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Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Ancient Warrior

I see the wrinkles in your suntanned brow,
You carried burdens then; you see them now.
You’ve heard the cries your people who in pain,
Have shed their tears two hundred years like rain. 

Your sad brown eyes, reflecting now the sky
I see the wings of eagles flying by
Beside you stands an Appaloosa mare
Her spirit one with you now over there.

You hear the drums, they bid you to come near,
Your spirit drawn the beats they ring so clear.
Song like prayers are chanted through the night,
Calling you come, and help them end their plight.  

You’ve heard sad cries and now stand at their side,
You join the prayers with both arms open wide,
United spirits sing until the dawn,
When in the fire’s flames a golden fawn.

Remembering a smile crosses your face,
When tribes were one with Mother Nature’s grace.
The lakes and streams flowing with waters clear,
Flow sadly now, the planet lives in fear.

The weightless feathers that adorn your head
Your tribes grey future weighed you down instead.
Now breathing deep you smell the winds of change
While here on earth your people rearrange.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
10.21.2014
Giorgio A.V. Contest 
Iambic Pentameter 


Details | Free verse | |

The Wind

~~The Wind~~
            
           ---
Look into my eyes
Follow me into a world of ecstasy
There and only there
Will you find the peace to unwind
           ---

Beautiful brown eyes not blue
Shady lids, stunning  ocean view
Embracing every word 

Hear the wind whispers your name
Come with me
Drown with me
Into the abyss of loving rain
Embrace this moment as I draw you in with words
Release you with the warmth -------I was there

I Share--I take
I LOVE--I HATE
Into my arms
I am the charm
Around your neck
Around your wrist
Listen to the voice from my beating heart
It yearns
The freedom of touch
The freedom of speech. 
Of love, 
Of purity
Like the wind
I'll find my way
Into your heart
Arouse the cheerful energy
Of your insecurity and pen
Follow me into the sea
There we will fall into the deep
Build sand castles 
Around dreams of reality
Slip into my aura light 
Set to the rhythm of the oceanic night

Now, listen to the breeze
It's called out your name
It's only a matter of time----------------
You'll find yourself calling out...... mine

by; PD
Dedicated to all my loving friends & fans :-)


Details | Free verse | |

Poet's Heart of Gold

Giving Thanks 

In advance, I wish to heal the mind, body, and soul
Thanking all God's creatures
Coating all my expressions from-
-Yesterday, today, and tomorrow
Conceal every worry, 
Focus on the goodness that fills my spirit with thankfulness
And, well, honored comments. 

This is a rich tribute to:
All Poetry Soup Poets, with grateful and appreciating hearts
Enjoy the time, you give each and every Poets

:)


Details | Free verse | |

Becoming Mother Nature

What if Mother Nature
 retired,
and I applied for her position?
How would I dare
to assume,
 her un-ending cycles;
 her secret duties?
Could I invoke such power,
 or must I simply become her?
Spin myself
 into a cocoon of natural faith.
Let the atoms of the cosmos
 transform my light into spirit.
 
Would I then emerge,
 complete with every force of mystery?
Awaken each day with pink mist,
 and burn each evening sky
 with crimson?
Command each leaf, each breath
and every symphony 
of living?
Would I wear her gowns
 of argent, lavender and aqua;
step lightly on mossy stones,
 and dance upon silver meadows?
Grace the heavens
in cloud-white glinting wings
and in
 the depths of darkest night
 bear stars, filled
with the promise
 of every beginning?
 
Suzanne Delaney



Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Song Of The Seamen And Their Ship Called Mary Rose

Mary Rose, the mighty sailing sea vessel glided majestically across the waves 
She had robustly and bravely sailed the briny waves for many a night and day
With the ocean's heaving gusting squalls blowing off proud stern and mast
Sailing victorious and proud - her billowing white sails were cast
The calm, liquid waters of the sea flowed quietly purple for now-
Unaware of the coming storm that would beat furious against her bow 

Her alabaster sails whipped violent and furious in the oncoming storm
Impending doom was yelling its cries while the seamen went unwarned
Down below, inside their cabins the seamen peacefully slept
Wrapped in the secure watch that their gallant captain kept
The oceans black, boiling waves beat savage against starboard and port
As Captain Noe standing fearless - at first quake, did not the storm report

The old wooden beams of the Mary Rose began to restlessly moan and creak
While the blackened roaring, rolling waves beat furious against her feet
Her alabaster sails rose proud- beating mighty against wailing squalls and gusts
While deep inside the bow in bunks, the sleeping seamen thrust 

Suddenly...they heard the captain's distraught voice cry out 
When the seamen heard his voice -they heard fear without doubt
“Awake, all of ye’ ”,   Captain Noe forcefully roared
“Alive! Awake… all ye’ seaman come quickly up on board”!

