Green. It makes me think of grin and grind.
And grime. Color me green and I
look like a corpse. But listen up!
Green foliage exudes a healing,
taken not by spoon; it bathes the eye.
Without psychosynthesis we would — will–
expire.
For Dverse 5-16-16
choosing medical career; problem faced by doctors; drawbacks of medical profession;patient tutorials
Cries from Jamaica
A place where I post unscripted, unedited, soulless rants of a insomniac madman
CHOOSE LOVE
My Life And Everything Within It
Just Here Secretly Figuring Out My Gender
A Watering Hole for Freelance Human Beings Who Still Give a Damn
"The only thing that stands between you and your dream is the will to try and the belief that it is actually possible." - Joel Brown
because life does not kill you right away
Seeking Dialogue to Inform, Enlighten, and/or Amuse You and Me
New Beginnings and Endings After and Before KATiE MiA Aghogday!
Medi(t)ating between the wor(l)ds
Journey of Creative Enlightenment
A leap beyond cultural boundaries
the world turns on a word
You - philosophical, thoughtful, witty. Me - still thinks fart jokes are funny. We should DEFINITELY get together!
NANMYKEL.COM 
Oh.. the beauty
of the green..
a pLace
that not
aLL go.. oh..
the emptiness
oF heLL oN earth..:)
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How can it be hell on earth when we have such a wonderful Blogland to wander through?
Nan
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Ha! Yes! Heaven
For me
At
Least..:)!
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Green can be both life and death, and everything between… maybe just like humanity itself… I corrected this link at Mr Linky, but I cannot find your other poem….did you write another too?
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No, I just tried twice with the same poem. Thanks for rescuing it. :>)
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I lost the reply I just wrote so maybe you will get two…No, just one poem but attempted twice. Thanks so much for rescuing it. I’ll do better next time…you’ll see!
Nan
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Ah the necessity of green! Great take on the prompt.
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Thank you, ma’am!
Nan
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Like that word psychosynthesis
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I like it too, but have to admit that my unconscious snuck it in there when I wasn’t looking!
Nan
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Color me green too!
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I welcome he company…
Nan
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no, no! THE company!
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I love the rhythm of this, the way you’ve played with words. Wonderful.
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Thanks. I’m a fan of yours.
Nan
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That is right. We will expire!
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Sigh…
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I love the wordplay here 🙂
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I feel like I’m in a sandbox making mud pies. Thanks for the response.
Nan
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I like your wandering thoughts of green….how you went from grin to grind to grime.
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Better than grandpa or grizzly or…grouchy…Usually I have my unconscious under control, but sometimes it can take me away…
Nan
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Hmmm. Psychosynthesis? Great play on photosynthesis.
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You mean great play on ME! Ho Ho! Now that I think of it, that may have been my unconscious getting into the act.
Nan
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You hit the nail on the head!
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Thanks a bunch! I tried to visit but I’m still in the learning phase of Gravitar.
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If psychosynthesis isn’t a word, it ought to be. Green from grim to glorious.
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Double ouch–I’m 80! I have yet to understand Gravitar. I won’t forget you as soon as I do!
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Good poem, Nan, and very true. 🙂 — Suzanne
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