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Cobalt Silhouettes

A teal twilight inks cobalt silhouettes, while shy stars unveil their flickering lights. And shadows slink forth, melding with the night, as a sanguine sun feigns a scarlet death. Pink clouds cluster at the horizon’s edge, absorbing shades of cerise and purple. And daylight shrinks to a brindled aura, reflected in rusty crystals of ice. Dusk weeps dew drops, grieving to no avail, as darkness dims last vestiges of light. And brisk breezes whisk heat away in gusts, eerily chilling both body and soul. Long skeletal fingers anchor the sky, to a lone tree, rooted in ebony. And a marshmallow moon appears snagged, in the netting of its Velcro branches. Creatures of the dark stir from their slumber, in the wake of a disappearing sun. And as silence sets, life bends to its will, all but a cricket’s haunting piercing shrill. Written 5/3/2013

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2013

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Spring

Springs around the corner
what wondrous things we'll see,
bulbs popping up above the ground
giving joy to you and me,
time to tidy up our plot, lots of digging too,
weeds to pull, beds to hoe
lots of things will have to go. 
 
You have to be a little brave
if that rose you want to save,
but you will learn that over time
you've got to be cruel,  just to be kind,

The flower beds need a tidy
take all that dead stuff off the top,
veg plots being well dug over
hoping for a bumper crop.

Seeds to sow, hope they'll grow !
then the lawn will need a mow.

And when all the hard work is done
you can sit back and be pleased, 
wind , rain and sun you have grown all you need.

Copyright © jacque lee | Year Posted 2007

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Where are all the fairies

Where have all the fairies gone
where do they go at night.
Do they take to the wing
and off they go in flight?
I thought that they were down
at the bottom of the garden path,
so when i'm in the garden
I look close down in the grass.
So why is it that when
I am tucked up in my bed
I can hear them laughing,
Or is it in my head?
I wish that I could tell you
just where those fairies be,
But when I go and look for them 
they always seem to flee.
We've even had a fairy ring
upon our lawn appear,
But even then our search for them 
they seem to disapear.
One day I'll find the fairies
but till then, even if I fail,
Il'll always believe in them 
it's not a fairy tale.

                 Jacque Lee

Copyright © jacque lee | Year Posted 2007

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Epitaph to a Happy Mosquito

T'was a warm summer's day, when I took to the trail,
to cruise that old black spruce, way down in the swale.

A gallon of bug dope was strapped on my hip,
which I figured would last me for most of the trip.

Down through the sphagnum I plowed like a moose,
a huffin' and puffin' and spittin' my snoose.

Then off in the distance, I heard a faint roar,
like B-29's coming home from the war.

The sky clouded over, so you barely could see,
"They're mosquitoes! "I cried, and they're coming for me.

They flew by me once and past me again,
a-flexing their stingers, before they moved in.

I grabbed for my bug dope and spread it on thick,
just hopin' and prayin', it would do the trick.

They came at me fiercely and punctured my hide,
But before they could drink much, they dropped off and died.

I thought to myself, "What type of bug dope is this?"
The mosquitoes all had smiles on, as they lay there in bliss.

After checking the label, I saw my mistake,
t'was the 100 proof whiskey, that Uncle Jake makes.

Copyright © Richard Manly | Year Posted 2006

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If the world were full of hippies

If the world were full of hippies
there'd be nothing left to prove
except peace and understanding
and a little bit of groove

Noone would be homeless
Like many live today
We'd build beautiful communes
where anyone could stay

Together we'd make music
to the beat of mother earth
there'd be no fighting or war
Everyone sharing equal worth

We'd grow our own vegetables
 and create trinkets to sell
We'd open up our minds
break free from our shell

Every colour and every race
would teach one another
we'd become a united family
every sister, every brother

We'd bless all gods creatures
show respect for the land
Give free hugs to everyone
openminded to understand

Nature would speak to us
Our world would become one
with peace and understanding
and a little bit of fun

Copyright © Rachel-erika Henderson | Year Posted 2012

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Reverencing Nature

Creation energy in each atom glows.
Electron-bound sacred unity –
Thus, reverence for nature inside me grows
When I walk through rustling sheaves.
And I know in my heart power flows there,
In each cell throughout the trees –
And all the while I go with a smile,
Knowing joys that nature weaves.
By the energy bound within all compounds--
In the wind and in the trees –
A great strength from which honor mellows
Believes the joys nature conceives.