The savage spirit of the sea reigned fierce with rage and fear
While the brave captain fought - loyal seaman brought up the rear
They courageously fought together - not silenced by the eye of death
As the sea raged violently against them with its brutal, menacing breath 

To save their mighty Mary Rose, they’d dip their very souls in blood 
Leaving themselves merciless against this drunken, mighty flood
With plank and bow standing fierce between them and their fate
The raging ocean’s fierce, blackened waves - the sea they could not hate

The morning brought the warming sun which rose broad above the waves
The winds had tamed their violent voice against captain and seaman brave
With unshakable courage and seaman’s wit not once were spirits broke
Each cheered his mate and captain strong as they fought with steady stroke
Their peril fought in days of danger and night filled with pain
Their manly courage did not wane - their fight was not in vain
For all the courageous seamen and their brave Captain Noe
Joined together in hand and spirit to save...their proud Mary Rose 




Details | Verse | |

Enigma's Calling

Extraordinary, I am 
Craving for unusual thoughts
Endless exploration without boundary
Understanding  the gift I shouldn't fought
 
Invisible drawings in my mind
Playing with the words in my head
My passion
The food of my soul
 
I feel so lucky
The random thoughts
A lifetime companion
A self esteem builder
A goal planner
Be my forever life saver
 
I write more
I talk less
I want to please
I chose to bore
 
What tickles me the most
Is to know what I'm for
Thinking is my love
When  my mind goes empty
That's when I hate
 
My day dreaming lust
Organizing things in my mind
Playing roles of simulation
Where images of art is my vision
And words of attitude is my heart


Details | Cinquain | |

Sunflower

Sunflower
Yellow Black-seeded
Soaking Shimmering Sun
Serenity Showing Sturdy Sensitivity
Plant


Details | Verse | |

Home of the Slaves

Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change

People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.

People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names

The list could go on  
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou, 
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew

George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise

Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, 
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle, 
But obviously greatness can be done.

We can rise above this stigma 
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void 
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned 
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
It's mine


Details | Free verse | |

The Storm

And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain 
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body 
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions 
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence 
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth 
I stand among the reeds in the basin 
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back 
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away 
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground 
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own 
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home


Details | Pastoral | |

I pray for mother

   I pray for mother 
 
	Mother!	
You could have stayed
Forever was my longing
Oh mother!
Does it really have to be you?
Mothers are too special to lose

You gave me life mother
You raised me into a man I am today
I will forever be grateful to you
Out of nothing, you gave me food
Out of nothing, you clothed me
Out of nothing, you sent me to school
Oh mother!
You were the best


In your shadow I had shade
You called me Father.
For I carried grandfather’s name
Now I understand how special I was to you
You felt grandfather in me
Who will ever call me that again?
I forbid my thoughts to go deep
For the deeper it goes, the deeper it hurts

I can still hear your voice mother
I can still see you in my dreams
You left without saying good-bye,
Were you mad at me mother?
Deep in my heart, you will always have a home
My sisters and brothers are heartbroken
They are all grown up 
But they still need you Mother

Do you still remember your grandchildren?
The youngest is not yet a year old
She will never see your beautiful smile mother
You could have waited
So she does something for you
Fetch water or call you grandmother	

We all miss you mother
It’s hard to know you are never coming back
One after another
We will join you mother
We are not afraid of death any more
For we have a place with you
God almighty will meet us someday
Then I will see you for myself again
We will talk and laugh
Just like we used too

Now you live in a far away land
We can’t change that, not even God almighty
I will teach my heart to live without you mother
Though it is hard
I will learn to miss you
I will learn to live without you
But I will never forget you
It’s the body I will never see


Your time is gone Mother
Now you live in a new world
There you will never grow old
There you will never die
I have peace in my heart
For I am reconciled by God’s mercy
My father in heaven comforted me
Now I know you are happy there
The pain I felt
The pain that tortured me
Will never torment me again
You departed with all my tears
With all my strength
With all my hope
And with all my faith
But God gave me a thousand reasons to smile
In am now back on track

Rest in peace dear mother,
It was the will of God
Who am I to question him?
I never did when you were given to me
And somehow I knew this day will come
Let his name be exalted
We meet again Mother
This I know.


Details | Free verse | |

United Nations Plaza

Temperature dip
urban leaves turned
Autumn, sniffing around
for a place to settle
no Farmer's Market
in San Francisco today.


Details | Sestina | |

Bug Destiny

          Bug Destiny

Round tiny bug moves slow along the garden path
Avoiding traffic as it trudges along
Carries the hardened armor of its ancestry
Down there too, through the centuries
The weight of that nobility 
With it, on its back, through history
 
Portals of time laid out in its direction
Its lineage developed skills for battles
In darkened bitter caves
With aging somber rocks in far off lands
And along the seasoned shores 
Over millions and billions of years

Ants search day and night for this small creature
Little round bugs are a staple on their menu
They will not rest until
This morsel is served up in honor of their queen
Solo insect as black as death
Stands by in armor ready

Ants take their forces onward against the drop of day
Their tiny march relentless, endless and grave
Black bug hunkers down in his encasing
Waiting In case bad things should happen
And to survive another day
The army attacks  
            
Storms in on solo bug in stark surprise
With concise incisions ready
Sharp mandibles set to dissect it on the spot
Little bug has one last trick
It tastes of sour and stinky feet
The ants retreat defeated

Round bug makes its rounds about the garden gate
In its cultivated aged defense makes it to another day
Future generations will praise this day
That kept their kind alive 
Depriving queen ant of a nasty meal
Of destinies surprise


Details | Couplet | |

Cactus Heart

You would assume I am thirsty in this dire heat,
Or that my needles would cause others to quickly retreat,
You would conclude that my flowers were only for show
Or that if someone didn’t water me I would never grow,
But what you don’t see in plain eye sight
Is that I am flourishing with waters of integrity and might,
Under these thorns you call choked up defenses
Breeds the strength to survive all forms and pretenses,
To you I require little maintenance… but I know better,
I know how to absorb all I need in good and bad weather,
For I was strategically placed in this atmosphere,
All I need dwells in my structure enabling me to stay clear
Of beasts that lurk when sandstorms arise,
When mirages start to mesmerize,
When signs and wonders appear in fallen skies,
And soldiers forget to break ancient soul ties,
I stand my post and flaunt my spikes,
A cactus heart survives all flights.

