Best Environ Poems

Working Out Isn't Working Out

I used to like barbells, enjoyed pumping iron,
   my Nautilus* gym was one happy environ.
Those posters of 6-packs and marbled biceps
   inspired me to start counting carbs, pounds, and reps.

My trainer would coax, "hold as long as you can!"
   Doing deadlifts I felt like a WAS a dead man
The kettlebell, medicine ball - hated those,
   since dropping 'em both on my poor little toes.

My dad-bod and willpower soon parted ways,
   after only 1 set, I was shell-shocked for days
My back hurt, my knees ached, I'd injured my hips,
   after grimacing nonstop, I'd sprained both my lips.


Oy! The sharp pain that shoots
through my quads, delts and glutes...
Now my game plan is shifting
no more power lifting.
To planks, it's "no thanks", 
I'm expunging all lunging.
I feel stabs in my abs, 
there's a hex on my pecs
and my lats shriek like bats.
When I tweak my oblique
I am sore to the core...
and I want it no more.


The rowing machine is no longer my scene
   I loathe those squats lots and I hate crunches bunches.
Do sit-ups or push-ups? Do jump-ups or chin-ups?
   I'm more inclined now to do lots of "I-give-ups".

My doc tried convincing me I'd be less tired?
   I'm questioning how that poor man's brain is wired!
I felt half exhausted just WATCHING staff clean
   the ellipticals, treadmills, and stair-climb machine.

Then... I found when I stood on the locker room scale 
   That my plan to lose weight was a sad epic fail!
I'm done! I have finished my very last burpee -
   I just want a hot dog and super-size Slurpee.
What happened to wanting to feel fit and well?
   When it came to workouts, I was just a dumbbell.

I've resolved now to walk more, or swim a few laps 
   maybe jog, ride my bike, play some tennis, take naps.
That's right, getting plenty of rest seems so plain,  
   it appears the most challenging muscle to train ...
   is the brain.

* Nautilus is a brand of gym equipment 

written 2 Oct 2022

New Stuff of Earth

Poisonous air streams down
As plastic-laden waters choke
Fishes and  Universal Motion's glow ...
So much has changed through time,
I wail against slow death of UV skin,
while plundered Mother Earth rakes
in her once fertile womb...
yet indifferent hearts care not,
incensed by greed and unrecyled junk.

O children listen; build a new earth, 
Let your palms turn soil into a fertile bed;
And allow the forest to stand tall, uncut
By gifting them with a  cleaner environ;
That each gracious deed will find blessings
Copious from heavenly skies.
Until each hour breathes through 
A fragrance of one taintless expanse, blue.

This wide universe is our home,
Our manna of fields for every mouth,
And pure rain cooling quiet nightfall
With daylight's  pattern soothing din;
To hail nature, may it never come to an end

As Spirit's Love refills our dreams! 



Thomas Martin's STUFF
6/19/2015

My Awakening Dreams

Women come and go in my dreams,
Young, not so young and quite young,
But the trouble is,
They are formless,
Tempting, enticing, seductive.
The dreams make it difficult,
To see their eyes, teeth and lips,
What colour is their skin,
What size is their bosom.
They look at me
With the alluring-eyes
But I know quite well
They are there with their guiles.
Still I try to reach them
With my arms to environ.
They try to stop me with tight fists
But ready to receive me inside.

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July 31, 2005
Form: Free verse

When Nature Moans

Of late, nature moans  inside a scraped womb
As her lush environ   FLOUNDERS    breaks  out…
Played  like a trusting  NEOPHYTE from woods  to  rivers
She endures the BOMBAST of dirt through man’s crimes:

Awaiting kindness …amends remain undone
While  LECHEROUS  deeds persist without guilt,  why, why?
More wrongs ravage innocent fish  and flora 
Infecting her very marrow, to drain away.

Loot, SMOLDER, rip a body !  Time runs out.
Mother Earth answers through bloodied jolts…
By will of PROVIDENCE, she whips a  storm without INHIBITION
Halting indifference, her fire scalds air’s layers,
A  battle citizens  might grow DOLOROUS  over--
Until her soul is nourished back,  till she moans no more.



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Eight Word Free Verse Challenge
For John Hamilton’s Contest     6/13/2019

Mystery Castle

Written: February 22, 2024
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Tall mountain silhouette against the sky,
A rocky wall frames an eerie castle nearby.
People hide enigmas within that fortress,
There is something there that may thwart us.

It roams the tombs, scaring locals by night,
They say it's a sin that won't ever deem daylight.
The story goes that the fort gates were all aglow,
Once, a lord and his bride built it on a hill below.

Castle walls hosted events and grand balls,
During an ecstatic moment, a baby befalls.
The baron will have a son to carry his legacy,
A coming baby boy filled the castle with glee.

After profuse labor, things went awry for the lady,
Many claim what was born that day was shady.
The baron closed the castle for balls and feasts,
The item born in the castle seems like a beast.

