Sunday, November 2, 2014

Winter is of the night ...


Sometimes life                         

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It has been some time

since the last post.

Sharing a new poem

from Pittsburgh

urban gardener

Chris Condello...

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Red sky mourning… Red sky and the mourning doves…
Yellow leaves grace trees rising above…
Spring is a whimper… Summer is a reply…
Autumn is the way the seasons try to say goodbye…

Summer is falling… Fruit is rotting on the frozen ground…
Mourning doves fly through the winds winter bound…
Frozen time lost in the name of sleep…
When we wake the spring clouds will thunder and weep…

Winter is of the night… Winter is a time of passing…
Winds send the naked trees suddenly crashing…
Darkness lasts longer than the winter sun…
I am of the daylight… Together we are one…


plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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Monday, September 8, 2014

Seasons Melting

... another well written verse from our Wilkensburg blogger ...

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Seasons Melting


"Bumblebee on Wingstem" - Whitney Avenue - Wilkinsburg, PA
“Bumblebee on Wingstem” – Whitney Avenue – Wilkinsburg, PA

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Sunset melts into mighty rivers…
Oceans evaporate in the steady wind…
Rivers flow into the fluctuating sea…
The rain will eventually set us free…

The rain will wash away our sins…
Falling like hail from the gray sky…
Cloudy days into sunshine blinding…
Found yet wandering… Lost reminding…

Remind us of the woodland trees…
Smell of leaves before the freeze…
Air is crisp and cold surrounds…
In the spring the weather rebounds…

In the spring our spirits will rise…
Flowers bloom and youth surprise…
Snow delays are but a splinter…
Spring into summer and fall into winter…

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Thursday, September 4, 2014

Summer Rise – Autumn Fall



Another well written poem from the Pittsburgh blogger Chris condello


        

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“Monarch on Milkweed” – Penn State Master Gardeners Demo Garden – South Park, PA


Stellar summer sunlight…
Autumn is slowly creeping…
When the tree leaves fall…
The earth begins sleeping…

Night sky lit in orange…
Sirens interrupt silence…
Just another reminder…
Of surrounding violence…

So into the blue we sail…
Together constantly rising…
Heaven is a hop away…
Into the stars of Orion…

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Friday, August 29, 2014

Another awesome poem by the Pittsburgh blogger Chris Condello.

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Morning Reflections – Daylight after Night


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“Morning Reflection” – Keystone State Park – Westmoreland County, PA


Orange glow of the street lights emanate after dark…
Indian style on cold concrete… A contrasting remark…
Heaven is to the north… And hell is in the Deep South…
Poison is pointless unless you put it in your mouth…

Daylight is for the good… The evil roam the night…
Without darkness there would be no concept of light…
Darkness provides the cover for those who take a stand…
Government is nothing more than a rights restricted brand…

Shadows from the clouds sweep across the green hills…
Air is sweet like the steam of a working moonshine still…
Embers burning… Eyes discerning… Moonlight on the water…
Some plants we grow as food… Others are simply fodder…

We are on the ground but our spirits are among the crows…
A seed in the hand does nothing… But in the soil it grows…
When the strong bear arms the weak begin fleeing…
Weapons are possessions we intentionally bring to being…

Tonight I light a candle to illuminate the black of dark…
A tree will die without protection from its wrinkled bark…
Brick by brick we build them up until they crumble down…
The strong know when to smile… The weak can only frown…

plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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http://chriscondello.wordpress.com/2014/08/28/morning-reflections-daylight-after-night/

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Wednesday, August 20, 2014






Forest Resource – Sacred Grounds


"American Ginseng" - Westmoreland County, PA
“American Ginseng” – Westmoreland County, PA


The sun is rising over the distant tree line…
Reflecting off the calm water like glass…
Mayflies are dancing in the morning light…
My soul is like a candle burning in the night…

The trees in the forest reach for the sky…
When I call out the woodland birds reply…
My mind is in heaven yet I am on the ground…
Communication with nature requires no sound…

Climbing mountains of sand and limestone…
At the top of the rise stands a circle of pines…
I stand among the sleepy conifer trees…
Singing praises to the deer and the bees…

As the earth slowly spins I steady my balance…
On the side of this mountain sitting in silence…
Ginseng takes the place of the spring May Apple…
The forest is the only place sacred like a chapel…


plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Field of Gold – The Fog will Follow

