The Oak of Liberty
Give me your stressed, your depressed,
your tired and poor of hope,
your stuff-burdened masses yearning for fresh air,
the wretched indebted.
Send these soul-suffering masses to me,
I lift my arms besides the forest door.
“When life is not enough
the void must be filled with stuff.”
Dartwill Aquila
(Tomorrow: Dance Around the Golden Ball)
System Humanity 
I love hearing your uplifting words and knowledge; you make me want to start back writing poetry.
Thanks! You’re doing quite well with your poetic pictures.
I’m glad you see my photos as being poetic 🙂
Poetic, and exciting, dramatic and interesting. Today’s first self-portrait, for example, was all of that but the rest was distracting.
thanks for the advice. I wasn’t sure