Years of seclusion in the fort doomed the baron,
The stink of rotting bodies found in the environ.
With time, the fort's beast grew, fearing man sight,
Evil beast leave the fort to wreak havoc at night.

Kaleidoscopic Charm

                Butterflies fluttering

                 in the flowery field.

                 Nice cluster of blossoms !

                Charm in glamour to yield.
       
                Colourful environ :
 
                ‘Kaleidoscopic guild’.

Reggae Me

Lively interludes of myself, 
this I  ask of you--
synthesize the main pieces of my own music
those beats of rhythm, 
the low and high notes
that resound in my heart 
and hum the symphony of my 
spirit--
fly, my reggae tunes and primal melodies
release the Marley tempo
invite me once again and again
to welcome the environ;
to harvest life's juicy choral pulp!


Favorite Music Type Contest 
For Nayda Ivette Negron
9 Oct 2015

Horses Shall Be Back

Horses are in oblivion 
     Preferred man-friendly animal since evolution 
     Today, bit lost in mechanised, chip oriented revolution 

Important weapon in Bronze Age ancient wars 
Utilised by ancestors as domestic transporter 
But now restricted to official events splendour
And few sporting events, races, competitive glamour
And royal weddings, yoked to adorned buggies grandeur  

Horses shall be back in recognition
     With rising global warming concern 
     With Oil prices not expected to lessen

Antiquated horse carts demand shall be of high order
Benefits galore, herbivorous help sustaining on grass fodder 
350 degree excellent day-night vision, energy reservoir 
Capable of resting in short naps in standing posture
Horseshoe, saddle, bridle, rein only accessories major

Horse carts with no carbon emissions 
Saddle, hooves sans honking and pollution 
No ignition, start-up fuel consumption 
No requirement of spark plugs, engine oil can 
No seat belts, air bags for protection 

Man put blinders on horse for concentration
But are themselves blinded by mad race of globalisation, liberalisation
Man need to put the blinders on self–consumption
Be judicious, avoid ostentation to keep in check carbon emissions
Switch to horse cart, use killer vehicle only in emergent situation   

Today horses are oblivion
       If ignored concerns for eco-friendly environ  
       Tomorrow mankind could be in oblivion     

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By Hitendra Mehta
May 2011

For Members contest – Eco-friendly Vehicle by Robb A.Kopp

Imperiled Environ

From Then To Beyond

Few years ago, I drifted on a wetland
swiveling through the  pewter of evening
as contours of stately herons unfolded,
velvety the feathers white  and ablaze
by clear Asian ripples of before.

Yet, from a visit today,  my eyes follow them
along weeds..their poses now limp from a gray night
through rows of frail blossoms...now,  these egrets
fumble along a marsh looking old;  wobbled feet
throttling slow upon those once radiant plumes.

In quiet reflection, I imagine these birds' plight
amidst nature's environ with a future unknown...
How I weep for these heron's destination beyond
soiled grasses as I wrap my fingers in  prayer,
relishing this instance where I gaze at an
avian beauty, wondrously aging inside my eyes.




Past, Present, Future Contest 
For Nayda Ivette Negron  11/23/2016

Blame It On the Money

Look at our daughters
They now show no ill in laying with men old as their fathers
Look at our sons
Nothing is holding them back from scamming the green people with their bad brain and laptops

Look at our mothers, fathers, the young men and alike; women,
They now have no time for their own children,
Everyone is too busy searching for just one thing,
And that is known as MONEY!

Why will a lady lay with a dog?
Or why’ll she prefer to be known in the environ as a hog?
Is it not just for one thing?
They choose to sell their body? 

Why will a schooler choose to become a drop-out with no good passion?
But he’s trying to boycott hardships and hardwork
He’ll just join the bad gang
And will receive money off stealing from the innocent man

He’ll swerve off money from the fleeceable parents
And to all their good, he’ll put an end
He’s not retarded
He just wants the wealth; in anyway it comes and at whatsoever cost, he cares less!

Blame it on the money,
What is ours is now owning us,
And we still show no remorse,
As even today, some of your sons and daughters are still singing this MONEY SONG!

©Emmiasky Ojex

Contentious Kindness

Anger and kindness reach for richly polar opposition.
So, can I have any more perfect anger
than I have perfect kindness?
Rumi claims that anger reposes during kindness,
but sleep is not death,
while kindness anxiously awaits
during times of quick vexation,
deeply entrenched resentment and hurt
and fear of pathological repetition
of loss and pain.

Suffering wrestles between these two.
Suffering with grows kindness,
while suffering against grows angry.

Most of life plays out somewhere between
our competitive and cooperative intent
and suffering
mentoring co-redemptive intent,
regenerative practices,
comprehensive polycultural and multisystemic karmic grace 
of ecojustice,
therapeutic co-arising diapraxis.

No pain, no gain;
No gain, restrain,
retrain.

We redeem as we harvest
what we plant
in fertile compost
and toxic salt of dispossessive tears
and laughter at those we've left behind and out;
those and that nature we thought we could possess,
own, enslave, use, abuse, victimize, ignore, neglect,
commodify.