      
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“Field of Gold” – Keystone State Park – Westmoreland County, PA –
 
A collaboration with nature…
 
 
Sitting in a flowering meadow… Myself and the swallows…
When this wind stops blowing the evening fog follows…
Sunset… Magic in nature… Magic in our short little lives…
Like these tiny swallows our energy rises and dives…
 
 
Water droplets from the relentless rains… Clinging to the trees…
A warblers song suddenly brings me to my knees…
Persistent decrescendo… Thunder rolling in the distance…
Between sunshine I imagine cooperative coexistence…
 
 
Existence with nature is simpler than existence with each other…
It’s easy to hug a tree but impossible to hug your brother…
Community is common unity… Unity is a social experiment…
The idea we can all get along is somewhat of an embarrassment…
 
 
We all have best friends… And we will all make enemies…
Value both… Learning experience taken from the centuries…
Unconditional love is thicker than water… Like a raging flood…
After the clouds comes the sun… Then the rain becomes mud…
 
 
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Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Peony Blossoms – Darkness Leads to Light


Another beautiful post and poem from the Wilkinsburg urban gardener.

by Chris Condello

      
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“Solo Pink” – Center Street – Wilkinsburg, PA –
Many of my flower shots would not be possible if not for my urban environment…
In fact… Many of my plant photographs are located on abandoned property…
Or in this case…
Relocated from abandoned property onto property
that is more fitting for the long-term survival of the plant…
I can only speculate age in most cases…
This particular Peony came from a house that was 100 years old and 15 years abandoned…
The original clump was 3-4 feet around…



Darkness Leads to Light

Scent of honeysuckle and peony blossoms…
Dogs barking over police siren cautions…
After dark observations of cats and raccoons…
Crickets are chirping at the crescent moon…

The sound of the breeze in the urban trees…
Cool air against my warm extremities…
Its past midnight and this breeze is just right…
Time in the dark brings meaning to the light…

Time spent in the dark brings meaning to the light…


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“Pink Choir” – Center Street – Wilkinsburg, PA – Another salvaged Peony…
Saved by a salvaged human being… Saved from the wrecking ball…
Pulled from the shadows of a collapsing world… Saved for a purpose…
Like me… And you…
After all we all have a purpose…
We all have a meaning…
We all have the ability to shine light on the darkness surrounding us…
Shine on people…
 
Shine on…
 
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plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

http://chriscondello.wordpress.com/2014/06/03/peony-blossoms-darkness-leads-to-light/
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Tuesday, May 27, 2014

A Two Generation Army



      
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“A Two Generation Army” – Whitney Avenue – Wilkinsburg, PA –
Brandon, age 13, teaching Bryson, age 3, how to plant Petunias…
A generation teaching a younger generation…
A personal investment realized…
Although Brandon knew how to garden before I moved into the neighborhood…
I like to think that I am responsible for the refinement of this skill…

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I envision a reconfiguration of the military sector…
I envision a world that is one…
I envision a society that values the garden spade over machine guns…
A military should be a peace making tool…

We could feed the hungry…
School the homeless and the poor…
Every corner could house a garden…
Every building a store…

If we gave hugs like we drop bombs it would rattle the world to its core…
Our children are our future…
And I am gathering mine…
An army that waves the white flag instead of fighting the front line…

The white flag of surrender…
No…
The white flag of peace…
The kinda flag that when you wave says let’s get together and feast…

We can drink the finest wine…
Eat the freshest greens…
Anything is possible when you combine your dreams…
Anything is possible when you reach…


The best plants in my garden are the children I teach…


plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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http://chriscondello.wordpress.com/2014/05/27/a-two-generation-army/

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Saturday, May 24, 2014

Dreams of Paradise in Orange

      
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“Perfect Fleabane” – Hamnett Way – Wilkinsburg, PA – Beauty in the ordinary… Hope in the gutter…

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Orange glow from the buzzing street lights…
Shining through the blinds of my broken windows…
Cool air sending me off to honeysuckle dreams…
Cool air coupled with the full moons beams...

