Falling Dust

Fantasy Poem by Chris Bunton Falling from abovesparkles of the moonglittering aroundin glowing soft lightmoon dust fills the sky. Drifting, FallingFaeries gatherfloating on wingin the minds eye. To their kingthey returnbaskets heaped. The moonis full Shine Down It floatslike snow. Dwarven crewsfilling globeslighting mines With low moon glowWhile Elven gladesglisten silverMagick to sow Moon dustContinue reading “Falling Dust”

True Mythology

Speculation by Chris Bunton It’s been my belief for a while now that a lot of what has been deemed “mythology”, is in fact history. I think that what happens is that the oral history becomes corrupted, and that one must look at what is actually being said. It’s like the old game where aContinue reading “True Mythology”

Rising Sun

A Spring Time English Quintain Rising sun breaks the early chill,stirring the wild from a long cold sleep.Spring flowers bursting on the hill,with dark Red Buds in forests deep,under fluffy clouds, white like sheep. Singing birds in light green trees,while squirrels chase lovers at play.The humming sound of bumble bees,above the ants toiling all day,asContinue reading “Rising Sun”

I Miss The Forest

Nature Poem by Chris Bunton I miss the forest.The deep silence,Hiding sounds in wait.The watching of life. Breath being heldBy the souls that dwell thereThe trees speakingIn that sweet vibration The squirrel can’t sit stillToo many chores to do.Here, there, and everywhereHe goes to do his thing. The wind spirit flowsUsing leaves to sing.Her instrumentContinue reading “I Miss The Forest”

My Health Diet Journey

By Chris Bunton (I’m not a doctor. This is my opinion and my journey. I cannot prove some of my statements, and feel compelled to put this disclaimer, in order to protect myself from the Disinformation Police.) I was born and raised in the 70’s and 80’s. Like the “Brady Bunch” said “Pork Chops andContinue reading “My Health Diet Journey”

In The Park

Haiku Sonnet By Chris Bunton Sitting in the park,On a dreary autumn day.Watching the leaves fall. Squirrels gathering nuts.Working to survive winter.They know what they need. But what about me?What real purpose do I have?All of nature knows. They all know their place.Do they question their purpose?Do birds wonder why? Humans are corrupt in ourContinue reading “In The Park”

Rocking Chair

Poem by Chris Bunton I sit in my rockin chairand think of things far and near. Things like the weather,and whether I want soup or salad for dinner. I listen to the birds sing,and think things, that make me dream. I watch butterflies float,And hear the bullfrog gloat. Creak CreakCreak Creaksays the squeak, of thatContinue reading “Rocking Chair”

Animal Souls

Environmental Talk By Chris Bunton Too many times I have sat in a church and heard a sermon saying that animals have no soul. They say that humans have dominion and that everything is for our use. It makes me puke and is an utter lie. God gave humanity dominion over the Earth for usContinue reading “Animal Souls”