Best Conservation Poems
Whittchurch picnic, favorite days with my relatives,
Many years ago, a beautiful picnic by the lake.
We had a nice picnic table by the lake,
Our brother Tom found this magnificent place, thanks Tom.
Good company and delicious foods,
i have a picture of this good experience at home.
We bought a bucket of Kentucky fried chicken and
received a complimentary beach ball,
The children enjoyed playing with the beach ball, they would toss that to and fro.
Tom with young Patrick, Frieda and his wife Gail,
Mom with her sons Kirk and Erik and grandfather Wolf and grandmother Erika.
We had sunny beautiful weather especially for our picnic,
Went for a walk, a seldom excellent place.
I like to recalling these experiences,
Days with my relatives, very harmonius.
Years later I visited my parents and their spacious trailer at Terra Cotta,
Our mother was waiting to greet us with a glass of champagne.
They have beautiful walkways,trees and chipmunks and squirrels,
What a scenic place to visit.
The traditional old-fashioned picnic is very popular,
We have many good experiences with our relatives.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Energy is never
Created nor destroyed
Hence sweet souls must ever
Be sweetly redeployed
Nature's Treasures
She sees their crowns had impressively grown
Taller than the obelisk now merely ancient stone
Deepest green like emeralds set on her mystic ring
Forever cognizant and nurtured by a life-giving spring
A gentle presence caresses leaves fervently breathing
Reaching toward heaven imbibing celestial blessing
Over her heart a talisman deciphers cryptic rune
Trees are endowments from beyond the moon
Without trees and grasses fostered by a star...
Planet Earth may inevitably mirror God of War!
***This is an expanded version of the previously posted
poem Cognizant Gems, now with a different title,
"Nature's Treasures"***
10/25/2022
6:20 P.M.
Aboard Rhapsody of the Seas
Limassol, Cyprus
An ancient oak has been cut down
Its leaves were always falling down
Its sin was being messy
An aged Weeping Fig on a paved parkway
Town Council all agreed it could not stay
Its sin was its roots that invaded the asphalt
A towering Maple that grew next door
Was also a victim of this war
Its sin - was growing too close to the house
The sins of trees are really sins of man.
Who planted them without a plan.
Contemplate these empty spaces and weep.
These places left where a tree once stood
Disturb a soul like nothing should.
Accommodate and let them live
Tail-Rhyme
A Tail-Rhyme (also known as a tailed-rhyme) is a type of poem that has a very specific structure. In short, the piece begin with either a couplet or a triplet of lines that consist of rhymed lines. This set of either a couplet or triplet is then followed by a "tail", which is a fourth line that does not rhyme with the couplet or triplet that preceded it. This tail line tends to be shorter in length than those lines within the couplet or triplet. This type of poetry can also be used with stanza, known as a tail-rhyme stanza, but in these pieces, all of the tail lines rhyme with each other.
All day rising smoke and stench, circling
Vultures flock the air
Waiting for machine groaning
From mound to mound to cease
Ahead of the incessant dogs.
Thoughts take black wings
Out of the yawning hole
Unfilled since the last mischief
A corpse unknown, exposed itself
I found the soil too toxic even for weed
And yet I had grown familiar
To that strange love, duplicitous
Like heat waves telling distant lies
To desert parched of tongue.
Nothing fills the hole
But gaping memories,
The sinister attitude of splintered reason
Pervading arguments pass the redundant season.
Landfills are tricky places to own
With a tart capacity for limited rehabilitation
It was irrevocable, my blind ambition
To grow a garden in soil gangrene with mold
Let pigs search for truffles there alone.
Love cannot bulldoze a level field
For friendship where no one yields.
To and fro the black wings
In the smoke drenched sky
Flutters
The subside in the mind cavernous.
Namibia is a beautiful extravagant nation
Home to the largest cheetah Population
Thanks to the cheetah conservation
A non profitable organization
Funded by a public donation
Our sole purpose is education
Research and wildlife protection
The aim is to uplift a generation
And lead them in a direction
Where they start looking at wildlife with a
different perception
This will take innovation
Hard work and dedication
To keep our objectives in motion
And slowly but surely achieve our mission
With pride , teamwork and passion
Being part of the cheetah conservation
You become a key solution
A daily motivation
And a life time inspiration
My personal suggestion
Is less talk more action
Improving communication
Spreading wildlife information
And finding the best accomodation
For cheetahs in any location
For those that contribute to our Vision
With sincere respect and appreciation
Thank you for your contribution
For my love, I woke up this
morning after having a reality
dream.