My body is in paradise… But my mind resents…
Among the sleepy trees and urban spring scents…
Surrounded by the energy of those who no longer…
The ability to perceive will only make us stronger…

The pain in your mind is probably a product of me…
Close all the windows… Light a candle and see…
I am still standing… I am a ghosts from your past…
I am a green thumbed vagabond and I expect to last…

Despite your best attempts to silence all my voices…
Talking trash and stacking shit to take away my choices…
I still have a voice… I still have a mind… I still have you…
I still have what most people consider a deeply flawed view…

Reality is relative… Reality is individuality…
Reality is a fucked up place you’d have to cut out of me…
When my mind is idle I dream of the most messed up scenes…
Heroin memories in the gutter dissolve into lucid dreams…

All encompassing reflections of pure misery and pain…
When I’m down I swear needles fall from the sky like rain…
Needles always land with their point to the ground…
Every day I try to scream but can’t muster a sound…

I feel so lost… I feel alone… I feel destroyed… I am beat…
If I had a white flag I would wave it in defeat…
Memories flash through my head like brilliant bursts of light…
Realize I’ve lost my mind but at least I have my sight…

Take me to a greener land of Goldenrod and Ironweed…
Take me to your gardens grand and show me to your seeds…
Show me all the secret places that you find so grand…
A warm embrace is the only way to settle shaking hands…

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plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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Friday, May 16, 2014

Shelter from the Storm

      
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“Sunset through the Alder” – Keystone State Park – Westmoreland County, PA

Chris Condello

Seeking shelter from the relentless rain…
Hiding my soul to alleviate the pain…
Salvation lies in the pure forest green…
Seeking silence… Seek the serene…

In the near distance… Audible from afar…
The sound of gravel under a creeping car…
Distant highways relentless thunder…
The sky is dark and turning under…

Gray clouds crumble… Light shows through…
Jet liners rumble obscured from view…
Train whistles blowing across the land…
My light is shining and always grand…

My flame is but a candle to the sun…
You and I together will burn as one…
Our minds combined can move the moon…
We sing off-key but we think in tune…

Clouds are about to clear the horizon…
Blue sky fades to the orange sun rising…
Morning is just a few moments away…
Together as one we take on this day…

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Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Floating Sea of Green – Anonymous Mountains

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Another wonderful post from Pittsburgh, Chris Condello.
       
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“Floating Sea Of Green” – Keystone State Park – Westmoreland County, PA – Trillium as far as the eye can see… Right here… On the side of this mountain… I am but a small part of this picture… Yet… When I am among the Trillium… I feel like a king… Exploring natures beauty…


Sitting on the side of an anonymous mountain…
Among jack-in-the-pulpit and white trillium fountains…
Spring beauty blossoms through last years leaves…
A garden is growing among the woodland trees…

A garden is bigger than the size of your yard…
Gods creation is more than just broccoli and chard…
Heaven is a garden… And here on Earth it’s blue…
A bee that visits my garden brings sweet gifts to you…

Among the trees I realize I am a part of this land…
It is my job to defend the places that I find so grand…
If it came to it I think I would be willing to kill…
Stand on top of my Trillium and I’ll do it for the thrill…


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“Mountainside Morel” – Keystone State Park – Westmoreland County, PA – Among the treasures to be found in Keystone State Park… A single Morel Mushroom growing among the Club Moss… Trail side… Hidden by the leaves…


So while I slowly tiptoe across this sea of green…
Knee deep through Mayapples I guide my queen…
Carefully we navigate these Appalachian thickets…
Among the mason bees and the mountainside crickets…

I let go of my baggage and release my inner fears…
A garden is a state of mind and my mind is right here…
A garden has no borders… There are no class walls…
A plant doesn’t see us unless we get down and crawl…

Big degrees… Pedigrees… Even the smart and dumb…
A plant doesn’t give a damn about your annual income…
I garden… Because it requires nothing but the desire to learn…
I sow seeds because I realize it will soon be my turn…

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plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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http://chriscondello.wordpress.com/2014/05/06/floating-sea-of-green-anonymous-mountains/
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Monday, April 28, 2014

Heaven and the Horizon

Heaven and the Horizon
      

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“Heavenly Horizon” – Soergel Orchards – Wexford, PA
– Apple tree skeletons against the blue horizon…

It’s a beautiful day to be outside among the clouds so white…
Take me to the valley depths and show me to the light…
The space between horizons is colored in sapphire blue…
Midnight stars of Orion shine while holding hands with you…

Stellar dreams of splendid queens and lands so rich and green…
Climb the mountains made of dreams to air that’s pure and clean…
Every night we drift to sleep with good thoughts on our minds…
In the morning chase the sheep and look for hidden signs…