By: Sabina Nicole
Written: In a Very dry Place
Contest: Forgot


Details | Ballade | |

The soul of the Crab

The soul of the crab

Oh how she hides behind that shell
Lets no one see her feelings
She’s practical in everything
But those feelings have her reeling
She’s sensitive, and hurt easy
And her moods they be so many
And yet she has not one bad bone
Malice, she has not any.

She be the one for queen and country
Digs into history
She’s always loyal to her kin
She loves her family
She’ll protect them with her life
Don’t no one touch her man!!!
She has a brilliant memory
And she’ll get you when she can.

Her mother, she loves very much
But her children more than that
Wherever there be family
That’s where she would be at
And how she loves to entertain
And cook delicious food
And always she will be a mother
In her heart will be her brood

9 August 2013 @ 2000hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

THE FULL MOON BLOOMS

Tonight, the full moon blooms
And foils the looming gloom.
The remnant doom from noon
Has lost it's bullish tune.
And embraces dusk's eerie cool.


The village square it illuminates
Arena of moonlight tales of late
The little ones gather and wait
While the elderly engage in debates
And the goats noisily ruminates


The bright night, lights sparks
Of bliss and joy in trees' barks
The tall iroko whistle in parks
Where young lovers end their tracks
And skimpy skirts lose their tacks
 
 
The son of perdition frets unsure
The thief in the night fears exposure
The pirate sailor steers from ashore
The night fisherman denied action
For the kind light bathes the ocean


Tonight, the full moon beams proud
As the town crier makes his round
Belting forth a piercing sound.
While the town's chorus echoes loud
The stage is set for the yearning crowd


Details | Quatrain | |

The tigress' mark

She prowls the night
with clenched jaw and pride,
nothing able to smite
her remorseless stride.

The ominous reflection of moon 
shines forth from devouring eyes
of a nocturnal beauty spun on the loom
of the Creator's bid and sighs.

Grace moves her every limb
and she precedes an enraged scream
caused by ruins of a forest now grim
and held alive by all but one stream.

Her claws prophesy of vengeance 
though her heart yearns for reconciliation.
Yet now there would be no leniency 
for a soul's annihilation. 

Now on journeys through lush valleys and ashes
she will embark
until all that remains after furious thrashes
will be the tigress' mark.


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

Deception

On a silent night
In a kingdom by the sea

Bright moon and star
On dark mindnight sky

Shine silently above
Mermaid’s loud cry

Shallow tears lay
Into depths of hearts

Who seek paradise
In a kingdom by the sea

Where daylight doesn’t reach
Their eyes won’t see

You won’t find peace
There’s no heaven for thee

No sunrise would you witness
Nor sweet Annabel Lee

In a kingdom by the sea
Whoever you may be

No soul breaks free
From sweet Annabel Lee

Whatever drowns remains
In a kingdom by the sea


Details | Curtal Sonnet | |

FURIES

Who shall dare to die or to love among the Furies?
Not carry us by lustiness rather by the purpose, wisdom
Whose radiant rage welcomes you and the ambiguities?
And if that unfair, dropsy with pain, then none creates martyrdom;
To recall part of our age, oh bone! The hide prize
From our own mistake in front of the angers and crimes
Aside what left, for in the bloody world that appear to allegorize
And the hate melt cannot freeze from the above cleomes;
Remember we pass through, seal by a target unseen
From a God to subserve in massive, superlove, with such thing
Longingly upon the unforgiving hills from that delirious tween 
Of the idea, screaming from every angles the abjuring
Horizon in red; and throw into inflammation,
A day end, nothing to reconcile, a caste of passion.



Details | Haiku | |

Trees of the Dead

Beauty even dead
Still guiding souls to the void
A beauty with death


Details | Ballad | |

Goats

Goats

They’re everywhere
These pretty little creatures
On the serpent road to Exmouth
They be some of the features
Along with Emus, Kangaroos
And handsome birds of prey
These little goats be bountiful
They’re all along the way.

They be domestic goats 
Who’ve gone back to the wilds
Where they have bred one million fold.
As one moves along the miles
These little goats be seen so much
In their many shades and hues
Don’t know where they got their water
It be tough country too.

The weather here be hot and dry
As the sun bakes everything
And mostly here no rain does fall
To drinking water bring.
And yet these goats look healthy as
Such nimble little beasts
You’d see some dead there in the road
As the crows do have their feast.

That be the price of progress
That poor beasts have to die
That be the curse of human beings
Sometimes it makes me cry
Yet still they be so plentiful
These handsome little guys
Another little part of nature
That make love in me rise.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Meadow

I see a meadow,
Simple and plain,
But it speaks to me,
And it speaks of the fallen men, 
And all its seen slain.

Flowers bloom at its edge,
Seems  of a comforting place,
But it spoke to me,
It spoke of the war,
Man to man, race to race,
From its edges to beyond the ever far.

Only green, green grass,
But I can see it now,
Red blood upon the field,
And the courage the men must wield.

I can hear the shouts,
From the broken meadow,
From all it has seen,
It shall never forget,
What it must clean.

Blood soaked meadow,
Bodies beneath the earth,
Where war was once fought,
Is now a place of mirth.

No one knows,
Only the meadow and I,
Of the many horrid things,
That took place that day.

I look below me, 
And grieve,
For the fallen and dead,
As the tears beckon my sleeve.

The meadow,
As lonely as it may seem,
And the beauty it now holds,
We know the truth,
So I sit, and never move,
As the rest of its story unfolds.

I can see it all,
I shall never forget.

One day, 
Another shall pass,
To see a meadow,
Simple and plain,
And I will rise,
To tell them of those who had been slain.


