i cannot count enough stars
to tell how many shine in your eyes
nor can i gather into one
the brilliance of the sun
that your warmth brings
though the sun and stars pass
beyond and beyond
all things that last
i'll meet you in that discovery
Copyright © Gerry Mattia
written 7th May 2013
Time for a nap
said the cat
Time to play
said the puppy, his tail waved
Time for class
did you hear the bell teacher asked
Time for tea, called mum
why, your're always last young son!
Time for bed, dad called
all went quiet down the hall
Brush your teeth, yelled mum
finally, tucked in tight
All dreamed peacefully, till sunlight
Copyright © Denise Hopkins
When every soul is getting older
And the trees are no longer green
When the wind is getting warmer
Not as cool as it has been
Is this earth changing?
I love planet earth like a home
I dreamt of it comfortable so we can live safely and happy
Maybe all we need to do is to set our minds
For what God has been given to us
Wrapped by this enormous roof called the blue sky
And instead of getting scared in the dark
God presented us with millions of crystal bulbs called the stars
The trees are our blankets
They absorbed each raindrop to keep us away from being cold
Protected us from the sun to keep us warm
Providing us with food and beauty
What made you doubt?
That all things are blessed from heaven and yet we desert it
Sometimes I think that the old ways kept us on the right path
But the politic of currency has made us greed
It’s always about staying alive
Surviving ourselves from this malicious world
We all being brain washed by the wrong education
And being raised by the misled tradition
What I used to know an old myth was told to me
They said that our old ancestors used to respect the nature
For what it has been given to all the living things
Having a spiritual communication with the sound of the wind
No one wonders it could keep the balance of the earth
It’s still a long way to live in this earth so keep the balance
What made us changed?
What made us turned into some uncontrollable beings?
Many days we never notice that the earth is changing
We are too busy to build our own kingdom
While in afar, way from the place you are living
Some places have changed, some trees have gone, and some ices have melted
Why the winter is late this season?
Why the sun shines too bright, it hurts when it touches our skins?
If in my place, I feel so hot and dry
Imagine the children who are living in other part of the world
Living in hunger and in pain
Where maybe five years ago the country is burning by the sun
Imagine it now, how heat is the place
We’ve ruin the balance
In the old days, cutting trees is like cutting a soul
So our ancestors realized that there are boundaries
It’s the balance we have to keep
Because this earth is our home
And for the next generations, this earth is their home too.
look at the color of the green on the trees;
look how it move and dancing following the wind
feel how this hair of the earth comfort us from heat
and keep them within us, forever.
because this earth is our home, let it always be
Copyright © Mony Reyna
Before man, there was only twilight upon the earth. The earth was divided by two realms, realms, not kingdoms; one above the earth, the Sky, ruled by the birds. The other, the Land, upon the earth, ruled by the beasts.
In the sky, among the clouds, was a large pile of firewood. How it got there is unknown.
It is believed to be there as a resting place for birds not wanting to rest on land.
One twilight, an enormous eagle dove toward the land. His dive caused an emu on the land to panic, thinking it was being attacked, the emu jumped up and struck the eagle.
The eagle and the emu began a heated argument, then began to fight. The emu, in anger, plucked an eagle feather. The eagle, in its rage, swooped over to the emu nest, grabbing one of her huge eggs in its beak, soared skyward.
As the eagle climbed, he swung his head throwing the egg higher into the sky. The emu
screeched in horror as the egg smashed against the firewood. The yoke breaking, sparked, igniting the firewood, lighting up both realms of the earth.
Suddenly, the earth was bright and beautiful. All were dazzled, but soon relaxed, as the
fire begin to warm. The leader of the Sky saw the light and the warmth it produced as good.
He saw as the fire burned, it produced more heat and comforted all. It also began to
decrease the light and got cooler as the firewood went out. This was a bad thing, he
called all the birds together to gather firewood to keep the fire burning.
As the fire became coals, the light again returned to twilight and darkness.
The birds worked for hours to replenish the firewood.
As they began to pile wood upon the coals, the fire reignited. As the fire got bigger,
there was more light, and warmth.
When the birds had piled on all the wood gathered, the fire again began to decrease in
light and warmth.
Again each twilight, the birds would gather firewood for hours.
After an undetermined time, light and the darkness defined. As the earth warmed and became more beautiful, the realms became one.
The Spirit of the earth saw what the birds had done and what had become of the earth was good. He moved the fire outward from the earth and made it burn all the time.
He made the earth turn. Day and night were created. The birds and the beasts were one with the earth.
The spirit of the earth was pleased. He had created the heavens and the earth, reaching into the earth, he grabbed a handful of dirt in his hands, Smiling, saying all is good, He created Man.