A moment with my merry band among the trees so grand…
Floating off to splendid lands to find the tallest stand…
Stop for moments relaxing on the highest mountaintop..
Heaven is like the freshest air surrounding dew drops…

Waterfalls and robins calls floating through the morning fog…
In the distance under resistance cries a panicked dog…
When I write poems my tattered soul floats right up to the sky…
When I write my dreams my awakening soul will open up and fly…

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plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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http://chriscondello.wordpress.com/2014/04/28/heaven-and-the-horizon/

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Saturday, April 26, 2014

Repaired into Ruins – Side by Side

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“Repaired into Ruins” – Lamar Avenue – Wilkinsburg, PA –
Not even an abandoned house…
This is somebody’s attempt to close off a basement window…
 It is so messed up I had to laugh…
But at the same time… It was so beautiful I had to run home and grab my camera…


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Walking the dirty streets of Wilkinsburg…
Every other house a disaster waiting…
Mountains made of condoms and needles…
Pain is present in the eyes of the people…

Abandoned houses rot side by side…
Reminder of how the mighty decide…
Everything that grows will eventually stall…
Only the weak minds will answer the call…

I don’t want to be just another soldier boy…
Another scout… A pawn… Or a generals toy…
I want to be the best at the things I do…
When something falls apart I want to be the glue…

I don’t want to be just another list maker…
Another dish washer or first class faker…
I want my gardens to circle the earth…
Beauty grows beyond the day of birth…

The sound of birds over the rumble of a train…
A glimmer of sunshine after a long day of rain…
I want to do something that will give me pride…
Live in a place with the freedom to decide…

Depression is like a concrete block wall…
Like trying to bounce a flat basketball…
For most of my life I have been one knot away…
Every morning wake up thinking is this the day…

I have to find a way to tear down this wall…
Accept that I am human and deeply flawed…
What is a flaw… To some its perfection…
Based on a different style of human perception…

The sun and the moon… The birds fly high…
White clouds floating from our minds to the sky…
Cool mist falling from the sapphire blue display…
Forget about the past and throw these weights away…

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Friday, April 25, 2014

Composing Me

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Composition in Scraps – Composing Me

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“Composition in Scraps” – Whitney Avenue – Wilkinsburg, PA – As the name implies… Scraps from a day at work… It was either this or the garbage can… Almost a self-portrait in a way…

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Put me in a group of people… And I crumble…
I stutter… Shake… And ultimately stumble…
Nature is my saving grace… My constant drive…
Put me in the forest and watch me come alive…

Know where I’m going… I’m just not sure how to start…
Looking for my salvation in the form of natural art…
Stop for a moment below a twisted mulberry tree…
Every part of which can heal… From root to canopy…

Shattered glass outlines brick like shiny gemstones…
Naked trees against the sky resemble broken bones…
Moments in time always shape our inner perception…
Shadows in our lives lead to shadows in our reception…

Towering grey clouds rise from the distant horizon…
Thunder rumbles as the afternoon humidity rises…
Towering Maple trees sway as the steady breeze blows…
As this moment progresses my tattered spirit grows…

Right here… Right now… I am among the poorest…
The most I have to offer is some pictures of the forest…
Sitting here watching the sun rise over rotten homes…
Sitting here watching the sunrise… While my soul roams…

I never know where my mind will take me…
I never know what I will find…
But as long as I slow down and pay attention to the world around me…
I always find something beautiful…
I always find something grand…

Someday… I will find you…

plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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http://chriscondello.wordpress.com/2014/04/25/composition-in-scraps-composing-me/
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Thursday, April 24, 2014

Hyacinth Breeze – Naked Trees

 
 
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“Hyacinth Breeze”
 
Royal Hyacinth – Whitney Avenue – Wilkinsburg, PA –
 
Hyacinth stars burst forth in colors of Easter… Early spring has arrived…
 
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Today is but a rain delay in the grand scheme of spring…
A rare opportunity I have to share the feelings I bring…
Last years decaying leaves now resemble faded shells…
The remaining Oak leaves ring like broken church bells…

Squirrels left the trees for the rotting open eaves…
Raccoon in the chimney just another pet-peeve…
Spring is of rain showers and summer is of the sun…
Then we fall to winters slumber and the year is done…