I got my thoughts together
knowing that taking you to the
bank to have you sign has a
beneficiary is the best thing to
do
Yes my love, I know your
looking at me as though Your in
disbelief. But you say why right
now? Why your only in your
40's. Are you trying to tell me
something mother ? Do you
need to tell me something? I
reply my love, NO you see I
had this dream which I thought
I was not dreaming. So much
financial things left undone so
therefore I decided to try and
make that reality dream not
become reality and not take life
for granted.
High Priests and Priestesses of Environmental Conservation
My comrades and I hereby present our observations
In light of runaway climate change and glacier-melt
That among our brothers and sisters is so keenly felt
We see no other course but to revert to our former ways
For if not, our future will soon dwindle to a matter of days...
Hence, we recommend retiring all motor-powered transportation
Returning to the trusty burro and steed for all our vehicular needs
A ban we must institute on all electric lights
Let us restore the wax candle to its rightful place in the night
Last, but not least, an immediate halt to all technological development
Returning to our native roots, to be one with Nature in envelopment
O, High Priests and Priestesses of Forward Thinking
Please accept our report ~ knowing that our window for change is shrinking
Let's reafforestate,
It is never too late,
Make an oxygen emitter,
An anti-plastic transmitter,
Atmosphere deranged,
Redress climate change,
Over to millenial brains,
Or we're all down the drain,
Some hi-tech savvy way,
Let's all start today!
Prickly Feet.
Along they scurried, with their prickly feet,
Across the grass, quick as a heartbeat,
Into a huddle, the pointed noses went,
For the meal, at her door, they assent.
Little grey noses, sniffing all around,
It was the dog's food, they had found.
To get there first, they did aspire,
Before Mr Fox came out of the mire!
Not many, of us left they thought,
But at this house, they had sought,
some kind food, through the winter,
It’s all they need, plus shelters of timber.
So a few days later back they came,
And now there were four at the door.
So the story ends on a happy note,
Conservation and hedgehogs get my vote.
The broccolis in the forest,
Which make air to breathe,
They show their green feathers
That stem out of their sheath.
Fruits in our appetizers
Fragrance from their flowers
They work for our best
In how they influence showers.
Although their help is immense
We still cut them down.
We burn them for our fireplaces
And they continue to frown.
Soil erodes from places
As floods come sweeping in.
If we don't use common sense
Our end will be seen.
As always has existed
There is a solution to this.
We shouldn’t cut them down
But should plant more of these.
We should treat them as our own
For they are kind and giving.
Let’s all get unified
To get the broccolis smiling.
On an Earth Day like today
I see a ray of light and sway.
I perceive a horizon that seeks
and speaks of health and happiness.
That pledges that the food we feast on,
and the water we drink are cheap and safe.
That safeguards that the air we breathe
and the goods we use are as harmless as possible.
On an Earth Day like today
I see a ray of light and sway.
I become wild with positivity and tenacity
when I see practices of rewilding and restoration.
The modest efforts to protect and respect local groups,
vulnerable wildlife and valuable ecosystems and species.
On an Earth Day like today, I plead for the people who seek
to slow the rate of global warming, pollution and deforestation.
I
dear human, will you make healthy honey for me?
gather what there is in wildflowers, weeds, "thy enemy,"
JUST DO IT. If not, will you save my habitat. Signed: a bee
II
dear self-important, Type A personality, man or woman:
eliminate mosquitoes. Maybe 4,000 a night, 175 million
I do that in just 4o years. If u can't, try bat-education#
NOTE:
A single bat could eat 175 million mosquitoes in its average 40-year life.
www.thebatbox.com
"One of them can eat up to 1,000 of the other every hour! That's 12,000 per night! 4.3 million per year, even in a non-Leap Year! Some bats can live for around 40 years, meaning a single animal can eat 175 million mosquitoes in its life, right?"
In the land of the inherently interesting,
I sit above and watch the vastness of this divine story.
Where spirits live in moving clay,
and the clouds above pregnant with anticipation,
and the green below our feet sings the beauty of a jealous lover.
Where the head rules the heart,
and love is for the dead...
and the rush is now succumbing to a deluded happy ending.
In the land of the inherently interesting,
I sit above and watch the effortlessness that goes into destroying it all.
I
recycling water
from sink to spinach, gourds, vines
bottled music, too
II
bubbling, gurgling sounds
strange calm, time stops -
ancient man smiles at spring