Copyright © Mac McGovern
Deep breath to shake it
Cold chill slivers down fast
Beating against cage of heart
Cage of body
Cage of soul
Legs begging to run
Heart aching to be free
Truth to self
aching to be seen
Sweet scent of dry savannah plains
Sharp smell of thorny veins
The aroma of Africa surrounds
Scents sights sounds
In these home is found
Snarling at every motion made
Scared but defiant
Blinded by fear and rage
Paws long for endless journeys
On paths walked centuries ago
For elegance in element
A space all her own
Where earth still bleeds red on horizon
Morning and night
Continuing the endless fight
Fight for borderless freedom
The pale yellow green eyes
Dismays the truth inside
But tell the story
Of wild soul
Story to unfold
Copyright © Fierce Malilangwe
That’s what she calls herself
who boasts of the longest reigning monarchy in the world,
producing a short of one to twenty Nobel Prize winners
as only two colleagues beat her to global wealth.
Her buttocks sit on the red hot coal
of the deadly pacific ring of fire.
Her cultural and innovative influence,
already clinging on global corners with their webs.
The sushi, sashimi and the tempura;
the karate, judo, sumo and ninjutsa;
the Toyota, Sony, Nintendo, canon and Panasonic,
all testaments of her hands of influence.
She’s a home to over six thousand pieces
resting on large waters to stay as one.
Three-fourth of her landscape is forests or mountains
and so industrious to make possible the Asimo.
Her short poems have been globally popularized
with almost every of her citizens literate,
while some of her streets still remain nameless.
She must have acquired lots of black cats
to reach such a height of civilization and power;
Beauty comes with teeth not quite regular,
visiting the vending machine to satisfy ones need for a beer,
possessing the largest trade center for fish in the world
but publicly blowing the nose and tearing off a gift’s wrap
converts her cool countenance into a bad mood.
She has centers for drinking and taking alcoholic shots
so also for enjoying the fluid of lactation for adults.
Ironing a shirt with a speed of light
is her special craft and yardstick for a serious competition.
Population of pets outweigh that of children;
her appetite for Basashi and expenses for the melons
invite controversy to any form of human reasoning.
Immigration then is highly regulated
to give continuity to such traditional and economic history.
Copyright © Funom Makama
Those wooden meant to for all season,
Blue painted motored boats beacon,
Us to calm green sea waters,
To sail on and that’s all that matters.
The calm green waters dolphin rides,
Deep inside when the tide subsides.
Eight pals and two sailors sailed on
On a boat with the rent haggled upon.
Two and a half miles have gone,
Into the waters we sail on,
Squealing and giggling in delight,
Adrenalin pumped up and over excite.
The motor the sailor cuts off,
Over and over with a bit of scoff,
The dolphins they say swim and are gone
By the dull sounds of the motor whirr &drone.
Waves they splash frothy sprays
On the bodies bathed in hot sunrays,
Shrills cries of joy erupt,
From us sightseers eight on a glimpse of dolphins seen abrupt.
The wet bath suits and sun tans,
Some with hand held beer cans,
Watch the dolphins frolic in the sea
Cavorting in graceful curves both she and he.
The sailor maneuvers you to the place
Of marine life ,pelagic birds his boat with grace,
The sight of these magnificent mammals,
Feeding and playing their bodies look coated with enamel.
The thrill so great just to watch,
These mammals is just top notch
This pod of dolphins swim away,
We watch through misty sea sprays.
Salty breeze seep in our hair,
Smiling sun shines on our burnt backs bare,
The dull sounds of engine power,
The enchanting sounds of rythimic waves in my ears still hover.
By Sashi Prabhu(zeauoxian)
Copyright © sashi prabhu
Twinkle twinkle, little star,
93 million miles far.
Giver of light, supporter of life,
energy, climate and season device.
The sun is a star, we're glad it is here,
as our life support, for 5 billion years.
This star is among the brightest in space,
though close, many questions about it remain.
With violet ,orange, and reddish of hues,
our home solar system pivots on you.
8,000 degrees of Kelvin heat,
elements of Hydrogen and Helium meet.
Over 100 times the size of the Earth,
rotating once is a seven day turn.
The first of three layers is visible light,
the thick photosphere is a veil of white.
The atmosphere there is a plasma in ways,
which emits a series of wavelengths and rays.
A more defined trait are the patches of dark,
Sunspots are cooler, magnetically charged.
These spots tend to vary and alter in shape,
every 11 years, new cycles take place.
Solar cycles can affect the weather on Earth,
filters and color are how they’re observed.
Direct observation can damage the eyes,
I'd advise that precautions be sought and applied.
The heat is supplied by a core via fusion,
and exits as energy and light distribution.
Plasma is also among things released,
Solar Flares on the surface are a common sight seen.
All around they emit rays, X and UV,
which frequently jam radio frequencies.
