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Repristination

My eyes were hooked on to the West Feasting on the riot of colors the sun had cast I stood dazed at an experience blest That any poet would treasure with zest By chance I glanced at the river below It moved like an overloaded carriage slow With floating weeds and dirty rubbish Reminding one of an ugly heap of trash I saw partially submerged bottles bobbing on the surface Gradually filling with dirty water perforce And slowly sinking down to rest in peace With their sunken brethren at the river base Spill of oil glistened iridescent On the face of the river florescent Its water was far from clean And had turned into murky green On the still surface was a layer of scum Like rancid butter annoying anyone’s calm Reeking smell of rotten fish and mulch Entered my nostrils with an obnoxious stench I closed my eyes and turned my head And looked away from the river bed I thought of man’s callous audacity In assaulting Nature’s pristine vitality I heard the river’s rising lament And me it did acutely torment I felt it was clamoring for repristination And inviting man’s commiseration Any sensitive soul would be left grieving Seeing the river in such agony heaving In the far horizon, the sky had grown into flames I wondered if Nature was mad at man’s tall claims March.13.2023 ~ Placed First~ Pick a title, Vol.35. Poetry Contest Sponsor. Edward Ibeh

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Date: 3/26/2023 8:10:00 AM
Heartiest congratulations on your top win in my contest with this masterwork, Valsa:-) I absolutely loved it!
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Date: 3/26/2023 8:25:00 AM
I feel greatly honored ! It has ever been a pleasure taking part in your contests. Thank you so much Edward....
Date: 3/24/2023 7:38:00 PM
Valsa, many hearty congratulations on your first-place win! Spotless vibes you portray.
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Date: 3/24/2023 1:33:00 PM
Congratulations!!!
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Date: 3/24/2023 8:12:00 AM
Love this one Valsa. So expressive! Congratulations on your win! :)
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Date: 3/23/2023 8:45:00 PM
"In the far horizon, the sky had grown into flames I wondered if Nature was mad at man’s tall claims" - it's a very unique poem written very beautifully. Congratulations!
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Date: 3/23/2023 2:26:00 PM
Congratulations on the win. A lovely yet sad story/write. Have a blessed day writing....................
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Date: 3/15/2023 7:41:00 PM
Repristination is precisely what is called for, Valsa. This is 'geniosity!' :) gw
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Date: 3/14/2023 12:48:00 PM
wow, you did the word such great poetic justice. Wish mine had turned out this good.
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Date: 3/13/2023 8:21:00 PM
Man just seems to have no regard for the pollution we create. We were given Clean free flowing rivers and streams crystal clear lakes and smoke free sky's and forests and woods and animals, fish and birds of every kind. These were all a GOD given gift, given ONCE for all eternity. Man aims to destroy it all in a few lifetimes. Your poem is stunning my friend. Dreadful enough that we should all be ashamed. May your voice be heard Valsa.
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Date: 3/13/2023 5:32:00 PM
"By chance I glanced at the river below It moved like an overloaded carriage slow With floating weeds and dirty rubbish Reminding one of an ugly heap of trash" -- when we work with God, we are a blessing to self and others. When we go it alone, we are independent destroyers. Excellent reminder. Sad. But all too true. Blessings!
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Date: 3/13/2023 12:51:00 PM
I heard the river’s rising lament And me it did acutely torment--you echo the laments of many who are saddened by the deteriorating conditions of human resources due to neglect and lack of respect for environment. Much needs to be done, but world lags miserably. A potent message you convey, Valsa.
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Date: 3/13/2023 12:14:00 PM
I’m not sure which river you were observing Valsa but I have an inkling it’s the Ganges, really is terribly polluted, I’ve seen the pictures of children swimming amongst the filth, not their fault of course, it’s the Caste system they are born into, our own river Liffey here was stinking in the past at low tide, but thankfully has been totally cleaned up now, brilliant poem, cheers David
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Date: 3/13/2023 9:47:00 AM
Man is bit by bit destroying our planet, he's slowly beginning to realise it but sadly I think its too late. Thought provoking verse Valsa, best of luck in the contest. Tom
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Date: 3/13/2023 7:20:00 AM
One word, Disgusting. That's what it is. And in the meantime while we are polluting, there are millions who have no clean water to drink. I think about it a lot. Great write, Valsa. If folks would simply quit littering, that alone would help tremendously.
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Date: 3/13/2023 5:10:00 AM
I heard the river’s rising lament And me it did acutely torment I felt it was clamoring for repristination And inviting man’s commiseration. A sad yet significant poem on how we are destroying the world while keeping both eyes open. Good luck with the contest.
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Date: 3/13/2023 3:11:00 AM
Sad that so much waste ends up in the waterways of the good earth. I guess if each person did just a little it would get cleaned up. Thanks for sharing this one with us and for dropping by my page. This one reads like a good contender for the contest to me. Sara
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Date: 3/13/2023 3:02:00 AM
Man is famous for dirtying the environment. Hugs.
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Date: 3/13/2023 3:02:00 AM
- I feel shame when I read this, Valsa ... we destroy the earth with our eyes open ... a sad but important poem - Best wishes in the contest - hugs
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