Meanwhile in reality I absorb the Hyacinth breeze…
Soul is rising high enough to clear the naked trees…
Way up here the air is clear and I feel a bit unsteady…
Soon the bulbs will whither back and summer will be ready…

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Tuesday, April 22, 2014

An Alphabetical Ode


 Air of renewal in
 Boston for Patriots Day
 Calliope of runners
 Disembark, challenging their
 Endurance -
 Family and friends
 Gather -
 Heeding security, yet
 Indigent to celebrate and be
 Jovial.
 Laughter mixes with the
 Kick start of tears.
 Mastering confidence and the
 Needs of the city and
 Of the nation – a
 Proud peoples
 Question memories.
 Restructured for
 Safety – the crowds still
 Turn out in full force
 Undulating arms,
 Voicing sideline support
 Watch and wait
 Xanthein tulips sway their
 Yellow for the brave – in the
 Zone, everyone cheers!

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A new friend, Jules Paige,

from way up north in cold and snowy Pennsylvania,

a very creative and prolific writer who always entertains.

More to come.

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Thursday, April 17, 2014

Among the Wood Hyacinth

 
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Laying among the wood hyacinth… Scattered among the leaves…

Enjoying the scattered rain showers… Blown in the lilac breeze…

Cherry blossoms fall like snowfall… And apple blossoms drop in the rain…

While sitting in the sunshine… My metaphysical gain…

Steady rain will soon arrive… To conquer the tulip petals…

Dandelion floaters flutter and fly… But soon they’ll gently settle…

In the back of my mind… The rules break and bend…

Plan for the springtime… The season never ends…

The seasons all about beginnings… Breaking new ground…

 In the city I am lost… In the garden I am found…

And the forest is my heaven… My temple of praise…

A place to write poems… A place to smoke haze…

And drink my cup of coffee… With my birds and bees…

The only time that I feel right… Is hanging with the trees…
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Monday, April 7, 2014

Snow


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Snow is falling on my dreams of spring…
Falling on the tips of my green tulips…
Falling on daffodils and hyacinth breeze…
Hiding under the leaves from the naked trees…

Spring is right around this next corner…
The fresh scent is rising through the air…
Like my bulbs growing under the leaves…
In the blue sky and under brown trees…

Right outside my broken window…
Frozen tears fall from the winter sky…
Spring will soon flow from the melting snow…
Slowly flowing to the seeds I sow…

Spring winds right outside my old door…
Whistling past my open window…
Blowing away the grey winter leaves….
Making way for the mighty trees…

Making way for my gardens in green…
Making way for you and me…
To turn this landscape of brown and grey…
Into a magnificent flower-filled display…

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Friday, April 4, 2014

Observation and Spring






Color bursting forth from my golden lawn…
 Purple and yellow reminiscent of dawn…
Grey and brown a reminder of winter…
Crocus blossoms after the Snowdrops whither…

Sun pours down between the rainshine…
Through the clouds streaking in laser-straight lines…
Across the lawn the mist is on the move…
Clearing the way for the bees to groove…

Something about the sweet smell of spring…
Living in a neighborhood where the church bells ring…
Noon is marked by a song and twelve chimes…
Rainfall puts perspective on the love of sunshine……

When the clouds clear the sun shines bright…
The hours of light absorb the night…
A constant reminder that winter has passed…
Flowers spring forth from the emerging grass……

The first of the trees prepare to blossom…
Hyacinth grow around the trees bare bottom…
 A cardinal calls from a naked branch…
Harkening spring with a vocal dance……


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Unfortunately , time and talent did not allow me to include
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Want to see the spring flowers in Wilkinsburg (Pittsburgh) PA.
Here is the link:
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Friday, February 14, 2014

“Desiderata”




 Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible without surrender be
on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations
to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others, you may become
vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser
persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress
yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever
your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.

Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

 Max Ehrmann, “Desiderata”

Desiderata: a manifesto for peace desiderata, Max Ehrmann, life manifesto was written in 1927.
However, it was largely unknown during Ehrmann’s lifetime, gaining popularity in the early 1970′s.

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Recovery...as this drunk sees it #2


Addictive disease contains all FIVE conditions 
that are required to qualify as a disease.

1) PRIMARY: The disease is not a symptom of
 
another  condition, and exists independently
 
of other disease processes.

