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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 silvery 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
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2013
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POINTING TO THE PROBLEMS
{Bivouacs}
Beat down with legal fees
Tied up with taxes;
Tripped up with mortgages;
Ripped off with student loans
Insulted with insurance
Telephone updates.
Out of date opts,
New upgrade rates;
Food on the down-low
Carrots in the closet;
Conjugating with fake rice.
Plastic cabbage, inedible corn.
Tomatoes with fish dung
Water with lead, flatulent cows
Polluting the air.
Carbon emission:
Beyond the stratosphere:
Halliburton and agent orange.
Nuclear explosion -radiation;
Devastating the atmosphere.
I can’t explain, with no
nutrients to the brain.
No minerals to the lungs n heart.
Contaminated nation;
Sheer contamination.
Is it too late, to rise above the hate?
Tired n Devastated, tried elevation.
Tried to immunize, and fine tune
My body to this new moon.
With herbs n mushrooms.
Sun Hot, Global Scorching...
Illuminati wants hearts,
and good body parts.
Neanderthals,running back to their caves
Underground bunkers, where they’ll be safe…
Americans dangling off bridges with knapsacks;
Flimsy structures and Bivouacs
No air, no food, no heat,
Not even water safe to drink.
Like Dinosaurs and bees, fast becoming extinct.
I can’t even think, with no nutrients to the brain.
No minerals to fortify lungs n heart.
Contaminated nation,
Sheer contamination.
With nowhere to run;
What do you think should be done?
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2017
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Oh white wave
Mistress of the sea,
And you, bright fame
Of the island;
Together you teach
The one who is like God;
A heavenly flower
That blooms with your touch.
Protected under the
Wings of constancy
Rejoice, for your
Grandmother is a Pearl;
Cloaked in iridescent white,
Layers upon layers,
She shines in her
Wealth of wisdom.
Connie Marcum Wong
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2013
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Colored wildflowers form
In fields of grassy green
They don’t recall, the day they were born
They only love to be seen.
In fields of grassy green
They claim their place in life
They only love to be seen
Though they are, scarred by strife.
They claim their place in life
They beautify the land
Though they are, scarred by strife
They’re placed by Gods’ own hand.
They beautify the land
Like colors on a palette
They’re placed by Gods’ own hand
They couldn’t grow without it.
Like colors on a palette
They blend well in a field
They couldn’t grow without it
At home there, they can feel.
They blend well in a field
Wildflowers that are born
At home there, they can feel
Colored wildflowers form.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014
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Another day
Another memory fades
Le jardin que toujours existe
Has disappeared, disparu
An army of 40,000 destroyed
All that my childhood held dear
They arrive in planes and limos
Coal fired three piece suits
They lectured the poor
They sold platitudes like souvenirs
They had Trudeau promise all and yet nothing at all
They had the press, polluting just as the rest
Paris 2015
The grandest of caviar conferences
Performing Eco terrorism in front of your very eyes
You all applaud when in fact you should all cry
They will tax you until you die
As you breathe the fumes of their failures
They are the magicians of false hope
Singing to the masses of global complacency
I will not dance or sing
This clown as left the ring
The carbon you all hate keeps seeping in
The cows and goats feel is no sin !
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015
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Redeem flame and fuel
of Climax Communities
perpetuating
Redeem light and warmth
my Climax Inclusiveness
regenerating
Redeem fire and heat
our Climax Earth-Maintenance
recreating NOW
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015
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Cold
winds blow,
fall ends and
winter begins.
Hibernating bulbs
will softly sleep
until the
next spring
thaw.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014
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I am a rock; earth, air, fire and water;
a child of the elements.
I grow and erode;
my greatest strength is stillness;
my voice, the silence.
I am a tree, a child of the elements.
I grow and decay;
shedding leaves and bark.
My voice is a whisper;
my strength is the stillness;
though I bow to the winds.
Immobile am I; a conundrum of nature.
I am a mountain; a child of the elements.
I grow and erode, by layers.
my strength is the stillness;
My purpose is a home for rock, tree and beast.
I am a human, a child of the elements.
I grow and decay like everything else.
My voice is a gift;
my strength is the still silence,
where I rarely go.