And this is why honor to nature goes,
And the universe receives: --
Form from a shapeless power emerged,
Physical matter conceives.
Afterward, substance gained its shape,
Now, the universe receives.
Tiny atoms shine their light
In each tree and in the leaves –

The beginning, surrounding as unity abounds,
Thus Pantheists…worship agrees –
Praises to nature! (a believer knows,
The universe its might weaves.)
Energy sparks verve, living…thrilling.
Starting life, an atom achieves.

Universal essence throughout nature astounds.
From one cell, another follows –
Spiritual mentality knows –
Realities sacredness nature resounds,
Within an elated heart billows,
Freeing the energy within all living souls.
Cosmic unity within man and trees –

As life’s passage one takes and of it sense makes,
Thinking of the trees and its leaves.
When, looking toward skies wherein night beauties rise
Worships nature and believes.
For thus it is, pantheist reverence nature’s pure bliss,
Adore natural matter; respect all that is.
For in trees and in the leaves –
Omnipotent universe perceives.

© Dane Smith-Johnsen
June 29, 2010

TOPIC: Pantheism
REFERENCES:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pantheism
                      http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pantheism#Recent_developments
                      http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pantheism#Varieties

THANK YOU Deborah for this enlightening challenge.  Please SEE MY BLOG on this.

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010

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Arising Thoughts

Silent currents softly swirl
Around tree scented salty tears
Flowing forth from freshened forest
Awash from Summer’s seasoned years
Sunlight filtered through high branches
Causes mist to rise and glow
Gleaming in the golden fern
Drifting ghostly disappearing
Winsome weather wafted waves
Waking woods on Wednesday morning
Pauses kissed and shed of woe
Friendly forest fantasizes
As the life form warmly rises
Faerie elves and dwarfing dragons
Drift away in morning dew
Clarity of dawn is breaking
In the awesome reawakening
Another day is here anew
To spend in joy with you

Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2006

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Rain Drops

Have you ever listen to the sounds of rain ,
As it pitter patters against your window pain?
The sound is like music and it is so sweet,
As it gathers in a puddle around your feet.

Rain coat and boots is what you need to wear,
To keep the rain out,and stay dry under there.
Without little rain drops, where would we be?
All dried up and blowing in the breeze.

Flowers need rain drops as much as the sun,
They spread thier little leaves to catch every one.
Into the ground the little rain drops do go ,
To help the roots to get strong and grow.

Rain drops make a pond where fish can swim,
Without the water we would not have them.
To watch them swin around here and there,
Makes one wonder how they got there.

The oceans are vast ,with water everywhere,
But without that first drop of water ,the land would be bare.
There would be no trees ,no brush , no grass,
If the rain drops stoped falling, nothing would last.

The next time your out walking and it starts to rain,
Remember the little rain drops will cause you no pain.
Hold out your hand and you will see,
Little rain drops were sent from heaven for you and for me.

Copyright © Alan Fitz | Year Posted 2007

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When I Stopped That Day To Pick Death's Rose

I heard a little rumor from
a stranger on the road today;
he wore a heavy veil of dusk
to keep the winter's song at bay.

His face was well concealed; although,
his shriveled hands had drawn my sight;
it seemed like they were withering
and, like the moon, a pallid white.

"A little further down this road,
there lies a curse'd patch of grass
obscured by trees to hide its shame;
for that, I know I am to blame.

The flow of time had left that place,
yet still the living wandered in,
until they saw that wicked plant
whose very growth was deemed a sin."

The frigid notes were ominous,
like most of what the old man said,
and quickly did his coal-coat flee
to leave but silence in his stead.

A trav'ler's prank is what I thought,
but further down the road I saw
an isolated trust of trees
with polished trunks and lively leaves.

Surveying past the tow'ring brown,
I stood in awe at Gaia's gate;
if anything, I had to know
how nature could intimidate.

The grass was like an emerald floor,
a regal rug for royalty,
and aromatic jewels stood proud
amongst the scattered shrubbery.

But then, I sensed a mournful soul
and heard a fright'ning tearful call;
at center grew a single rose,
left weeping within wooden walls.

