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Man Speaks To Mother Earth

Mother Earth, please join our celebration
As mankind revels in fruits of your creation

But hide your eyes from oil spilled upon Gulf life
And turn your head from endangered creatures in strife

Sit upon barren land as forests are ravaged
Take mercy on us, the destroyers so savage

In polluted rivers your dead fish lay in decay
This carelessness will spread if mankind has its way

Precious minerals stripped from your dying soil
No bars of gold will be produced from miners' toil

Remember in prayer the Earth we once held dear
Tell us please how to reverse this cycle of fear

Reach out, sigh, as plant diseases proliferate
Not God's handiwork, 'tis the devil incarnate



* Parody for Dr. Ram's contest

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Timothy Brumley

July 30, 2010 at 7:06 PM

You're right, our two poems share like minds. I wonder how deep do the similarities run? Interesting, and intriguing!

Wilma Neels

May 21, 2010 at 1:12 AM

Awesome poem Carolyn - regards Wilma

Amy Green

May 17, 2010 at 4:59 PM

Awesome poem. Actually, it made me cry...

Colin Mitchell Williams

May 17, 2010 at 10:51 AM

Hello Carolyn, how are you :) I hope you are well- I was Researching The Betty Anderson Affair... on Google ... and the only reference I could find, was you. How curious is that ? I love this poem by the way :) Keep well Carolyn

Timothy Brumley

May 16, 2010 at 7:05 AM

So sad but true. Man is the only son of mother earth that strives to separate himself from her. And in his eager pursuit for independence from her he destroys her. And in his pursuit for independence from his Father he destroys himself. When will he ever learn that you cannot improve on that which was created perfect from the beginning?

Kim Hilliker

May 15, 2010 at 6:23 AM

Great poem, Carolyn! It's so true and so sad what we have done to Mother Earth. She can't hide her eyes when she feels such awful pain caused by mankind's greed.

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

May 13, 2010 at 11:46 AM

Thankxxx Carolyn for the 5th place in your Phoenix Rising contest for Chalice of Repose.. this was a wonderful contest to write for and create a new piece in the process.. appreciate your time to judge and many congrats to all the winners.. luv.. Linda-Marie..

Doris Culverhouse

May 13, 2010 at 4:32 AM

great thoughts

James Peranteau

May 12, 2010 at 11:47 AM

Wow Carolyn...this is really a poem that reaches down deep and scares ! Help ! Truly a parody ! james

James Fraser

May 12, 2010 at 11:03 AM

Terrific message in your words Carolyn. Sadly this spill will cause grief and strive for nature. Lets hope their clean up campaign proves positive. Another wonderful poem from a wonderful poet. Good luck in Dr Ram's contest >> James

Michael J. Falotico

May 12, 2010 at 6:59 AM

Your are truly a talent my love!!! well written!! Love Michael

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

May 12, 2010 at 6:58 AM

Your precious comments are well received dear friend on my poetry today.. also heard from Dane Ann and it was truly wonderful... thankxxx for your presence here on Soup... hope all other things get resolved for u ..dear friend..luv.. Linda-Marie.

Gert W. Knop

May 12, 2010 at 3:38 AM

Profound and well written, Carolyn! Wished that all could estimate Mother Earth like the Indios of Perù and Bolivia do with their "Pacha Mama"! Thank you also for your kind comments. Love, Gert

Lynette Chachere

May 11, 2010 at 9:55 PM

this sounds beautiful, but sad. one day we will know the dangers of the things we need that run out. because one day it's likely there will be no more. -Always&Forever Lynette

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

May 11, 2010 at 7:57 PM

Original and unique Carolyn and good luck with this great entry for the contest by Dr. Ram... my entry is Suburbia (Parody) .. enjoyed reading your creative write.. its now Sweetheart on P.P. .. am not feeling too OK on there now.. luv.. Linda-Marie..

Audrey Haick

May 11, 2010 at 8:35 AM

Awesome, Carolyn!! If only each person will remember that this is "home"...man and nature..and be aware of the cliche, "A house divided will not stand"! Good luck in the contest, Carolyn..this is definitely a winner! How are you? I've been busy with school, etc. so have not bee here much..take care, my friend, Love, Audrey

Izzy Gumbo

May 11, 2010 at 7:31 AM

I'm with you on this... the oil spills, the gulf, the Barrier reef, the tankers and spills over the past few years... nothing goes unnoticed. Gods about to kick some ass... what makes me most upset Carolyn, is that my hearts makes me believe they've done it 'on purpose'... for whatever their sick, controlling reasons are, I don't the spills are 'accidental'... hugs and many blessings Carolyn. I wait for the fix too. xo

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

May 11, 2010 at 2:51 AM

Flip Wilson's famous phrase, "The devil made me do it." rings true here. God is mother Nature's friend, but many men are not. God commanded, "...replenish the earth..." But only a few even know His words. The devil incarnate - Maybe so! Greed and the good life seem to be behind oil industry. Coveting? Ravaged forests...sometimes. At least here in the US, there are state and national forest attempting to preserve. Industry, REPLENISH! God bless lost souls...man and wildlife. Great poem!

Elaine George

May 11, 2010 at 2:23 AM

Hi Carolyn, It is good to be back. Thank you for your kind comments. This poem touches my heart deeply. When will mankind finally realize - you reap what you sow. Hopefully before it is to late. Love, Lainie

Lena Townsend

May 11, 2010 at 2:17 AM

Your writing never lets me down. Your words flow with so much grace and truth. This is my kind of read. Thank you for your kind words and for reading my work. I have missed the warmth of the Soup and my wonderful friends. It is good to be back. Smiles from Lolita