Haphazardly, I run amok;
relying too much on things I create,
instead of my silent strength.
My greed crushes the rocks;
destroys the trees;.
My ego dynamites the mountains;
poisons the water and air.
Because of me, the earth and her children, suffer.
Wallowing in my greed and ignorance;
my siblings of the elements, are dispensable.
I am a human, a child of the elements.
I destroy because I ignore,
the still silence; my strength.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014
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Man's made sky.
The sky's known beginning and unknown ending.
I look to the sky because I'm interested about the unknown.
I should look to the sky for answers I all ready know.
Sometimes I find myself giving the sky a quick gaze.
Then three hours later, find myself in a complete confused daze.
Is this caused from my interest about the unknown.
Or by subconsciously soul searching for answers I all ready know.
The adventurous flow of the sky brings me much needed hope.
Especially when man has the world headed towards a down spiral slope.
Sometimes while focused on the sky, in some type of trance like steer.
All I can feel, is its man's created fear.
Thoughts of how it was once so pure and how now oil based waters brings no cure.
Man's made sky.
the sky's known beginning and unknown ending.
American Ocean Billy's ( black gold that is ) 6-3-2010
Copyright © Tony Driskell | Year Posted 2014
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The people of the state oppressed
should have a referdum by rights
God given unto them by speech
words draws the sword
To back anything worth considering
on this issue with the pros and cons
highlighted truth a must
Leaving nowhere for a reason to worry
exposing side affects
unto the genetic code nothing hidden
as this is an elitist group
Formed by bankers funding
Trying to muscle into world trade
with gmo foods and steroid filled beef
with ill regards to human fatalities
as money is the only agenda
That knows no status or good will
on the table that drives their engine forward
before health is taken into consideration
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016
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Where are you, Nessie?
You, have lived so long,
an eternal legend…
Neptune’s companion.
Have humans murdered you?
Has oil’s black-death,
slick suffocated you?
Perhaps Fukushima’s burn,
has scorched your scales or
completely, nuked you?
Oceans of man-made chemicals,
frack-cracked earth may have fried you,
as you swam, unsuspecting.
Toxic, boiling waters,
are no way to die.
Such a death,
lacks the dignity deserved,
by a millennia-old soul.
Where are you, Nessie?
Perhaps your wisdom,
Could save us all…
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2017
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we love the world, so we make it our own
but nothing about the way the people live
leaves the creatures alone
we live so bold
"Dig around here for gold!"
it used to be so cold
"Preserve the bad; kill the old!"
hey, what's really good here?
we say we love it, but it disappears
Venus and Mars scold the smoke
that they see rising from the atmosphere
hey, i heard the voice of the bird
she said her children never lived to see
the way the trees turn into streets of homes
the way the ice turns into water catacombs
the pesticides spray out her sad silent cries
with oil blood and chemical tears
an act of genocide
the skyscrapers are really scraping the sky
leaving wounds in her pure outer skin
and soon she'll bleed out and die
hey, what's really good here?
we want to thrive, but will we even survive?
rats and foxes are now biohazards
the pulled-out roots are bloodshot veins in her eyes
hey, i heard the voice of the bird
she said her children were trapped in plastic like chains
it cut their throats; they could no longer sing songs
destroyed art isn't art when it's gone
hey, what's really good here?
we poach tigers just for the sick pleasure
we blow up homes just to build our own
we give birth to murderers
"Kill two birds with one stone!"
--when you say, "we live here," say it collectively, because she's their Terra just as much as she is ours
Copyright © Ashlea Senft | Year Posted 2017
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Earth,fire,water and wind
Earth is a planet where I call home,
To live each day,free to roam.
Fire is what we need to stay warm,
The fiery embers are put out by a storm.
Water is what we need to live day by day,
Without it,we would die and just fade away.
Wind is the air that moves our long flowing hair,
Wind is a breath that we take in with clean fresh air.
Earth,fire,water and wind is the elements that we need to survive,
Place to put your feet,warmth,drink,breathe to stay alive.
The elements of the planet is a soul keeper of human kind,
To be able to survive with all four combined.
