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26 SEP 2026 · Discover a moving poem about the unifying power of love. Exploring themes of desire, protection, and shared sweetness, this verse reminds us that love is a gift that makes the earth a planet of light.
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15 SEP 2026 · Listen this poetic ( episode) and philosophical meditation on the power of a focused, principled mind to understand and influence the universe. It uses layered metaphors to argue that when the mind is "true"—meaning aligned, unbiased, and logical—it becomes a powerful agent for creation and innovation. Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/mtemwapoetry--7226336/support.
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15 SEP 2026 · This poem, "The Morning World," acts as a visionary manifesto, describing a utopian ideal where human creativity, nature, and technology converge into a single, powerful force for progress. It's a metaphor for a future built on collective intelligence and imagination. Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/mtemwapoetry--7226336/support.
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14 SEP 2026 · MY FARM
‎My farm is so dry,
‎With soil that’s not very rich,
‎It barely produces anything,
‎Not even a drop of water can show coolness in the soil,
‎Even when I plant crops, they just wither away.
‎I wonder what kind of chemicals are in this land?
‎When the seeds sprout, they create energy that’s just not there.
‎
‎This farm doesn’t even respond to rain,
‎The seeds that grow end up stunted,
‎What kind of farming system is this?
‎It’s strange that even pests don’t ruin the crops, but the seeds still dry up!
‎
‎The size of the farm is astonishing,
‎And the distance seems endless,
‎Like the world itself,
‎But the harvest is so small,
‎Even someone with half an acre does better than me,
‎I don’t know what the problem is?
‎Before I started farming, I prepared the land with all my heart,
‎But the numbers keep going down,
‎From positive to negative;
‎Hmm! There’s a hidden secret!
‎
‎The farm's roots are rich and fertile,
‎But the seeds aren't growing well,
‎Even the tiny bugs that pass by make them fall,
‎Honestly, this farm feels like a directionless smoke,
‎Why is water spreading all over the land?
‎It seems like a system without any goals.
‎
‎This farm has the potential to thrive,
‎But I remember that a weak foundation leads to poor products,
‎Because there’s no unity or teamwork,
‎That’s why some seeds just wither away,
‎I feel like my eyes can’t see,
‎And my ears can’t hear,
‎Nor can my mind discover new ideas,
‎It’s strange how the farm is fertile,
‎But I believe that only art can shape science.
‎
‎My farm! My farm!
‎It’s a great time to see the roots,
‎To grow strong fruits,
‎Because without a plan, many farms end up burning without any direction,
‎The art of building knowledge is the crop of a farm filled with many clean and valuable things.
‎
Poem review
The poem "My Farm is So Dry" is a poignant and skillfully crafted allegory that operates on multiple levels. On its surface, it is the lament of a farmer baffled by the failure of their land. However, its true power lies in its use of the farm as a profound metaphor for personal effort, systemic dysfunction, and the elusive nature of growth in any endeavor.
The poet masterfully builds a sense of frustration through a series of stark paradoxes. The farm is "so dry" despite being a farm, it doesn't "respond to rain," and most strikingly, it has "roots [that] are rich and fertile," yet "the seeds aren't growing well." This central contradiction—a fertile foundation that produces a barren harvest—is the engine of the poem. It effectively captures the universal feeling of putting in maximum effort ("I prepared the land with all my heart") only to see results dwindle "from positive to negative." The line "even pests don't ruin the crops, but the seeds still dry up!" is particularly potent, suggesting a failure so fundamental that it precedes even external threats.
The poem's structure mirrors its theme of a vast, directionless struggle. The "farm" expands to become "like the world itself," making the speaker's plight feel both epic and deeply isolating. The language is simple and direct, which enhances its emotional honesty. The repetition of questions—"I wonder what kind of chemicals are in this land?" and "What kind of farming system is this?"—highlights a desperate search for answers.
The turning point arrives with a moment of clarity: "a weak foundation leads to poor products, / Because there’s no unity or teamwork." This diagnosis moves the poem from a simple complaint to a deeper critique of systems that lack cohesion and shared purpose. The concluding lines offer a hopeful, albeit challenging, resolution. The speaker realizes that the solution isn't just more labor, but a new approach: "only art can shape science." This suggests that creativity, vision, and a structured plan ("The art of building knowledge") are the missing ingredients.
In the end, "My Farm is So Dry" is a powerful meditation on the difference between potential and reality. It speaks to anyone who has ever felt stuck in a system—be it a job, a relationship, or a personal project—that has all the right components but fails to thrive. It is a call to examine our foundations, to foster unity, and to approach our goals with the intentionality of an artist, ensuring that our fertile ground is finally allowed to yield a great harvest. Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/mtemwapoetry--7226336/support.
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13 SEP 2026 · ‎The green leaves,
‎They appear in the morning with charm.
‎The green leaves show themselves with beautiful colors,
‎And many creatures appreciate them.
‎Because of the influence they exert,
‎On the water, they beautify the sea
‎And on the mountains, they adorn the peaks,
‎This is why the locusts of the insect community resemble leaves,
‎This beauty helps many insects in a balanced ecosystem,
‎The green leaf period is the time to collect accurate data,
‎The drying out of leaves causes essential beings to disappear
‎Even the decoration of the clouds looks like a desert,
‎Green leaves represent a time of success,
‎Because auxiliary creatures provide minerals,
‎They beautify the appearance of the flower house,
‎The green leaf period is a time of income,
‎Because followers flock where there is charm,
‎Even the wall of leaf philosophy,
‎Create a litmus paper with many people's eyes,
‎As a suitable attraction in a developing society.
Poem review ;
‎The poem begins by illustrating the leaf's visual charm and its vital role in the environment. It shows how leaves "beautify the sea" and "adorn the peaks," acting as the foundation for a balanced ecosystem. It also indicate the fascinating phenomenon of camouflage, where insects (like locusts) mimic leaves for survival, showing nature's interconnectedness.
‎
‎The poem shifts to a metaphorical interpretation. The "green leaf period" represents a time of success and income. The poem suggests that just as followers flock where there is charm, people are drawn to beauty and vitality. The "litmus paper" metaphor implies that the presence of green leaves serves as a test for the health and attractiveness of a developing society.
‎
‎The final lines serve as a warning and an instruction. The "drying out of leaves causes essential beings to disappear," symbolizing that neglecting nature (or the source of vitality) leads to decay.
‎
‎Therefore, the "green leaf period" is identified as the crucial time to "collect accurate data" and appreciate the auxiliary creatures that provide essential minerals, ensuring the survival of the "flower house" (the Earth). Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/mtemwapoetry--7226336/support.
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12 SEP 2026 · A poetic reflection on the cost of modern technology. As AI and automation rise, we ask: Will children survive without jobs? Is creativity being lost, and can the world float on water without a solid foundation of philosophy?
Are we losing our creativity to modern technology? This piece of episode explores the burning roots of our society, the loss of African creativity, and why privacy and philosophy are essential for true progress. Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/mtemwapoetry--7226336/support.
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10 SEP 2026 · Listen 'philosophical view of the natural' environment as a purposeful, connective energy. This reflection delves into how the beauty of our surroundings acts as a light for creatures and a blueprint for human science and innovation. Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/mtemwapoetry--7226336/support.
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9 SEP 2026 · The concept that "even the smallest organism emits light" touches on biophoton emission, a real scientific phenomenon where living cells produce light. It establishes a universe where every particle is a dynamic and electric entity.
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‎ The author describes particles as the "source for information to appear." This aligns with modern quantum physics, which views particles not just as matter, but as carriers of information. The imagery of "roots singing with leaves" illustrates that this is not a cold, mechanical connection, but a living, resonant conversation between all materials.
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‎ The line "the beginning has already disappeared" is deeply philosophical. It implies that the universe has evolved past its origin; we are no longer at the start, but in a complex, ongoing "diagram." The "great knowledge of the modern age" is our ability to finally map this diagram to ensure human longevity.
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‎It suggests that maths and tech were not meant to complicate life, but to reduce "effort." The author foresees a future where, through advanced quantum geometry, communication is effortless because we are already physically connected—"charges are connected as water in the sea."
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‎ The author urges caution ("with great care"), referencing an "original book." This suggests that while technology can advance us, it must be tempered by ancient wisdom, ethics, or the fundamental laws of nature that governed the world before the "beginning disappeared." Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/mtemwapoetry--7226336/support.
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7 SEP 2026 · Listen this great poem reflecting love as a thing that make the world beautiful. Human continuity is amplified by great love between us . Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/mtemwapoetry--7226336/support.
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6 SEP 2026 · What if human being could stop working? What if robot replace all work for human being? We are in danger of bad direction , it is like moving from positive to negative direction up to infinity. Policy makers , AI reaserchers , engineers and philosophers should establish a great program designed to allow human being to engage in their daily activities rather than replaced by AI . Ai should be limited to specific work that human can not perform especially tough tasks that can not be managed by human directly like cultivation , farming , and complex tasks that requires machine to works .
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15 SEP 2026 · This poem, "The Morning World," acts as a visionary manifesto, describing a utopian ideal where human creativity, nature, and technology converge into a single, powerful force for progress. It's a metaphor for a future built on collective intelligence and imagination. Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/mtemwapoetry--7226336/support.
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14 SEP 2026 · MY FARM
‎My farm is so dry,
‎With soil that’s not very rich,
‎It barely produces anything,
‎Not even a drop of water can show coolness in the soil,
‎Even when I plant crops, they just wither away.
‎I wonder what kind of chemicals are in this land?
‎When the seeds sprout, they create energy that’s just not there.
‎
‎This farm doesn’t even respond to rain,
‎The seeds that grow end up stunted,
‎What kind of farming system is this?
‎It’s strange that even pests don’t ruin the crops, but the seeds still dry up!
‎
‎The size of the farm is astonishing,
‎And the distance seems endless,
‎Like the world itself,
‎But the harvest is so small,
‎Even someone with half an acre does better than me,
‎I don’t know what the problem is?
‎Before I started farming, I prepared the land with all my heart,
‎But the numbers keep going down,
‎From positive to negative;
‎Hmm! There’s a hidden secret!
‎
‎The farm's roots are rich and fertile,
‎But the seeds aren't growing well,
‎Even the tiny bugs that pass by make them fall,
‎Honestly, this farm feels like a directionless smoke,
‎Why is water spreading all over the land?
‎It seems like a system without any goals.
‎
‎This farm has the potential to thrive,
‎But I remember that a weak foundation leads to poor products,
‎Because there’s no unity or teamwork,
‎That’s why some seeds just wither away,
‎I feel like my eyes can’t see,
‎And my ears can’t hear,
‎Nor can my mind discover new ideas,
‎It’s strange how the farm is fertile,
‎But I believe that only art can shape science.
‎
‎My farm! My farm!
‎It’s a great time to see the roots,
‎To grow strong fruits,
‎Because without a plan, many farms end up burning without any direction,
‎The art of building knowledge is the crop of a farm filled with many clean and valuable things.
‎
Poem review
The poem "My Farm is So Dry" is a poignant and skillfully crafted allegory that operates on multiple levels. On its surface, it is the lament of a farmer baffled by the failure of their land. However, its true power lies in its use of the farm as a profound metaphor for personal effort, systemic dysfunction, and the elusive nature of growth in any endeavor.
The poet masterfully builds a sense of frustration through a series of stark paradoxes. The farm is "so dry" despite being a farm, it doesn't "respond to rain," and most strikingly, it has "roots [that] are rich and fertile," yet "the seeds aren't growing well." This central contradiction—a fertile foundation that produces a barren harvest—is the engine of the poem. It effectively captures the universal feeling of putting in maximum effort ("I prepared the land with all my heart") only to see results dwindle "from positive to negative." The line "even pests don't ruin the crops, but the seeds still dry up!" is particularly potent, suggesting a failure so fundamental that it precedes even external threats.
The poem's structure mirrors its theme of a vast, directionless struggle. The "farm" expands to become "like the world itself," making the speaker's plight feel both epic and deeply isolating. The language is simple and direct, which enhances its emotional honesty. The repetition of questions—"I wonder what kind of chemicals are in this land?" and "What kind of farming system is this?"—highlights a desperate search for answers.
The turning point arrives with a moment of clarity: "a weak foundation leads to poor products, / Because there’s no unity or teamwork." This diagnosis moves the poem from a simple complaint to a deeper critique of systems that lack cohesion and shared purpose. The concluding lines offer a hopeful, albeit challenging, resolution. The speaker realizes that the solution isn't just more labor, but a new approach: "only art can shape science." This suggests that creativity, vision, and a structured plan ("The art of building knowledge") are the missing ingredients.
In the end, "My Farm is So Dry" is a powerful meditation on the difference between potential and reality. It speaks to anyone who has ever felt stuck in a system—be it a job, a relationship, or a personal project—that has all the right components but fails to thrive. It is a call to examine our foundations, to foster unity, and to approach our goals with the intentionality of an artist, ensuring that our fertile ground is finally allowed to yield a great harvest. Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/mtemwapoetry--7226336/support.
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13 SEP 2026 · ‎The green leaves,
‎They appear in the morning with charm.
‎The green leaves show themselves with beautiful colors,
‎And many creatures appreciate them.
‎Because of the influence they exert,
‎On the water, they beautify the sea
‎And on the mountains, they adorn the peaks,
‎This is why the locusts of the insect community resemble leaves,
‎This beauty helps many insects in a balanced ecosystem,
‎The green leaf period is the time to collect accurate data,
‎The drying out of leaves causes essential beings to disappear
‎Even the decoration of the clouds looks like a desert,
‎Green leaves represent a time of success,
‎Because auxiliary creatures provide minerals,
‎They beautify the appearance of the flower house,
‎The green leaf period is a time of income,
‎Because followers flock where there is charm,
‎Even the wall of leaf philosophy,
‎Create a litmus paper with many people's eyes,
‎As a suitable attraction in a developing society.
Poem review ;
‎The poem begins by illustrating the leaf's visual charm and its vital role in the environment. It shows how leaves "beautify the sea" and "adorn the peaks," acting as the foundation for a balanced ecosystem. It also indicate the fascinating phenomenon of camouflage, where insects (like locusts) mimic leaves for survival, showing nature's interconnectedness.
‎
‎The poem shifts to a metaphorical interpretation. The "green leaf period" represents a time of success and income. The poem suggests that just as followers flock where there is charm, people are drawn to beauty and vitality. The "litmus paper" metaphor implies that the presence of green leaves serves as a test for the health and attractiveness of a developing society.
‎
‎The final lines serve as a warning and an instruction. The "drying out of leaves causes essential beings to disappear," symbolizing that neglecting nature (or the source of vitality) leads to decay.
‎
‎Therefore, the "green leaf period" is identified as the crucial time to "collect accurate data" and appreciate the auxiliary creatures that provide essential minerals, ensuring the survival of the "flower house" (the Earth). Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/mtemwapoetry--7226336/support.
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