Its petals were like chimney soot,
but had the most enchanting smell;
its stem and leaves were silver clad,
a gorgeous blossom spawned from hell.

Despite the omens I had heard,
there was a certain beauty here.
If such a flower bred disgust,
I'd shelter it, neglecting fear.

There was no trace of bitter cold,
upon return from curse'd land.
I left that world with fragrant sin
clutched tightly in my mortal hand.



My heart gave forth compassion,
when I stopped that day to pick death's rose.

Copyright © Michael Perriatt | Year Posted 2009

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WORLD OF WHITE AND BLUE

Sea of blue, 
crags of white, 
bitter wind, 
majestic sight 

For this is world of white 
and blue 
white mountains of ice, 
blue sea salty and true 

midnight sun on icy wastes, 
cool reflected light, 
pristine wilderness, 
not to everyone's taste 

Stark white cold, 
wind eroded columns of ice 
roar of wind 
roar of sky 

Icebergs scattered in the blue 
raw wind strips me bare, 
the environment does not care.... 
about you. 

Sea,sky and ice, 
nature's freezing cocktail, 
untameable wilderness, 
man cannot sacrifice. 

Pure elements, 
to touch the senses 

Inhospitable sea,sky and ice, 
its very extremes, 
to prevent men of this world 
carrying out their dreams 

Pure cold energy roaring, 
with bitter intent, 
gulls soaring, 
men......spent 

Nature's cold refuge, 
from man and his dreams. 
White armour protects,temperature deflects, 
man's subterfuge 

white mountain, 
white water, 
white wind 

Blue sea, 
blue sky, 
blue wind 
world of white and blue 

Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2006

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Weather

What do you think of when you see the rain?                                                                    
I see tears from heaven, because of the pain.                                                                 
Some see it different , and im sure you do too,                                                                
You think its tears of joy, and a start of anew.                                                                  
What do you think of when you see snow falling?                                                            
I think its the time of year ,that friends will be calling.                                                      
For christmas is not so very far away,                                                                                 
When you see snow falling ,and its there to stay.                                                            
Spring is always  so nice to see here,                                                                                
It brings out the animals , like squirls and deer.                                                              
Storms i dont like to see or hear,                                                                                         
The thunder is so loud, it can bust your ear.                                                                     
When i see the sun , so high in the sky,                                                                             
It makes me want to  jump for joy.

Copyright © Alan Fitz | Year Posted 2007

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Midnight

As I walk out into a deep sea of blue
I start to feel the new morning dew
Wanting to escape to the welcoming stars
I leave behind the pain of all scars

Swept away in this speckled blanket above
I know the stars are full of secrets and love
I ponder and share the thoughts in my mind
The dreams and secrets that I may once find

Soon I know this magical darkness will fall
And all will continue, our natural known call
So now let all found secrets be told
As will our sought out dreams unfold

Copyright © Danica Yates | Year Posted 2005

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Cement Seedling

I don't need very much to stay alive,
a little urban rain from time to time.
It's not luxurious, here in the ground,
but I'm content with it, this life of mine.

There's not a lot for me to view from here;
the iron forest always sees to that.
It must be nice to venture past those trees;
but trapped am I, within this concrete crack.

At times, my mistress seems unfair; although,
I'm quite accustomed to this static fate;
her morning eye and moistful firmament
ensure my needs are met, despite my state.

I'm well aware her sight does take a while
to reach my herbal arms from where I stand,
but being patient is a noble trait,
and one that's helped me flourish in this land.

Oh there's no need to worry over me;
I'm quite resilient for a city weed.
I know I can't get up and rule my life;
but as I said, there's not much that I need.

But what of you, my busy human friend?
How goes the life your maker granted you?
Forgive my prying, but I'm most concerned
with all the stress that you've been going through.

You have the freedom to decide your home,
the priv'lege to decide what you will eat,
the sov'reignty to change your day's routine,
and you were gifted with nomadic feet.

I cannot say decisions aggravate,
for they are favors I have never had.
But how can one despise such dowery?
I can't imagine how that'd be so bad. 

So listen to this humble seedling's word:
before you think your life is but a curse,
take out the time to reassess your gifts;
your life could surely be a great deal worse.