Details | Ballad | |

Termite country

Termite Country

We’re heading north to Exmouth,
Carnarvon we’ve just passed.
We be driving up a serpent road,
As the country seems so vast.
It’s hot outside, but in this van,
The air cons on and all,
As all along the road we pass,
Little goats, so beautiful….

And everywhere, most endlessly,
There’s a billion termite mounds.
Like baked brown little mountains,
They’re everywhere around.
We stopped near one, I marveled,
That a tiny beast, and blind!
Could build these blessed monuments,
It nearly blew my mind.

I took me then some photographs
Of these engineering feats,
As I let the awe and wonder,
Into my dull mind seep.
In such a vast, still country,
In the silence of the way,
Those mounds stood out so powerful,
In the heat of a sunburned day.

2003


Details | Ode | |

Ode: to the Nymph

SHE floats in grace, like one in love
     with love itself and all that’s lush;
and when the mythic sprites above
     unloose her from the morning's blush,
she descends like the milk-white dove
     with the notes of a singing thrush.

With golden locks, as light as air,
     and liquid, limpid eyes most blue,
none is like her or can compare
     to her beauty and lovely hue
which lift the humble souls that dare
     come to her for her balmy dew.

As cloud and rain Nymph and a muse
     with the nimbused crest of a saint
which no man can therefore refuse
     or with mean words tarnish or taint,--
then let all Creatures freely choose
     to honor her without constraint.


1.) Ngoc Nguyen; 2.) Nature motif; 3.) for "Impress me II ! ( Old/New )" Contest















Details | Free verse | |

Gift Of Mortality

An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
Death temporary
My spirit alive!
Relief, Peace
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality 
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!


Details | Rhyme | |

God's Grace

The blue waters,
The green trees,
The blue skies,
The light breeze,
The crisp air,
The birds sing,
The puffed clouds;
The awakening.


Details | Rhyme | |

Snow Song

Snow Song

Tonight, just this once, I need everyone to agree with me
To see what I see, the reality they refuse to believe.
Tonight just once, I need to set the her inside me free,
A note on a stave, no longer chained to a melody.

Tonight just this once I need to spread open paper wings.
Crepe veils of iridescent UN discovered things.
Tonight I need to listen to the snowflakes and icicles sing.
To glissade down crystal branches around the moons silver ring.

Tonight for an instant, I am going to feed into the delusions 
Stretch wide and far past the restraints of being human.
Tonight, casting stars in all the cracks of perfect ruin.
 Silken circles of multifaceted and attractive confusion.

Tonight I’m embracing all the questions with unknown answers.
No longer resenting the figure eights of life’s pirouetting dancer.
Tonight I can relate to the hunger of this soulless obsidian cancer.
Watery lips, azure finger tips this beautiful cerulean disaster.

Tonight through new eyes, I travel forgotten trails
And release a single burning breath I never got to exhale.
For Tonight my soul’s voice finally spells her tale
A pearlescent cadenza of falling snow, innocent and pale.


Details | Acrostic | |

SPRING SHOWERS

SPRING SHOWERS

S oon the rains fall to replenish mother earth
P lanting beauty for all it's glorious worth
R enewing life and splendor so very divine
I n step with Nature and God's holy shrine
N ew life bursting ever magnificently forth
G iving relief from cold winds from the North

S tarting billions of new lives serving us all
H eaping green all over this very precious ball
O nly this can replenish fruits of mother Earth
W hen the soil needs sweet liquid to gift birth
E ach drop serves to maintain Nature's firm grasp
R oaring down with each promise so dearly in clasp
S hifting fertile soil like a very finely honed rasp

Robert J. Lindley, 06-15-2014

Francine Roberts 
Contest Name ,  Summer Acrostic,  1)Spring Showers , 2) Summer Rain,

3)Morning Breaks 4) On the Beach, 5) Vacation Time 6)Summer Sunset

7) The Sun's Rays 8) Summer Moon....
Pick one of these for your acrostic
 and post the form as acrostic (even if it's also a rhyme) and also use
 it as your poems title.


Details | Ballade | |

The soul of the bull

The Soul of the Bull.


The one with Taurus in her chart
She’s loyal, tough and strong
She likes to spend each day in peace
To the earth she does belong
Patience is a trait of hers
And she loves to laze around
But if one chose to anger her
An enemy they’ve found.

She’s steady in each thing she does
And she’s good with her hands
She likes to be the silent one
She makes no strong demands
Possessiveness, this be her fault
She holds on much too tight
She must have her security
Before her life feels right.

Down to Earth, with common sense
This be the way she be
And willpower she has indeed
A hoarder so is she
She gives affection to her friends
And listens to their woes
And everyone who gets to know her
For her, their love just glows.

23 may 2013@0458hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

Oku Sunkun Oku

In the spirit of the loss of a comrade (friend outside PS),
who kicked the bucket on 20th of this month,
coupled with the news about the death of Linda's (Pd) mother,
revealed by SKAT via her blog of 29th of the same month,
I sincerely surrender my pen to mourn the dead.
_______________________________________

WE MOURN OURSELVES

With no knowledge of that day
That God would call your name
Your sojourn with us we cherished
On your departure we did the same

Our heart tore when we lost you
You didn’t go home all alone
For part of us went with you
From the moment God called you home

You left us blissful memories
Your kindness and love remains our guide
There you’re, we can’t see you
But you’re always on our mind

This world you came alone
And this and us you left behind
For the next world we know
Would leave none of us behind

Your chain of friendship was broken
From the day God called you home
The gist, the grins, the cheers… are no more 
Left with you are your deeds in that new home

Your rope of kinship was severed
And things seized to seem the same
But when God takes us one by one
Our rope would tie and we’d all have a name 

________________________________________
   
I mourned with we the living and the dead
I believe we live to die
On the ground that death is inevitable.
 


