life THIS way, Where the outcast Is he Who does not believe in the fake. I will speak the truth That peace Is not found in a latte, That life does not begin where the pavement ends Unless you leave your car behind. I will dare to dream And indulge in self-expression, Remembering That the distance between Acts of love And making money Is freedom. Eric R. Eaton

Garlands

We decorate Our Christmas trees And defend such frivolities As festive. But it is no accident That Yuletide cheer Falls near winter solstice Each and every year. Impatient for Spring We string the lights Like flowers bright To guide us through long winter nights. Color, color, We need more color. Break out the holly And the evergreens To spruce up the snowy holiday scenes. Autumn leaves have all dispersed And flower blooms Are still far off. So why pretend? Why not admit? We need Nature all year long To keep our hearts merry And our spirits strong. Eric R. Eaton

Winter Mourn

Life huddles on a winter-dead tree. Birds feather-fluffed crouch low, Eyes shut to cold onslaught. Moss uncombed Drapes over shoulder limb. A fungus staircase Up the bumpy trunk Provides an avenue For a meandering snail. Sudden flight Cracks cloud, leaves branches Bouncing in good-bye. Torn shroud of gray Re-sews itself. Lonely twigs lace the sky And mourn the bird-loss With heavy dew-tears. But moss still clings, Fungus holds fast, And snail still lingers. Eric R. Eaton

Creative Evolution

Which is right or which is wrong, The argument's raged for far too long. Which is wrong or which is right, Mutations or Creative Light, The result is still a miracle. Genesis questions seem so moot When it's how they die you can't refute. Extinctions come and species go Faster than their names are known, And man the executioner. It seems these days our minds evolve A little slower than the world revolves. If we're the fittest to survive, Tell me what else will we keep alive Until the Judgement Day. There's a hole up in the ozone layer, The better for Him to hear our prayers, But if we stay our present course And devastate without remorse, The path will lead Downstairs. It seems these problems won't be resolved Any faster than the world revolves. If we're the fittest to survive, Tell me what else will we keep alive Until the Jdgement Day? However this world came to be, Te End is now up to you and me. We can put Her out of Her misery, Or heal Her wounds so tenderly, With a simple change of heart. Eric R. Eaton

Geometry

Chessboard clearcuts With power-tower pawns Protecting Electric Station Queen. Checkmate, Progress wins again. Nazca lines Make no sense Only cars know their destinations. Circle fields Rolling Along tangent roads. Bridges Bisect rivers, Span lakes. Dams Divide streams, Diverted water is confused. Eric R. Eaton

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