Copyright © Michael Perriatt | Year Posted 2009

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GULL (PARTII)

Everyone has to learn... 
To be a gull 
One day... 
It will be your turn 

In a sky... 
Perfect too 
Upwards I flew.... 
To meet you 

For, in us all 
Is a Jonathan Livingston 
Bursting through 
Gulls flight... 
In me and in you 

It is the spirit that takes us all... 
Reaching new heights 
New skies                                                                                                                        
New flights 

We all dream 
Some chose to be.... 
Gulls on the sea 
This is me.... 

As I sit, watching the going down of the sun 
The gulls swoop and turn 
I savour the thought 
Can I become.... 
One of those... 
Who fly until the day is done 

One day.... 
I will come as a gull 
Fly over the sea 
Swoop and turn with glee 
What it is to be free 
One day it will be 

Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2006

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A HEARTSTONE MOON

Silently the moon rose 
from, it seemed 
The Whispering Trees 
This, I dreamed 

When all is dark and silent 
A Heartstone Moon shall rise 
It's soft light illuminating 
All you meant 

So many things change 
Never a Heartstone Moon 
New seasons to arrange 
Queens, coming soon 

Such mysterious light 
Filled a castle with wonder and delight 
So close, it seemed 
Such a beautiful thing 
Can only be a dream 

Only an Eastern pink sky, 
can fade a moon 
So perfect 
Long, will it lie 
In your heart 

A Heartstone Moon 
Gathered her stars 
Let them play 
Above, a castle 
That will see the dawn soon 

A moon is for dreams 
Stars for love 
This is why... 
Or so it seems 
A starlit sky 
Castle below 
A Heartstone Moon, 
above 

Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2007

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Clan Call

Tearing gusts of highland winds dim the sound of pipes
No one knows and no one sees and no one sets it right, 
Heavy hearted sadness carries, other souls who went ahead, 
Ghosts of kindred spirits living now or living dead, 
Running through the gorse and heather wishing for a horse to ride, 
Disregarding wind and weather, Grim, the reaper by my side. 
Places I would rather see.... Home's still where I yearn t' be, 
I'll never have you there with me... 'tis lost...
both love
and pride





Jonji ‘s dance within my mind
and well within the ken o’ men
I just prepped the canvas

Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2006

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Just One Ocean Blue

Hearing the sweet melody
	My emotions take me away
		As I listen to the sea
			And the Ocean underway

Feeling the rippling pool tide
	I voice my harmony
		I hear the waves that glide
			They sing their song to me

				Tasting the salty air
					There was a whipping breeze
						Snapping without a care
							And whistling with great ease

				Smelling the sandy wetness
					Where water meets the Earth
						A seemingly relentless
							Undercurrent birth

I hear, I feel, I taste, I smell
	This great big Ocean true
		It is an endless water well
			Where only fish should rule

But, once again, the human rules of life
	Destroy what it does not see
		I can feel this Ocean’s strife
			Can you not hear its plea?

				This Ocean needs humanity
					But what do we do in return?
						We kill it with our insanity
							And never want to learn
	
				Consume not what you cannot give
					Back to this water deep
						I know this Ocean wants to live
							Breathing beauty for all to keep

Just one Ocean blue, once pure
	This water will become a mirage
		We leave Mother Nature with no cure
			We pollute her with our garbage

Everyone should seek the path
	Of preserving this Ocean we need
		She knows a fury full of wrath
			Beware Mother Nature and take heed!

Tammy Ann Rose Snyder

 
  

Copyright © Tammy Snyder | Year Posted 2014

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Ode to a Cherry Tree

Peering through plate glass at a puzzling view, In the midst of hot coffee’s morning ritual brew. Staring out with amazement and wonderfully struck, By our Cherry Tree’s overnight sensation run amuck! By nature’s own standard, cruel joke she has played, Million blossoms wide open one February day. This juvenile sapling knows not what it feels, Sprouting vivid Pink colors, the show it now steals. From those all around laying dormant in state, Expecting nature’s cue to blossom their own petals awake. And by then poor young cherry will have muted her splash, Replaced by green leaves summer storms will soon thrash. But alas all this splendor making warm visual sense, In the short time required for fresh java to dispense. Tomorrow I’ll once again observe through plate glass, The wonders waiting just beyond cold winter’s Rye Grass. Submitted to Giorgio A. V. Contest themed: Impress me with a small poem II! 1) user name: wedge 2) choice of motif: nature

Copyright © Michael Wegman | Year Posted 2014

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The moon

The summer passed so fast
I thought you and I would never last
You told me our memories won’t be just a blast
Ever was I the one to doubt our past.