Copyright © susan simpkins | Year Posted 2013
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Oh giver of life, you glorious Sun,
You instinctively know what must be done.
I bask in your warmth to gain energy;
Marvel how you raise up each plant and tree.
You, gracious Moon ever watchful at night
Even aware when your eye is closed tight.
You sway our emotions, also the sea;
Cause turmoil at times or tranquility.
I love you Earth and all of your creatures.
There's joy in knowing you are our teachers.
I will, to treat you with respect and care
And pray that the world will become aware
When we poison you, we poison us too.
Keeping you balanced will grow life anew.
We are blessed with Earth, sea, wind and fire;
Ether, divine, our longing desire
Helps us to treasure our blessings on Earth
And love that's bestowed when given our birth.
So embrace loyal Sun and moody Moon
As sweet Nature sings her loveliest tune.
© Connie Marcum Wong
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When I was eight
I knew Paradise could not be merely secular humane
and yet be justly and omnipotently divine,
when a Great Horned Owl
breathed her last sacred breath toward me,
left alone
while she flew away
to where I would thinly follow
in my robust adult time.
It took me eight cycles of octave eight
to realize why
Paradise must include multiculturing nests for fowl
and ecopolitically cooperative seas for fish
and surf's bilateral co-gravity
eco-measuring timeless here and now eternity.
Because a monocultural Paradise
would be polypathically oxymoronic,
an economically and nutritionally ridiculous metaphysical paradigm,
not ecologically sustainable,
not even basic harmonic balance
because not multiculturally
and polypathically healthy intelligence
of regenerative/degenerative ecopolitical design.
Everybody knows that Heaven
begins and ends in an organically holistic Earth Garden,
with zero-balanced degenerative waste stream,
yes?
So how does denying our climate
and Earthscape wasting pathologies
help us become the ReForesting Paradise
we might cooperatively become
through healing these dissonant
decaying anomalies
together?
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
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Earth
feel the earth run through your fingers
smell the freshness of a rainy morning
smell the tantalizing flowers
see the beauty that surrounds you.
Water
feel the coldness of water upon your skin
earth drinks in the freshness
water cleanses herself
sustains all of life
Wind
feel the north wind blow upon your face
see it whip the snow or ocean's waves
see birds flying in the currents
Or feel it blow through your hair
Fire
feel the fire in your veins as you look at beauty
see the ring of fire that surrounds the planet
feel her heat beneath your feet
she is the fire that burns inside
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2013
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(Earth Day, 2014)
New life emerges;
Seasons change...
fragile Earth survives another day...
We scan our universe for origins
(and endings), extending vision
ever farther, reaching for utmost limits...
So much to learn --
trial and error, trial and error
(preponderance of error)...
and new life emerges.
Fragile Earth
survives another day.
Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore | Year Posted 2014
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Oh ye ruthless hearts,
scoundrel is thy name.
For you have taken all there is
and left nothing more to claim.
What sick mind, and what sick deeds
did you follow down this track-?
No man,no God,nor creature made
instinctively,takes more
than what he needs.
Unless he willing be- to pay,
the ultimate price of greed.
How senseless, how callous,
for you to deplete us empty,
As mother nature you have robbed
the ability to replenish our plenty.
Gluttony pumps your stone cold blood-
Agony shall be your just reward-
Even a dog would understand the
laws that nature does command.
But you seem to be hell bent -
On making our God a Liar.
What is this unrighteous cause
to which you wholeheartedly aspire?
This will be the death of you,
and you'll torment in the fire.
Oh ye ruthless heart,
scoundrel be your name.
For you have hasten backward steps.
against what God has proclaimed.
Sinking in the quickening sand
You witness the suffering with your eyes:
Yet you call yourself a man.
Disaster, much of which you've caused,
and still you feel no shame.
Oh ye ruthless and inhumane
Monsanto be thy name.
We who love life protest;
Yet you stand,unmoved,unconcerned,
and your actions remain unchanged
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2014
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Land, sky and sea, sing their songs.
Land sings of rich soil, for growing seeds;
as the silvery sea,
sounds its gurgling waters.
It sings a medley to the blue
And cloud-puffed sky.