Sowing life with Self,
and Other,
in and on Earth's cooperative kindness
and challenging unkindness,
or planting angry monocultural competitive weeds,
and usually some of both,
self-righteous flashy egojustice
and ecotherapeutically peaceful mindfulness
within Beloved Polycultural EarthTribe's formative
normative co-intelligence,
reasons for all four seasons.

Kindness intends to suffer with,
and not against,
to reconnect our DNA memory--
we are a regeneratively co-evolving
deep-ecorooting bicultural Tree of Life,
growing both up and out Yang,
and down and internally landscaping
Yin-Yin ecologic
as Win-Win ecojustice Cooperative Gaming Theory,
rooting our reverse-hierarchical cooperative
and information network
all the way in and through our (0)-soul double-elliptical
Universal Synergetics Prime ReGenesis Project System
of fractal-holonic Design, Community and Communication Development,
Economic Development as Eco-logical and Environ-mental
Continuous Well-Being Improvement.

Kindness suffers with eco-injustice anger;
anger suffers against ecotherapeutic justice.

Oh! My Valentine

Lo! What a fine day it is
All the creatures are basking in bliss.

The sunlight has found his essence in the rippling river
Look the way it flows and dance,
Gleaming and singing passionately by making her voice quiver.

Listen! To the buzz of the honey bees,
The Queen has found her mate and the drones, environ them and relish,
Outshine them with golden grains of pollen and scatter nectar all the way for a 
royal retread.


Listen! To the breeze cool, calm and composed
Murmuring in its own way, some song for you and me,
heralding the onset of the day of love, which I possess for thou my beloved.
Watch! The leaves are shaking and the flowers pouring upon us from that 
teasing tree.

The birds in couples, like cupid stricken,
are flying in harmony, high under the shy sky.

It’s the ambience of love my valentine
And with thy charm and gaze, thrice its size blooms the eglantine.

Let’s inherit all the love of earth, sky and water
And make a dazzling dwelling made solely of love, which amongst all gems 
shine and glitter.

Human Nature

As little child walked in the field of flowers,
  Picking and smelling them as she grows,
  The pervading air fragrance of Guava
  The majestic mellow Mangoes too in wet season,
  The atmosphere of green garden eggs,
  Caressing melody of crunchy carrots cracker,
  The hidden colours of pineapples,
  Bulb of yellow oranges lighted the line green trees,
  Would be in season all year, including rags to
  riches filling Maize
  And pods shelled nourishing beans,
  Surging umbrella leaves of papaya,
  Shallow rooted coco-yam,the variegated
  lettuce that brightens everyday,
  With the crowded bananas are growing everyday,
  But now,they are in wet tins and dry cartons
  For that very busy mankind.

  The landscapes within are beautifully measureless,
  The Jacaranda and Tamarind trees had cast
  Their shadows on the plain, and not forgetting,
  The Silk-cottons and the wilderness of palm fruits
  That grow tall and sure,
  And under them we played cracking out nuts and
  eating them,
  But now, elevated long balcony, we have
  That you stand and weep of the passing phases.
 
  The sepulcher we all grew up in,
  Might not be the same dungeon now,
  And the cradle you are born in
  Could well be the same abode now,
  Thatched roof has given birth
  To corrugated reflections,
  Likewise the fragile asbestos fight for space with  concretizing flat,
  The mud debris has turned to bricks and plaster erect;
  New galaxies of dwelling and scattered
  About in a festival of designs;
  Some are like an octagonal
  A cone, a triangle  and spec angular façade yet unseen;
  All glasses, cupped and straight down
  Like the eccentric mansions in heaven,
 
  The spec tropic clime had turned suddenly,
  The wind blows and smell of change,
  The sun blaze down on man and space and warned,
  Of great consequent yet in the
  Outer-atmosphere would burst,
  As we are cuddly  warm
  The poles wildly discharged their zillion captured
  Water in a spasm of deluge right upon us…I think,
  Like urchins, we fumble forgetting the next hour,
  But what would happen is  nature’s raison d’etre;
  Man and his environ scope both have shibboleth gone pathways
  And fast we are turning into artificial humankind.

Honoring Global Oneness

In this  now troubled world, man’s hope falls,
as dire need for peace  remains unsettled
even besieged:  and awakening voices roar,
to soothe nights of delirium,  of alarm…
While I ,  a mere mortal among all races
flame my hands, writing about indigent children,
terrorism, heinous crimes which scar beings---
beyond these, my heart weeps when egregious
plunder of nature inflicts the environ!

Though nations mediate, the obtuse reasoning
of leaders consecrate their holy gifts as ego
those masks guileful as puppetry to obscure avarice…
For the deepening of collective oneness resides 
in a delicate yet brave spirit, perhaps unseen--
faith’s light enkindling this hunger for unity 
maybe,  laying global discord to rest.



8/30/2019
For John Hamilton's Eight word challenge 9  Contest