Clouds were soon hiding the sun
The difficult hadn’t even yet begun
I saw your shadow everywhere I went
I guess that’s just how much you meant.

But even in the darkest hour
The moon was there-a source of power
And each look made you feel so near
A dream to chase the presence of my fear…

Copyright © Gergana Skywalker | Year Posted 2012

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A beautiful sky,so red

A beautiful sky, so red 
Clouds 
Scattered as far as the eye can see 
Words cannot be said 
A beautiful sky, 
for me 

I looked up, 
to a beautiful sky, so red 
To be a cloud 
Yet, I am down here instead 

The sun painted its' colour 
beautiful and red 
throughout the sky 

A beautiful sky, so red 
melted away 
Dark blue 
Some say... 
Transformed the day, 
to something new 

The sky darkened 
Night was here instead 
To steal the light.... 
of a beautiful sky,  so red 

I have become a night 
Lost in starlight 
Onwards I sped, 
to find a beautiful sky , so red

Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2013

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From The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand - THE RUINS OF THE ANCIEN REGIME




Farewell, then, AUKN boss,
The next this year makes three.
By the time they find a substitute,
Slovenes will be at sea.

He tried to cover his behind;
AUKN boss of bosses,
As every week, balances grew bleak:
He weighed merits and losses.

With all this he'd no time to eat,
And round and round he flew.
And now he's split in a hissy-fit;
So helmsman, too-de-loo!

Day after day, day after day,
He drifted on the ocean;
Guano-vernment rained on his ship
Their suggestions for promotion.

Cousins, cousins, everywhere,
Corporate boards crosslink;
Cousins, cousins, everywhere,
Let's take you for a drink.

Accountants talking rot: O Christ!
Missions, visions - oh please!
Yea, slimy characters need legs
And slimy policies.

So has he done an hellish thing?
Not hired who? We dunno:
Was it absurd, to have a separate curd
From the whey Slovenia owes?
This wretch won't play, after 60 days;
Pissflaps, he'll have to go!

God help ya, gospod Bencina
From the fiends, that plague us thus! -
It's time to go — shot like cross-bow,
The AUKN boss.

Ah! walk-out day! what evil looks
Had I from Ernst and Young!
Who's at a loss? AUKN's boss
Wouldn't take a bung?

"You'll be" quoth one, "abolished - no
Stigma to double-cross."
He chose to go - why? We don't know:
Harmless AUKN boss.


Re-reading the original gave me a great idea for dinner until I realised all the storks have all flapped off to Africa for the winter. Pity, as I have some ancient marinade from Tuš. Like the subject of the poem, I didn't have the stamina for a Coleridge-length effort.

Story: http://www.sloveniatimes.com/total-mess-in-state-owned-capital-asset-management

The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand interprets important Slovenian affairs for the non-Slovene speaking world. www.maria.si

Copyright © Julian Bohan | Year Posted 2013

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The Tree

                                            The Tree

Through the foggy mist of a new day dawning
Appears a huge tree, awaiting the birth of another winter morning.

All that remains is its bare branches stretching toward the sky
And an old abandoned nest, left by its owner who traveled south so it wouldn't die.

The tree appears lonely but somehow full of hope
As if it knows Spring will come which enables it to cope.

A few months have gone by and the faithful tree is still there
But now it's consumed with excitement from its first breath of spring air.

It seems new life has come to the tree within a blink of an eye
It now stands picturesque, full of lavish green foliage set against the baby blue sky.

It waves its branches proudly with the breeze as if to show off its features
Which also seems to serve as a welcome sign to all of God's little creatures.

It appears to be much happier, now that its friends are back once again
Cradling brand new birds' nests and providing shelter during the rain.

The little squirrels also take advantage of their most generous host
It seems they like chasing each other up and down the tree's trunk the most.

The tree is now bursting with activity
With all of God's wee ones living His promise of love and longevity.

All through the summer the tree takes pleasure as it continually strives
To serve as the best meeting place for everything that creeps, leaps or flies.