I lend my ears to that cloud-puffed sky;
listening to its songs.
At first, it makes me feel blue,
but joy quickly fills my heart-seed;
fed by spiritual rain-waters;
that ride the winds from the heavenly seas.
The wondrous, singing sea,
sings back to sky
and I enjoy the waters;
singing those sweet songs,
to the seeds in the soil and to seeds
like me, who get the blues.
As the sky of blue,
sings to the seas
and my seeds;
they stretch leaves to sky
and its wonderful song
intermingles, with that of the waters.
All seeds need water,
to relieve their thirst-blues.
I hum along with the songs,
that ride my souls seas
as they crescendo with heavenly sky’s;
to quench the thirst, of all Gods seeds.
I am a proud seed;
I drink spirit’s waters;
am nourished by Heaven’s sky,
of sacred blue
and silvery seas.
I am grateful for those songs.
I listen to the songs, that nourish all of God’s seeds.
I thank the Earth and seas for their generous, cleansing waters.
No longer do I feel blue and like my plants; I am also grateful to the Heavenly sky.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014
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swishwhirling
sand burns on the skin but you
find relief nearby
Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013
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What is truth's pure golden nugget?
A debt-free real balanced budget!
The concept is known
But history has shown
Great figures know how to fudge it
Author's note: The right wing wants to pilfer nature's bounty and destroy the natural balance to make us rich because god says it's OK. The left wing wants to do the same--only more slowly and without god. In the end, capitalistic greed is the real evil because it is taking us to a critical point of no return. We really need to stop using smoke and mirrors and do an honest accounting.
Copyright © Duke Beaufort | Year Posted 2013
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Burning fire,
And solid rock,
Gas fuming,
Shooting and so hot,
Twinkling, I'm not.
I'm bursting flames,
of high degrees,
Moving clouds of methane,
And cold breeze.
Bluer that Earth's cloudless skies,
Questionable living,
And countless why's.
Theories,
And wonders of my atmosphere,
Millions and billions of years,
Hundreds and thousands of orbits I've witnessed,
Like wood rings of living oak,
My burning gases,
That'll never smoke,
I AM UNIVERSE!
Copyright © Whitley Fields | Year Posted 2014
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A woodland walk through
the pine trees, guided by windy breeze.
Lungs filled with a fresh pine needle
scent. As I walk among the trees
I feel free from any torment. A giant
Oak tree standing alone, watcher of the
forest listening out for threats moans
and groans. A carpet of White is in sight
what pure delight, yet not a snow flake in
sight. Snowdrops so beautiful upon the
woodland floor, we don't need to ask for
anything more. With Mother nature being
so generous with her displays, a touch of
colour is all it takes. Like falling autumn
leaves red orange and yellow, what an exquisite
falling medley.
Copyright © Andy Craig | Year Posted 2013
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Natural wonders,
tremendous natural
structures.
The white
cliffs of Dover to the
Grand Canyon in
Arizona.
From the
slopes of the Alps to
the Himalayas peaks.
What magnificent feats.
We marvel over these
landscapes, astonishing
creations.
Will wonders
never cease, we have
yet to look beneath
the seas.
Take in the truly
amazing feat, the
exquisite abundance of
the Great Barrier Reef.
Copyright © Andy Craig | Year Posted 2014
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Earth Day has come again this year, and gone
And hardly anyone has seemed to care.
Earth has provided well for us so long.
We do not realize our Earth is rare.
When Rachel Carson’s warnings were not heard
It was the scarce and wild that paid the price.
As one by one they vanished from the Earth,
We wished that we had heeded her advice.
But greedy man does not sorrow for long
For anything that does not bring him wealth.
Continues he to poison fertile ground
Until it takes a toll on his own health.
The cities’ air is hardly fit to breath
From all the smut we have sent into it.
Oil spills and wastes have our pure waters spoiled.
We know on some sad day we shall rue it.
The winds and rains have tried to cleanse the lands
By doubling and combining their vast powers.
When they have carried man’s sins all away.
They’ll calm to breezes and to gentle showers.
Written 5/2/13 Iambic penameter if in the last stanza showers and powers are each pronounced as one syllable.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2013
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