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NATURE'S VOICE1

HOW COOL IS THE EVE’S COLD
HOW TOUCHING IS THE BRIGHT MORNING SUN?
THE RE-ECHOING SOUNDS
OF THE MORNING BIRDS
THE FRAGRANT SMELL OF THE MORNING WOODS
A WONDERFUL DEW OF HARMON
A TELL OF GOD’S MERCY
THE ANIMALS, BIRDS, PETS 
THAT VOICE OUT
THE EXCITMENT OF NATURE’S AWESOME PRESENCE
THE MOMENTUM
EVER ROLLING CHAPTERS OF THE RIVERS AND SEA
THE THUNDEROUS AFFIRMATIONS
THE FACTS THAT NATURE TRUELY HAS A VOICE!


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Cherry Blossoms

The silk like blossoms

That bloom in the night time air

It captures moonlight


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Guanacos

I long to see Guanacos
Leap and fly
Over verdant grasses
And hills on high;
Watch small Chulengos 
Nurtured by their side
Learn to leap their way
Fills the heart with pride.
Patagonian mountains
Is their home,
A place where these wild
Creatures love to roam.
Torres del Paine looks down
Where they graze,
Snowcapped in winter
And sure to amaze,
Lends picturesque beauty
To the wild herds.
To capture this vision,
There are no words.
I long to see Guanacos 
leap and fly
Over verdant grasses
And hills on high.





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Owls, Silent Magic In Flight

Owls, Silent Magic In Flight


Owls in flight glide so deadly silent
 prey dies so quickly and violent
Claws just as sharp as a razor knife
 nightime is the owl's hooting life!

Resting in tall trees in the hollow
 the night's moon they have to follow
No shrieks as they swoop down on prey
 owl's eating demands business not play!

A beauty shines with feathers and eyes
 smooth flight in dark forested skies
Owls are held to be old and very wise
 to love and admire if one simply tries!

A treasure to love and attempt to protect
Tragic if we fail due to ignorance and neglect!

07/27/2014

Night Owl - Poetry Contest
Sponsor -Kelly Deschler


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Moon

Might I ask about what the moon means to you?
It means the world revolves in a transcending path with a satellite.
Why does the moon shine in the midnight sky?
It shines because it is a guide between the world of the dead and the living.

So does the moon fill the air with hope?
The moon itself is hope for people.
Why does the moon pull us in with such soul searching?
It is because we feel that the moon is part of our every day life.

Children who asks these questions; I have strive to tell them some truth,
And for the adults out there I created a little Moon lite poem to sooth.

So the moon is our light in the darkest hour of the night
With romance in the air that is so bright
We all hold hands once in a moonlit walk
And with such passion we would talk
The moon gives us our pull on each others heart
With a dinner that we take part
The ritual of wooing ones heart is a great feeling of love
The moon is always there to shine right above
In time we think we are blinded by the moon 
But to tell you the truth it reflects the sun light during midnight noon
It gives out a warmth in the darkness
We probably do not think of it less
Because the moon is our memories of our past 
It shows it everyday and night and always last

April 13, 2013


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Beneath the Weeping Willow

Time stood still as you drew your last breathe, 
Visions of our memories are all that are left,
Questions unanswered and words left to say,
A piece of me faded on your dying day,
Called home to the place where your soul rests,
Cherishing our time given for which I was blessed,
Beneath the weeping willow I cry out your name,
Hoping to see you but reality remains the same,
The branches cover me like dark upon the night,
Searching beyond to your place out of sight,
Leaves of the willow flowing against the breeze,
I'm beholden to the silence enveloping me,
I sit beneath the willow with you on my mind,
Hoping your presence may be what I find,
The roots of a willow are deep inside the ground,
The roots of my heart you will always be found,
We have a lot in common this willow and I, 
The glistening of tears as clouds fill the sky,
Where have you gone? Please can you return?
Seasons have passed and the leaves begin to turn,
Beneath the weeping willow I shall remain,
Cherishing the memories left in your name,
Until we meet again in a place beyond the tree,
One with the willow I shall always be


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Mulberry tree in winter

 
A mass of twirling branches
The sleeping Mulberry tree
Has dropped her load to rest a while
Her form intriguing me
A month ago she looked so grand
With her mass of dark green leaves
But now her branches gnarled and bent
A wondrous pattern weave

I bought her thirteen years ago
My weeping Mulberry tree
I’ve sat and watched her all these years
And I have looked to see
So many birds of different hues
Using her as their resting place
To shelter from the predators
Or for a while to laze.

So many times I’ve sat here
With a smile upon my face
Taking photos of this tree
As it stands in all it’s grace
I’ve had some lovely, magic moments
As the birds have stopped to feed
From the little tray that hangs near by
All filled with sweet bird seed.

1 August 2013 @ 2003hrs


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Tears of My Heart

if poop could be named anything what would you name it?  id name it bob and id make him sit on a log in a bog and say get out of here you hog that looks like fog from a bog thats near a log with bob sitting on it who attacked the wacking wackers with all his heart and shattered, he fell to the floor.  dont name your poop bob because then youll have tears in your heart.


