Begone Bradford Pear trees!
18 hours ago
Reminds me of that Seinfeld episode.thats a grate thang to ast n i wood anser it thisaway based on knowin a passel of natives (sum of em are famus, witch ifn i ever git roun to finishin life n pinions of buddy don, hillbilly, i will menchun em by name) ...
But you know, I have never known what it is that is offensive about wooden Indians. I have always thought they were kinda neat looking.
Why is a wooden Indian offensive but a ceramic Buddha is okay?
Just askin'
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The child’s confidence,Potion
Like a newly budding sprout
Planted in rich soil,
Gives courage to the timid,
And hope to the dejected.
A magic potionKnot
In a cup borne by a youth:
Such is one’s first love,
An intoxicating brew
Of hope, fear, intimacy.
The child had no doubtsRisk
As he used his sharp dagger
To sever the knots
Of worldly difficulties,
Cutting each to useful lengths.
The trusting young child
Offers his only coin,
Risking everything
On the hope that life is fair,
Learning of good and evil.
His heavy burden,Reunion
A harvest of ten long poles,
More than he can heft
While seeing his way forward,
Wears him down with hard struggle.
The happy parentsVictim
View the family reunion
Amid such bounty,
Places set for each of ten
As all return home in joy.
Playing the martyr?Investor
Or could he be the victim?
Ten blades in his back,
To prove he’s been betrayed,
With knives as dear as jewels.
With ten golden coins
The market thrives, making rich
The charmed investor,
Who permits no change at all,
Fearing he would be undone.
Battered, bruised, unbowed,Wishes
The man leans against his crutch,
Surveying his yield:
Eight crutches from prior trials,
Hard proofs one must be wary.
Nine cups of wishes,Trophies
Arrayed behind the winner
Like sweet dreams come true,
Accomplishments completed,
Provide passing contentment.
The fears of the night,Falcon
Regrets for what might have been,
Shine like nine sharp swords,
Painful trophies she maintains
On her lonely bedroom wall.
The noble lady
Strolls her garden of nine coins,
Falcon on her wrist,
Proof that though she is gracious,
She has the power to kill.
Eight arrows arcingEnds
Across the sky, their targets
Already settled,
A coordinated strike
That allows no turning back.
Everything must end,Bound
The happy circle of friends,
The team of workers,
Its final task completed,
Each of its eight cups drained dry.
Blindfolded and bound,Flow
In a jail of eight sharp swords,
Feeling powerless,
The young woman first accepts
Then overcomes her troubles.
Six wheels completed,
The worker diligently
Hammers the seventh
The eighth awaiting its turn,
The flow of work exalting.
One man versus six,Options
He makes his hilltop stand,
Bravely facing those
Who would supplant him by force,
His staff no better than theirs.
Each of seven flasksOutsider
Holds a unique heady brew,
A different future
In each dreamy concoction:
Paralysis of options.
The outsider leavesBlessings
The parade of daily life,
Briefly looking back,
Bearing seven silver swords
As if he could defeat death.
The farmer pauses
For seven golden minutes
To smell sweet onions,
Lean upon his wooden hoe,
And count his many blessings.
The winner parades,Innocence
Colorful standard raised high,
Leading his army
And six flag-bearing champions,
Knowing glory fades quickly.
Children with their bowls,Renewal
None of them identical,
Play their made up games,
Six innocent hungry lambs
Sharing faith they will be fed.
Two hooded figuresBlessings
Their boat laden with six swords,
Cross a murky swamp
That mirrors their strained spirits,
Renewal on the far shore.
Six coins, six figures,
Poor man, rich man, give and take –
No one is secure,
But each can give or receive
According to his blessings.
Three great beakers down,Miser
Their brew spilled on thirsty earth,
Their owner suffers,
Feeling only sharp regret,
Blind to the two that remain.
Stopping at nothingBeggars
To get his way, the miser
Cuts off all his friends,
Desiring only profit,
Claiming five swords, needing one.
With but five pennies,
Two beggars, one lame, both starved,
Wander through harsh snow,
Painfully aware of those
Feasting behind bright windows.