2) CHRONIC: There is no cure. Abstinence is necessary to
 
stop the behavioral and physical progression of the disease.

3) PROGRESSIVE: Signs and symptoms become more
 
severe over time.

4) PRONE TO RELAPSE: Once the disease has
 
progressed to the point where the symptoms are obvious,
 
it becomes abnormal for the individual not to use.
The individual must learn how to not use and must have
 
a preventive program in place to prevent relapse.

5) POTENTIALLY FATAL: All addictive diseases can kill either directly or indirectly.

There are also TWO dominant characteristics of addiction.

1) TOLERANCE: As the result of cellular adaptation at the neuron level in the brain, it becomes necessary to have an increase in use to achieve the same affect.
2) PHYSICAL DEPENDENCY: Progressively severe withdrawal symptoms of which the most important are those which originate in the brain itself. As an addictive disease progresses it is these characteristics, tolerance and dependency, which motivate continued use rather than anything else in the addict/alcoholics life.

   The above is a definition, alcoholics are individuals, therefore, every alcoholic has his own diagnosis, his own time frame for the progression of the disease, the different nuances of this and that, which they (the alcoholic) use to deny that they have a problem. Every alcoholic is a square peg trying to fit into a round hole,(or visa verse). As regards the Chronic part of the definition, medication may help some, hypnosis may help some, but once an alcoholic, always an alcoholic and the only sane way to survive the disease is not to drink or drug, ever.
   Progression can be illustrated by noting that some teenagers begin way out of control and are dead by the time they are twenty-one. Some addicts and alcoholics start out hard and hardy and have a good long run before the problems catch up to them. Some start out slowly and go many years, with few problems, until they reach a point where they are sick and tired of being sick and tired. There are exceptions: the traffic accident victim who is severely hurt and requires large doses of pain killers to survive and when they are healed, they are hooked. Grandma and Grandpa retire, never drank, now they decide to have a toddy to help them sleep; the kids finally catch on and send them to the rehab.The Prone to Relapse part of the disease definition is a topic that will be discussed in a series of separate blogs after more discussions about the bad behaviors of alcoholics.
  The only constant is that all of the victims will deny that they do not have a problem. 
 
Alcoholism is the only disease that tells you that you do not have a disease.
 
The pain, the agony, the suffering and the misery are always caused by someone else.
 
Be sympathetic of the addict who is trying to quit drinking and drugging, but remember,
 
tough love may be the only sane way that you have to defend yourself from the alcoholic.

Please remember, they are sick people trying to get well, not bad people trying to become good.

The following is a link to one of the more highly recommended rehabilitation facilities
 
on the east coast of the
 United States.

Happiness is helping someone help themselves.

Michael_e

Sunday, February 9, 2014

Equality


It’s just another fact of life…
We all want to be equal…
Oftentimes it is at the expense…
Of the other teams people…

 Equality can not be won…
It is not domination…
It will be a product…
Of peaceful motivation…

 Equality is not an excuse…
To bash enemy faces…
Surely not the occupation…
Of our public places…

 Equality is the combination…
Of our dreams and ideas…
Equality will be a chapter…
In future encyclopedias…

We will all read and laugh…
And realize we were wrong…
We all dream the same dreams…
We all sing freedom songs…

 The only thing that’s different…
Our attitudes towards others…
I’d still be willing to bet…
We all love our mothers…

 We are all brothers…
We are all sisters…
We are all just little people…
In a big world of misters…

 It’s time to be complimentary…
Agree we are on the same land…
Red… Green… Blue… Nor black…
Has the right to oppress a man…

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 plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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Friday, February 7, 2014

Green Collar


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Watching people on streets come and go…
Abandoned houses remain capped in snow… Occupied homes emanate clouds of smoke…
When the wind blows the stream is broke…

Neighborhood cats normally skittish and mean…
Using my warmth to get the energy to clean…
After a few minutes he is on his way…
Chasing a lost leaf across a frozen display…

After a few moments an old car rolls past…
The smell of exhaust and discount gas…
The car slowly rolls to a screeching stop…
Lights turn off and bass lines drop…

A few minutes pass into the crunch of ice…
A stranger slithers past staring not so nice…
There’s a guy on that porch we gotta roll…
Drop me on the corner and I’ll grab your toll…

Another night observing the urban streets…
Another drug deal by a kid packing heat…
Realizing we are all slaves to the dollar…
Blue collar… White collar…