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emotional beauty


emotional beauty

uneasy lies the head 
that wears the crown
no make up instead
your face never frown
if your lips turn red
you still not grown

beauty is the emotion
that emotionally connects you
to the spontaneous self
and you must have caution
for that emotion reflects you
to the simultaneous self

need not worry about beauty
but a beauty 
that's not on the booty
but that on the mind's duty
to think beyond the facial
and artificial beauty
an emotional beauty

why worry about your looks
did not you read in the books
of how beauty comes from within
and not by the looks? 
-

opn04112011/1322

***extract from 'patterns of life' november 2011 ebook
ntema's unique poetry.

>
It is important to personally analyse yourself from within. If you get so easily carried by what goes around; so shall it come back around your neck. Look at yourself carefully and try by all means to 'imagine' that person you think its you and see how different you are from yourself. Beauty is how capable are you of any situation to respond and react in a systemic psycho-analytic being and not from the physical appearances that are enhanced by scientifically modified chemics and cosmetics. Your personality is dependent on your mental freedom and mental situation analysis. < 
onalethuso petruss ntema

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/emotional-beauty/


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My Uncomfortable Skin

I observe Rajang, 
Enclosed in space, 
Rugged Orangutan, 
Face to face.

Nonchalantly you inspect, 
Stroll towards myself, 
We reflect.
Gazing deep, searching souls inner, 
Your so beautiful 
And me...I'm the sinner.

Inwardly I apologise, 
Through embarrassed eyes, 
That I am here
Free in.. humane, 
Useless thoughts.... in vain.

Audience akin
Your rusted fur
My uncomfortable skin.
Hatred for my peers, 

Thirty-nine years wasted yet you amaze, 
Attentive gaze, 
Foraging stare... so aware, 
Soul searching.

For you are the wise old man of Borneo, 
Majestic aura, emotions I'll never know, 

Yet you and I stand opposed at your enclosure, 
Questioning each others composure.
Hands splayed, touch mentally through glass, 
Clinically cool, my breaths, I gasp.

Deeply now we analyse, 
Through moment shared, emphatically I apologise.
As I am affected, beyond belief 
Benevolent thoughts, whilst I bereif.

'I'm so sorry' I whisper
Adding a smear, 
Warm breath, cold glass
... Followed by a tear. 


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Everlasting Tree

A large tree stands alone as it has for countless seasons. 
The width of its trunk wrings admiration from the soul.
It is stong grounded and permanent. 
It draws all of its needs to it.
 Its roots, the reason it exists
 are unseen, underground. 
They grip the ground, they suck the earth,
they quest for its survival,
as its branches sway serenely above. 
There is wisdom, balance and surrender to elements,
 be they wind or rain or fire. 

Time in between each millenium sees a tree, 
forever standing.


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MY NATURAL BEAUTY

 	MY NATURAL BEAUTY
O bizarre beauty,
O eclipse of a perfectly contrived creature.
O rustful  bonny frame cladded with muck,
Made  fleshy with its suppleness as lime soot.
O dark glinting hair like fleece interwoven, that soon
Would turn grey sky in Northern  Arid Savannah
O Artiste physique, well endowed-
Like Benin feminine bronze sculpture;
An obsolete craft, to wane into gloomy oblivion.

O brilliant ebony skin with the wafting allure
Of ambergris to suffuse the whiff of odorous incence.
O passing beauty –
By Circadian or Accidental  dissipation.
How best can I appreciate you, my beauty?
Except to behold you,
As a precious mound of carcass
Bedecked of sands and worms and air!

When I behold you as such, and still my heart is lured
With an irresistible longing to
Rouse this masculine flesh into verveful concupiscence
From this raw natural state,
This be a perfect beauty, a perpetual love.
And so will my soul drink content,
A brimming measure of this natural lee of love
And thirst no more to find beauty!  


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Still with me

My dear beloved friend,
I feel you late at night,
Curled atop my feet,
And keeping my heart alight.
I see your sweet smiling face,
Everytime I close my eyes,
And feel you rub against me,
With all the love you have inside.
My loving baby girl, 
I feel you here beside me,
Comforting me of all my pain,
Your close to me once more,
And I have not to weep as much,
When I feel your tail waggin against my legs. 

RIP My Puppy Camille <3 
I love you babygirl


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Assured to shore

Lord make my light shine,
illuminating Your glory
wich doesn't dwindle in the dark
and is the joy thats set before me.
In this lifes uncertain seas
be the wind set in my sail,
be my compass and my anchor,
for You love me without fail
so I know You'd never wreck me
on this course that You are mapping
or allow me to be plundered,
sunk ,or stranded without captain.

No! I shall not be afraid
wether tempest or high tide
for as sure as You are with me
joy and peace in me abide
so my faith is in Your guidance,
not a storm You cannot still.
So direct me with instruction
I choose Your purpose and Your will.

Even when cloud and dark cover
ever confident I'll be
my soul shall look to its lover
who will ever walk with me.


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A Letter To Robert Frost

               A letter To Robert Frost
Dear Mr. Frost or Bob, as the occasion might be lent
We are happy to report a world still turning wild
There are still two roads divergent in the woods
Prevailing, waiting for others to decide 
You took the one less traveled
To make a difference as you could
We continue to abide convergent roads
Comply with natures inclinations as our maze
Pulled in some direction not always ours
As for that world that did not die
It did not perish in fire or by ice
As you postulated quite nicely 
Both would have equally sufficed
We are in a different place and time
Protecting ages and ages hence in your defense
We will never meet again in fire or in ice my friend

                                                                 6/06/14 Contest:  Letters To Poets	
	
	
	


Details | I do not know? | |

Spring Forth Thine Glory

Why have you forsaken us?

O season of bloom, what manner of transformation do you seek?

Your concealing actions, in these cloud swept skies, speaks to deception my Lord.