Close to the sunspots, the flares can be viewed,
particles majestically travel in loops.
The Sun, like the Moon, is a welcomed companion,
life without it cannot be imagined.
Twinkle twinkle, little star,
93 million miles far.
Giver of light, supporter of life,
always shining, through day and through night.
Copyright © David Dowling
The trees are made of feathers and sticks
The sun is made of golden cheese
The moon was made of whipped cream
A place where the water was made out of blue Kool- Aid
The grass was made of gummy green strings
There was no houses and no place to hide
A place where a boy ate the sun
A place where the Moon swalloed up the world
A tragedy that melted and turned to liquid
No one could swim in the sea
No one could tan underneath the branches
A world where time stood still and the hours were long
A place where humans never existed
"Please Try to Go Beyond Earth Hour"
Treat earth like something you imagined when you were a kid a place where these things happened and you could be safe. Pick up your trash and clean up your yard! after all this is your world too :)!
Copyright © Shayla Dendinger
I am the sun burning bright
I give your planet heat and light
In the morning, when I rise
Throughout the day, across the sky
I’m made of plasma, super heated
Hydrogen and helium fused, repeated
My core is white hot, from this nuclear fusion
Mass energy stored for my distribution
I travel so fast I bob up and down
My solar wind spreads like fire around
Light travels to you, at a great speed
Making the plants grow, replenishing the trees
I’m good for your bones, but tough on your skin
So try to remember, don’t where your cream thin
Get the right factor for your special needs
As I don’t want to burn you
I’m begging you please!
My time has come, and I must go down
To shine my rays on some other town
I’ll be back tomorrow at the same time
For I am the sun, I forever shine
© Copyright K.C.Leake
30th November 2010
All Rights Reserved
Copyright © kevin leake
I do not know?
Blue Moon tonight which is very rare
It happens on New Years Eve once in nineteen years
Will you be watching to see if it peeks through
In New York City, Albany, or Calimazu
Maybe in Ormand Beach, Florida
Utah, Alaska a state so fair
How about in the United Kingdom
Africa, Asia, Malayia, or Bonnie Scotland where
It may shine on ice and snow
Or rain reflecting streets
Somewhere on the desert plain
Where the sidewinders sleep
Will the clouds part for just
A short time for you and me
So we can see this phenominum
That will be such a treat
I will be watching and hope
For just a peek, if only for a moment..
That would be so neat
My day will be filled with excitement
As I watch and wait
This could be the night
That I might stay up late
Sit out on the porch in the cold
Hoping to share with you
A night of anticipation
Of a moon that is blue
Will it cast a shadow
On my gray gray hair
Or hide all the wrinkles
That shows my character
So that youth is reflected
On this night so fair
On this night so rare
On this night to share
On this night be there
(Some explanation of Blue Moon. (1) Earth close to sun-so earth gets more sun and moon
will be brighter. (2) Moon will be closer to earth so seems larger. (3) Full moon rises to a
point nearly opposite the sun and because sun is low this time of year the full moon will rise
particularly high. Blue moon is not blue in color but two full moons in one month because we
do not use lunar calendar but one devised by man. Last blue moon on New Years Eve was
l990 and next will be 2028 or every 19 years.) (There are several explanations how the term
came into being but I will let you look it up.)
Copyright © Sara Kendrick
when the sun has risen
and the sky turns white or blue
it keeps its lies withheld,
but as the moon rises
and the sun sets
its lies are told
it speaks about
its lying sun, and how
it itself is lying
it tells how only truth
comes from the flowers
that bloom with the day
and flowers that bloom
in the night
it cries when it
sets for it is not done
telling the truth
and as the sun rises
the lies begin again.
Copyright © Jesse Kaler
Tim went to the Bovington Tank Festival...
baking in hot sun
spud boy wargasms like blitzkrieg
injustice of war ice cream
chocolate shrapnel sprinkled
Copyright © Gail Foster
He designed all of us for the good life.
It is up to us to choose it.
He wants all of us to be happy,
Whether our hair is naturally straight or nappy.
Yes, certain circumstances may have given,
Faces of other races a head start,
But no matter how you look,
The world shook, as a result,
Of God’s only begotten son’s death,
On the cross, the moon dripped in blood,
The sun refused to shine,
So that we can all no matter how we look,
Will live the good life that is divine.
He gave all of us a unique design,
And homework on this planet that you
Were only assigned. The only way
That you can live the good life
Is to know that by His stripes
You are healed and to leave
All of the heartache, pain, and strife
At the cross but only until you
Do that you will forever be lost
The good life is promised to everyone
Who lives under the sun because,
God’s gift to us was the death, burial,
And resurrection of His only begotten son.
Copyright © Nicole Sharon Brown