And then there’s me… The green collar…

 plant petunias and question everything

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Thursday, February 6, 2014

Whatever sets you free


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 A child is a seedling…
A grown up is a tree…
Somewhere in the middle…
Is just little old me…

 Sitting here in the snow…
Thinking with my fragile soul…
Considering all the little shit…
That combines to make me whole…

 Don’t sweat the small stuff…
Walk softly and carry a big stick…
When given your own choice…
Always build with bricks…

 Brick stands the test of time…
Icy snows and gusty flows…
Be the structure standing tall…
When the cold wind blows…

 Be the mighty wind…
Be the mighty tree…
Sometimes you just have to be…
Whatever sets you free…

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Friday, January 24, 2014

Jasmine on my Mind

Jasmine on my Mind
Jasmine is…
Connected to my soul…
Connected to my heart…
When she blooms I follow…
Jasmine is…
The sunshine that brightens…
The winters darkness in my mind…
When she blooms I follow…
When I bloom… The darkness crumbles…
The earth shakes… And the ground rumbles…
The earth shakes… And my fears crumble…
The earth shakes because I am about to grow…
Grow with me… Or without me… Just grow…
plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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Tuesday, January 21, 2014





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 Good morning…

 In the cold snow I write this post…

 Winter winds are whipping about…

 Although my body is cold… 

My soul is warm… 

My heart is in the right place…

 Right here… Right now…

 With you…

 Dreaming of the Summer…

 Warm skies and vibrant life…

 Reds and yellows… Purple and Blue…

 Honeysuckle and the smell of dew…

 Life is good when I’m with you…

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Monday, January 6, 2014

Among the Wood Hyacinth


From Pittsburgh Pa., where it is too cold to think on this January 6th, 2014,
chriscondello reaches back to last spring to re-blog a spring poem...


Laying among the wood hyacinth…
 Scattered among the leaves…
 Enjoying the scattered rain showers…
 Blown in the lilac breeze…

 Cherry blossoms fall like snowfall…
 And apple blossoms drop in the rain…
 While sitting in the sunshine…
 My metaphysical gain…

 Steady rain will soon arrive…
 To conquer the tulip petals…
 Dandelion floaters flutter and fly…
 But soon they’ll gently settle…

 In the back of my mind…
 The rules break and bend…
 Plan for the springtime…
 The season never ends…

 The seasons all about beginnings…
 Breaking new ground…
 In the city I am lost…
 In the garden I am found…

 And the forest is my heaven…
 My temple of praise…
 A place to write poems…
 A place to smoke haze…

 And drink my cup of coffee…
 With my birds and bees…
 The only time that I feel right…
 Is hanging with the trees… .

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Friday, January 3, 2014

Metaphysical Metamorphosis – Tragedy is a Seed



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“New Years Tragedy” – January 1st, 2014 12:15AM – Rebecca Avenue – Wilkinsburg, PA – NOT MY HOUSE – Everyone got out… Four families left homeless… All found assistance from the American Red Cross… This building is next door to the garden I am starting this spring…
Reality sucks… Occasionally… We have to reject it…
Tragedy is a seed… A necessary part of life…
The change on our backs… Will lead us to the light…
One mans tragedy… Is another mans seed…
A caterpillar goes in… A butterfly is freed…
Dreams constant… Just like clouds of smoke…
Memories of the past… Make way for the future…
Planting seeds in the dust of the past…
Water and love make the gardens grow fast…
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“All Things Change” – January 1st, 2014 12:15AM – Rebecca Avenue – Wilkinsburg, PA
Tragedy is a seed… A necessary part of life…
Metaphysically morphing… Changes in the night…
A twist on tragedy… A tragic twist…
More than check marks on your divine list…
My God could never be a man… He is a butterfly…
He watches from above… Answers before we cry…
Picks us up when life gets strange…
Reminding us that all things change… WE change…
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“Chasing Butterflies” – Summer 2013 – Frick Park – Pittsburgh, PA
Tragedy is a seed… A necessary part of life…
Sow it in the earth… The sun shines bright…
Fire is neutralized by water and ice…
Life is the equivalent of rolling the dice…
Be the butterfly… Metamorphically change…
Spread your wings… Expand your range…
Live each day as if your last…
Look forward to the future and forget your past…
plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello