William George Paul

haiku #40

Angel-song pings
Love climbs the mountain softly
Heaven hums in code.

"The Pond at Watershed Village"

In time, the villagers saw that the pond was more than water. It was a mirror. The people of Watershed Village learned what all stewards must: that peaceful change begins not with conquest, but with care. (ed.)
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"The Commons"

Wind moves across the gathered fields
carrying the breath of those before us

Hands meet not to divide
but to remember the shape of enough

Law becomes soil
and from the soil
we grow each other.

haiku #39

Pray for peace in green
hands like roots hold blooming earth
feet walk rain-soft paths.

haiku #38

Hands join, seeds take root
wisdom shared becomes the soil
new strength grows from care.

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"Sun Power, Golden Village. Eugene. RCN"

They shaped glass and timber into a greenhouse. They returned their waste to the soil, to give back more than they took, and design with nature rather than against it. (ed.)

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"Becoming"

Nothing, flat and still
too early for dreaming

Routine grinds the dust
trapped within dull hunger

Yet something stirs
expectant, tantalized, glowing
a fresh pulse

Noises swelling global and strange
free at last
we begin again.

haiku #37

Sweet lights, quiet hum
global dawn begins to glow
crawling hearts breathe free.

haiku #36

My purpose
falls from a tree
as the green gunk
barks back.

haiku #35

Show me some love
I'll show you mine
We have until the
end of time.

"The End of the Gilded King"

The throne stands empty but not cold
Grass will grow through its cracks
each blade remembering that face

Their hands, once clenched in prayer or anger
find one another in work
From the silence
something green begins to speak. (ed.)

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haiku #34

The record spins
another twisted day
Thumbnail waits alone.

haiku #33

The truth is my friend
she bathes me in light
The planet glows.

haiku # 32

Sunlit waves at play
shells whisper on the shoreline
fun, extra, always.

haiku #31

Ash turns into loam
rivers hum the earth awake
green spirals of hope.

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haiku #30

Through dust, light filters
love and care outlast the storm
New roots rise again.

haiku #29

Slow winds guide their path
Waves whisper of hopeful peace
Purpose their true home.

"small fires"

Families fractured over dinner
the horizon filled with smoke
fire in forests
fire in our hearts

Yet beneath the slogans
and black and blue eyes
small movements begin

Neighbors trade care
growing food in borrowed lots

People remember
how to hold one another up
when the system can't.

Haiku #28

Trump's soldiers
and green junk
are relaxing in the
back yard.

Haiku #27

landing on the future
I close my eyes
and dreams are real.

haiku #26

Staring at the ceiling
seeing my nation in the mirror
I cry too much.

anti-trump slogans for protests:

“No crown for the conman.”

“Make America think again.”

“Love trumps hate - still.”

“Facts matter more than tweets.”

“Orange is not the new democracy.”

“Silence is complicity - speak up.”

“Country over cult.”

“You can’t gaslight the future.”

haiku #25

Cold sirens wailing
Borders harden, voices fade
Winter hearts tremble.

The Angel of the Soil

After the great tearing of the Civil War, the land lay silent—its rivers clouded and its fields bitter with memory.

When the Angel laughed, the trees bore fruit. And all who tended the soil knew: love had returned and would not leave again. (ed.)

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haiku #24

Flag stirs in soft wind
beneath, roots weave their own prayer
light grows where doubt sleeps.

"the values poem"

Church bells call, Jesus speaks of love
sacrifice hums low in nuclear cores
a hymn of power and doubt

Permaculture whispers:
grow, return, care
feel the Quaker’s inner light

Music rises from the soil
our spirit, still searching,
learns to breathe.

(ed.)