Full of contentment, I'll bet the tree lets out a happy sigh
Every time it watches a baby bird learn how to fly
Or whenever a caterpillar turns into a pretty butterfly.

I often wonder if the tree truly understands
The major part it plays in God's circle of life simply because it stands.

Fall has now arrived and the tree appears sort of saddened by the sound
Of its first leaf gently falling to the ground.

All of its friends begin packing it up as they gather for a big revival
That's when the tree wishes them a safe and happy journey as they head south for their survival.

The tree bids each one farewell and says loud and clear
"To each God's speed and have no fear
For I'll be waiting right here when you come back next year."

It is now winter and a year in the life of the tree has come full circled once more
Although lonely, it is bigger and stronger than ever before.

But I know not to feel sadness, especially for the tree's sake
For in God's plan, He makes sure even the tree gets a well-deserved break.

Copyright © mary singletary | Year Posted 2015

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Black isn't our name its Beautiful

Being black is not just a figure of speech

Its a noun, adj., & knowing when & when not to turn the other cheek

Many pioneers has lived with the mis representation

While some died fighting to end the civil frustrations

Being black isn't as bad as it may look

Our physical properties don't represent the makings of a crook

Our natural elements are sustainability & resilience

Our original nature made us uniquely

Brilliant enough to handle our own responsibilities

Our culture is design to shine bright so that everyone can see

The Afro American culture sets the tone for a concrete society

And need no help to raise our family

just equality

Even with methods that was used to torment us

"We shall overcome" was a phrase that helped boost us

"By any means necessary" we struggled through the turmoil

Once we began to re "know thyself" the bigots of the world started to boil

Then had to recognize our true uniting potentials

They psychologically uses entertainment to convince us

And install hate inside our mental

Through dis associating our past & segregating our class

Degenerating our creative intentions

Re imagining our mind with criminal inscriptions

So Trust

All we got is us

Our ingredients posses spiritual reasons to teach

They figure since we was enslaved & freed

Afro Americans wouldn't know how to reach

We paved the way to preach

So to prove their unintelligent

They dictated our intellectual & spiritual nature by the color of our butts

Pardon my speech

Copyright © Kamal Al-Adil | Year Posted 2012

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Nature Poem

I was alone with my thoughts as I tread
deep in the heart of a forest bed
of green grass and flowers with fragrance divine
where I found a Heavenly sign...

I saw Natures Cathedral today 
A beautiful tree deep in the green 
with the sun as it's crown like I've never seen
Nature beamed on this vision of Joy...

I knelt at this alter of peace
my  prayers flowed like the waters that HE
once tread upon in welcoming home
Other lost souls just like me......

I found Natures Cathedral today 
A beautiful Cross truly sublime
like a new start in life the beginning of time
I knew that HE stood there close to me..

In Nature's Cathedral today.....

Copyright © Judy Konos | Year Posted 2013

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The Emerald Tree

In the forest world
we came to know
There stood an Emerald Tree
Whose beauty did bestow

Tall and strong
Rich textured bark
Emerald leaves
Upon the sun shone
Soft and bright

The seed had been carried
Upon a ship
Filled with sail
Carefully stored
From Heartstone
To the Land of a Thousand Suns,
it was implored...

In such mysteries
In magick
Across the sea
Upon a ship 
Filled with sail
Was borne the Emerald Tree

The seed lay in its' box
In the magick of the Spring Queen
A gift for the Forest Queen
In the lands of richest green
The Emerald Tree had been wished
by Amethyst

The box was opened
When the moon rose high
In the glades
It found its' home
In the forest it grew
In shades
Of Emerald green

In the Forest World
A tree,like no other
Belonged to a Queen
The likes, never seen

The tree grew,
in happiness,
in sunlight,
in love,
For high above
In the canopies
In ever changing hues
It was seen
Everyday
In new Emerald green

The branches grew wide
Faeries and little folk
Came to see,
to live,
to breathe,
The Emerald Tree,
that did sigh

Summer passed
Autumn too
Winter came
Yet The Emerald Trees' colours
did not change in any hue

A tree,to live forever
Amethyst,with her belief,
visited the tree, every day
Her hand ,upon the bark
In her heart
Enclosed by a Kings' Leaf
She understood
All
In a forest wood

A sentient tree
Connected to the Forest Queen
In whose heart,a leaf curled
magicked by a Kings' love
She ruled all
In the Forest World

The years passed
A Queen was of age
Sweeping branches
Of Emerald green

A Tree to last
Forever
Emerald green
Silver tipped leaves
That murmured
and whispered
In its' love

At the Place of the Rising Moon
The Emerald Tree shone
Above all others
So many things ,it knew
It was the wisest
To the Forest Queen,
It did belong

As a little girl
She had climbed up high
In its' branches
Sensed its' heart
Cloaked in Emerald green
Wind rustle
Wind high
A sentient tree
Did sigh

In the moonlight
There it stood
Above all others
Above all wood
In soft green bright

Amethyst ,gathered the seeds
leaves too
All of the tree was precious
For its' colour did not fade
Leaves can fall
Leaves can turn
Never The Emerald Tree
Never a changing hue

The Emerald Tree had but one mark
The tiny hand print
Upon its' bark
From a young girl
Who connected with everything

When the moon passed by
Amethyst,Forest Queen
Planted the seeds
In a whispering wood
Wind rustle
Wind high
Sentient trees
Did sigh

Matthew.B

Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2014

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If Only in My Dreams

Standing on top
The mountain below
I feel it beckon
A world of snow.

It stretches below me
It pulls at my heart
I can't live without it
Yet we're worlds apart.

Its unending beauty
A place so serene
I want to flow to it
Yet it is a dream.

A dream that I live in
A dream - yet its real
It's part of my make up
It's something I feel.

The calm of the wild
The expanse of just space
The pleasure of feeling
Cold wind in my face.

The knowing I own it
This wide untouched land
And then not to have it
I know I can't stand.

And so I go back to
This place of my dreams
If only in pictures
I am there - so it seems.

Copyright © Mark Hamilton | Year Posted 2014

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Blow On, Oh Wind

Blow on the winds of sympathy,
Blow on the winds of purity,
Blows on the wind of years gone by
That we could not equate

 Blow on the dreams our wisdom holds,
Blow on our hearts emotions,
Blows to us a feeling of the waning hour
That we could not imagine

Blow through the turn to a morning fair,
Blow by the memory of loves departure,
Blows on the worth of simple words
That our thoughts could not imagine

                            By m.norton   

Copyright © Mark Norton | Year Posted 2013

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nature

nature has its place of  worth,
human must endure no dearth,
for we are natures child,
predator oft reviled,
though bloodlust be reversed,
not far away the distant wild,
remains immersed...
Don

re: Let the eagle alone
HONESTY OIMBO





Copyright © DON JOHNSON | Year Posted 2013

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TO PROVE HUMAN

To prove human
Just a greeting could suffice,
To exhibit solicitude,
Especially when we meet first time,
And none of us is courteous.

To show humanity,
There need be charity,amity,
And not animosity.
For amongst us,
Supremacy and pomposity,
Seem to create a rift.

To whosoever; formal or not, 
From East or West,
richly bestowed or unfortunate,
Generosity reigns extant and supreme.
By Twinomugisha Longinus

Copyright © Twinomugisha longinus | Year Posted 2012

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LET FRIGID WINTER COME

Let frigid winter come,
it feels nice to be lonesome,
seeing myself snuggled up
in a comfort blanket holding a cup
of cocoa by this warm fireplace...
while the wanderer's frozen face
is dotted with the whitest snowflakes
as he rubs his red, freckled nose!


Isn't this an unforgettable moment
to delight me feeling the thrill
of the Season with its distinct chill?
Isn't this the magic of Christmas
when joy is felt in a calm land
by the sound of chiming bells?


Let frigid winter come and cover everything in glistening, deep snow,
and 'though the evening will not have the moon's glow,
brightness can lead my footsteps really far...
shouldn't I play a Christmas song on this guitar?
I will go from house to house and knock on every door...
tingle everyone with great joy by spreading the message of the Savior! 


I'm very confident that going back home
stars will gleam and children will roam:
singing, shouting, swirling and throwing heavy  snowballs;
happy angels will be heard on gelid gulls,
but who minds waiting in the bitter cold... 
when a Divine Child comes down to redeem the sinful world?  



Entered in Carol Sunshine Brown's  contest,
" Fire And Ice "
Written by Andrew Crisci
on 12/ 3/ 2012

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2012