As your humble servant, I beg of you, to please return to your former constitution.

Which bringeth not only I, but the beasts of burden and all the buzzing creatures, plus the wondrous, soaring birds, swooping in like rabble-rousers to a long lost love!

 Happiness!

Hear our cries, O season of hope, and bring forth your glory, your Manifest Destiny, to bring life and sustenance, to us all.


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The Sea Blue Eyes I

Once in a while I meet a person whose eyes tell their story
The story is like the sky reflection on the seas of glory
The eyes are all the wonder of the world
It sees the future, past, and present
The eyes give us knowledge of the world and reflection
The reflection of sadness and weakness of each creature
The wonder of each individual being has a present
To the world who has lots of false images
To arise the moment of that one glance
To follow the heart in romance
Just the reflection that gather in your eyes of blue
What a man and a woman should view
Life is such a pain without stopping to see each eyes
Its like roses you have to enjoy each passion in side
When that moment collides with mind and heart
Nothing in your soul can keep your love apart
Join in the fun look in every eyes of a person beside
With passion and romance I bet you, you would cry
The luster of all the things to come
A bounty of life long needs to be given by just the wonders of the eyes
The blue seas reflects the different depths of our feelings
And it should become revealing
Come to your senses with ravaging hormones of lust
The sea can take you and even the reflection in the eyes of the person
The beauty is not held by one it is held by everyone
Such looks with fear for no relief
Is almost a dreadful part in our human nature
Beware of what can happen when emotions are held
Held to the core of an individual
No such thing is kindness when you find yourself in the Sea Blue Eyes
Calling in your soul by just looking
With ignorance you play around with such futile emotion
Gush away the fear and do not go insane with life so dear
The grasp of the titans comes to reveal
The evil within your heart is so obscenely noticed
You want the sea and you want those eyes to look at you with wishes
The rage in the heart are waves that cannot stop 
It pushes and pushes with no regret
The heart falters and there is only one thing in your mind
The idea of one soul to be with is the ocean 
The rifts that is trying to break to end the wants of desire
Cannot be trusted in a human lier
The beauty of man is destruction 
The beauty of women are commands
The eyes of each does not matter in the sea
Because all emotion and desire is given to those who are true
Command of a person is just one thing 
The desire to destroy is another
The Sea Blue Eyes will see no bother cause it bares it all
Even the utmost desire
To be continue.


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BIRDSONG SERENADE

Birdsong twitters
Sunlight flickers in and out of clouds
Weaving messages with light
You resonate with sound

Chirping virtuoso
Eco vibrato on a pleasing wind
A melody to serenade my ears
As wings glide legato 
Wings flap staccato
From bird’s eye view
Your chorus chimes

I beg reprise ...


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David

David; luck stung.
However before now becomes how everyone placed it David.
Yourself includes it's grand notice of her comfort.
Less these words ward off mess, please assure enough guests.
At the foot of bed David, luck struck.
Moreover; before now everyone labeled it traded, this life David, includes the mother.
David; call him amnesia.


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The Swaying of the Grass

1.

 

A path leads,

to where wild grass grows,

 

sashaying in the summer breeze.

 

2.

 

Along the path,
lightness settles within,

 

feeling the grass,
swooning,
tickling ankles,

 

swaying to the lilting bird-song,

in a dance of intimate abandon,

 

brushing the remnants of pain away.

 

3.

 

Melodies float across fields of green,

delicately caressing my heart,

 

teasing emptiness to flee,

comforting the mind,

 

to silently be.

 

4.

 

Walking on,
savouring the peace,

 

a momentary respite,
from the burdens of the now,

 

all is quiet,

 

a stillness cradling fractured emotions,

 

the grass in the fields sway,

 

dusk descends,

 

shadows lengthen,

 

nudging dimming light to take leave,

 

of the day


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SUNSET OF THE DAY

Sunset starts with colors of vivid bright Gold
Striking up the kaleidescope of  colors of the blue,red,orange as it settles
Striking up awe for all to see, the bright clear color of oranges and reds and hues of blue
The magical vibrant colors of gold, red and blue of a day almost gone by
Watch as the sun goes behind us for the day, The rainbow of colors making our day

July 12, 2012


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Ode to Autumn

Ode to Autumn Pumpkins on porches, crudely cut, ferocious faces Wisps of white smoke melting into cold clear skies Hands held as if praying, to crackling fireplaces Odors of allspice waft from plump pumpkin pies Cold swirling winds, skirling leaves in the lane While a few golden stalwarts, in tall trees still remain Clinging and quivering, making restless, rattling sound In anxious anticipation of delicate descent to the ground Haunting apparitions, appear the skeletal trees To spook little kids into feigned, fun-filled fright With witchy appearance, bare limbs wave in the breeze Scarecrows wave back with ghoulish delight Autumn leaves burning, aromatic auras so sweet Crisp air numbs kid’s noses, toes and their feet Once strutting Tom Turkey, now reclines in the oven Exuding the aroma that everyone’s lovin’ Autumn’s a time of rich renewal Preparing for change, in time so transitional Mother nature shedding summer,s no-longer-chic green and donning more staid, brown traditional Summer, winter and spring are beautiful seasons And in them I find much of delight But Autumn’s the season that I’ve come to love Because everything about Autumn…and Fall… is just right


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That Stand, Red Oaks On The Hill

That Stand, Red Oaks On The Hill





That stand of old red oak trees on the high hill
 centuries flown by and yet they awe men still
I visited often in early breezy, cool morning treks
 to calm myself and defeat many of life's little wrecks!

