Ethics, Values, & Sustainability
Environmental Strategy & Sustainability
Systems Thinking & Sustainable Businesses
Last Updated 05/30/2006
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GROUP 1
SUGAR ADDICT
Of all of life’s earthly pleasures, why does sugar entice me?
The taste of vanilla ice cream works magic on my senses.
I breathe in a whiff of chocolate brownie and I melt.
They say gluttony is a sin.
Who are they?
Laura Muskatevc
Labored on concrete feet,
Sustained on abuse and exploitation,
One finds the most sophisticated society yet,
Able to produce machines of information that fits in the palm,
Yet unable to see the consequences they are passing to their children.
Paul Feldhausen
The magic of the mist,
Pricks my curiosity, entices my mind,
The fog is the same,
As a puff from my own mouth.
The mist on the water,
Smooth and swirling as a sweet vanilla scent,
Makes me believe,
One cannot say that the Earth doesn’t breathe.
Adam Schumaker
Earth can bring no joy
for a soul without
leaves no magic behind
Yet comfort still found
when I breathe vanilla
not to entice, but to remind
Anna Hillary
First Breath
With the window open, before my eyes are
The first breath of morning entices my soul
Earth’s vanilla sky brings a sense of magic to begin my day
Kelly Koenig
Looking outside from my vanilla-colored office
snow blankets the earth
fifty five oak trees entice me to breathe deeply
Endless activity flutters behind me
How can such extreme serenity and incessant activity be separated by a single wall?
Magic.
Beau Smithback
warm lavender vanilla
secrets of the earth
magic that's enticing
reminding me to breathe
Liz Hawley
Between me and the sky nothing but the light breathe
Vanilla colored clouds chatting out loud
Between me and the ground nothing but tight connection
Green colored forests chatting with wind
On the earth, I am surrounded by multitude of life
On the earth, I am part of the millions of life
Yet, I am alone.
Magic of life, enticing me to their community
Magic of earth, telling me that I am not alone
Yet, I feel lost
Between me and the sky, between me and the ground, I desirer unbreakable connection
Earth and myself
Kozue Nogami
Between the you that is me,
is this part of the earth through which I see, or what I call individuality.
There is no separation in the air that we breathe, the you....the me....
it's merely the magic we percieve
as this individuality.
Does the orchid called vanilla bean
have this separation difficulty?
Enticed by a myth of individuality?
Megan Pease
DIRT
Dirt on the fresh clean snow.
Like flecks of vanilla beans in ice cream.
Earth on top of snow on top of earth. Magic?
Ice cold breaths.
Laura Muskatevc
walking home from work
on the vanilla sidewalks
the magical air of spring
hits me despite the date
with each step I breathe in
a feeling of absolute happiness
I am enticed to forget
all about my obligations
and really enjoy the beauty
in simplicity
these are the moments
that remind me
why Madison is one of my
favorite places on Earth
Mary Goddeeris
Magic earth
Breathes of life
Lustrous forests, vanilla sands
Epic mountains entice.
Kevin White
Sensation
Earth, when I breathe you
in
and out
and in
and close my eyes;
I see your magic scent:
Vanilla...
And take a deeper breath-
Entice.
Nicole Hirschfelder
The magic of the morning
The earth born anew
Drawing, enticing,
It calls out.
Stepping out of the door,
So much to enjoy.
To breathe, to blink in the sun
And the wind
Spellbound and connected.
Running late,
Bound to the car.
Hours to be spent
Without windows or air
Connection severed and forgotten.
Gwen Stohs-Krause
Sitting on a hilltop
Under the stars you hide beneath
Floating through the wind
The air you try to breathe
With magic all around you;
The earth that you belong to,
Why is it to the skies
We always direct our eyes?
The answers sought bring questions found
As you continue the circle goes round
Like cats chase mice and girls entice
Until she loses and pays love,
The price.
Mike Williams
The memories are present and my senses remain strong
Even though that door is shut and it has been months since you’ve been gone.
Your magic presence is still with me, enticing me to go back
No matter how hard I try to move from this point – I fail – I fall flat.
The vanilla aroma lingers in the air long after you extinguish the flame.
A tiny flicker of hope, but no, once again I am the loser of your game
The earth is alive around me while I am stuck in this same place
Standing motionless, praying that soon I will lose sight of your face.
I know that it will just take time until I can breathe again on my own
Until then I’ll wait patiently, still holding onto the unknown.
Lindsey Knutson
Memory
The ram’s breath rises
High above the earth
As thoughts sometimes evaporate
Maria’s waist arrives
With the smell of vanilla
An enticing warmth of memory
Fills my mind with magic
Dustin Green
Inviting, warming, comforting
Into the serenity of coffee and coziness
Holding, sipping, savoring
Enticed by the fragrant vanilla rising from the cup
Listening, feeling, moving
In time with the rhythm, atmosphere, earth, myself
Sitting, breathing, relaxing
Serene sense of magic and possibility fill my head.
Aileen Strickland
Bubble-gum and Caramel
Vanilla streaks in a bubble-gum blue
Delicious rich, an irresistible cue
To gaze to the sky, to inhale the breeze
To swell with energy the earth gently breathes.
Vanilla turns to caramel as the sun sinks low
Intense flavor of twilight, a magic golden show
Wind now resting, enticingly sweet
The sky in its glory, today such a treat.
Julia Glad
The enticing earth
scent, vanilla, breathes magic
into dark, sad days.
Matt Johnson
VANILLA ANTS CAME MARCHING
Vanilla ants came marching one by one not that long ago.
They needed new riches, greed to own, labeled under the freedom of soul.
To this old land these strange creatures are accepted, it is part of the earth’s people’s way
Vanilla ants came marching two by two, two centuries from today
Cutting trees, plowing lands, making wars, taking all that is magic away
Lies, deceit and destroying seem to be the strange creature’s way.
Vanilla ants came marching ten by ten spreading across their land
Enticing the earth peoples children, then preaching their reckonings at hand
It was clear to the least wise of the people that the ants were taking life away
Vanilla ants are marching too many, too many still today
Even they can longer breathe; they’re their own worst enemy that way
Because they are blind with the path of “progression” it will be their downfall to pay
Brian Bengry
breathe the cold night air
entice the senses
vanilla skies above
magic in her eyes
earth beneath my feet
Jeff Mand