Or on holiday weekends when more time I could enjoy,
 sometimes just to leave worries I wish to destroy
In early June after the woods have left winter behind
 I march quickly to soak in their majestic kind!

Late Fall when rainbow colors they gifted man and world
 bright reds, yellows, browns best canvas ever unfurled
Resting there on such days brought my heart such peace
 restored my beaten soul, giving my spirit a new lease!

Winter arrives wrapping their tall arms in shining white
 beauty, that magical beauty of their white glow at night
Soothing the mists that sail from their combined might
 precious the glow, that glow of joyous healing light
Memories of many cool nights camping in their safe arms
 ever in love, deeply in love with their mythical charms!

Robert J. Lindley 06-01-2014

Another rewrite of a write I did over 40 years ago. Inspired
by a large stand of tall old Red Oak trees very near our home
 when I was a young child. I remember that beauty and majesty that
sat me in awe and sealed my love of the woods forever!!


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Basho wrote it like this

Basho wrote it like this... in autumn moonlight the worm digs so silently into the chestnut If I were Basho I might write it like this... in the desert heat coyotes scream so wildly echo through the sage
both haiku - 5/7/5 (coyotes - pronounced ky-oats)


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Mother Earth

Mother Earth why do you so often cry,
Is it because every day one of your children dies?
Mother Earth why does your wind blow so wildly,
Is it because your children have forgotten how to act mildly?
Mother Earth why do the things you grow continue,
When your children do nothing but ravage you?
Mother Earth why do your rivers continue to wend,
Is it because your children always want to know what is around the next bend?
Mother Earth why are your children so mean,
Is it too late for us to be redeemed?
Mother Earth do you still love the sun,
When so many of your children have left with things undone?
Mother Earth will you always love your children so much,
I know you hunger for their touch.
Mother Earth how do you ever sleep,
When upon you dangerous things do creep?
Mother Earth do you still love your sister the moon,
Will I, your child, lie within you soon?
Mother Earth how can your children ever forget you are always around,
Is that why your tears fall down?
Mother Earth thank you for the blessings you give to me each day,
Thank you for a place for my head to lay.
Mother Earth thank you for my children,
Who have cleansed my soul from within.
Hopefully all of your children will realize just what you do,
And once again start caring for you.
So when the sun rises on a glorious new day,
I will protect you and my children in every way.


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Nature's Harvested Bounty

Nature's Harvested Bounty

 Deep and dark are the thick , tall forested hills
 where swift icy streams send cold crossing chills
 Thinning out where the trees meet the grassy meadows and fields
 hunters reap the harvest that nature so bountifully yields

 An early morning hunt that provided food for hearth and home
 gathered with weapons in hands as hunters ever so quietly roam
 Nature reluctantly gives up it's great living treasure
 as grateful families thank God for gifts beyond measure.

 Home before noon to have newly cooked meals
 Satisfied and amply fed , pure bliss is how it feels
 Early afternoon nap to renew those hardy spirits
 nature whispers inspirations, can you hear it?
 03-12-2011 --Tyr


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Decaying Gown

In decaying fall, They, deadened colours abound Leaves granted leave, gown .


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Spring Fever

I feel it
The tugging in my bones
Like a young child pulling at my shirt to get attention
That gentle urge to look their way
It whispers in my ears
Left shoulder it sits 
Then right
Left right left right
Never quite in view
Tickling like a strand of hair gone awry
It slides across my fingers 
Like an itch I can't scratch
The desire to move 
When I know I should be absolutely still
I hear it 
Like a ringing in my ears
Or a fly buzzing in my ear
The humming of the lights
It calls to me
Mumbling like the dry eyes commercial guy
It longs for me 
Like a drought stricken farmer prays for rain
It commands me to dance 
Flitting like a butterfly sailing in a windstorm
It burns
Like the fever of a sleepless infant
On and on it screams at me
I am coming
Like a wild cat at midnight
It reaches out to embrace me
Like little ones safe in their mothers arms
Restlessly I wait
For spring


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Fields Forever

Until the end, I fight 
I fight until the light is no more 
and the perilous night does begin 
& when my day is gone & future masked 
I climb my mountain with head hanging low 
Low for now, I killed and desecrated all held sacred 
Slain the last foe & as the day breaks again 
I gaze at fields of red fury 
Fury misunderstood all dead to understand 
Mountains ahead and behind, in this valley of 
Presence. Engulfed by injustice and punished 
In personal strife, I cry, 
not out but in I cry to hear 
inside, inside where I've tried to hide 
and defend on this field of red 
with no more to hide & more to 
hide from. I perch on this mountain I've made 
& expose myself to all, with none to tell 
I'm free, lost to live, lost to die 
Never to love, never to fly. Only wallow for 
It turns to night and shadows comfort me my friends 
Till the end 


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The Wonders of Mother Earth

The mountains, so majestic, cannot speak out loud, 

The lions roar, to let you know that their growing pride is proud, 

The Dolphins jump and play,that,s their way, so that you can see, 

The insects, pollinate, at their own rate, busily buzzing, like a bee, 

The ocean waves, splashing hard, upon the vast beach shore,

 the volcanos spit out lava, from their fiery core, 

The Elephants noisily trumpet, to make us all aware, 

the eagle soars, on outstretched wings, way high up in the air, 

The peacock shows you,his colorful display, by his feathers bright, 

The owl hoots and hollers, under a crisp, full moonlight, 

The trees gently sway, showing you the way to a better day, 

The rooster too, with a cock-a-doodle doo, as he struts and sashays,

 All of these things, that Nature brings, just means it,s trying to say, 

We,re trying to infer, to take care of her and to all a Happy Earth Day!