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A product of my Environment by JAVED, HASAN
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TO THE FLOWER

TO THE FLOWER Your scent beckoned my weeping heart to painless flight; amidst a garden where God dusts His pretty love. Spring tints are pure and fragrant, free of guilt Your hues painted another sunrise for my eyes; when once I failed to catch the pledge of morn. A seed of hope was born to white petals blush. Though there are silhouettes of bitter yesterdays must all the phantoms of illusions fade and leave...? Your floating aroma stirred and shot my nerves; inspiring a nightingale to sing some joyous laments; It swayed with grace to dance on wind's despotic beat. among the rustling leaves which hug the earth below; So like the sun, which from distant horizon smiles; it roused the sleepy world to begin the pen of baby prose. The unfolding mystery of your petals brought my bewildered mind to peacock's reflection. Alas! All was transient. These eyes probe beneath but were blinded by the intrusion of some stray shine; Ambitions which from afar are building sprout; t'is that which let this self to irksome doubt. Lovely blossom of the wild, this sojourner nigh to tame your perfume's sweet stinging scent. A restless soul by some wicked, destiny pokes; someone called--- but pity, I couldn't tell a note. If by magic, a butterfly I could become; Let it be over my being slowly span. Then with you (though the specters in our midst are fierce), I could jet fly though miseries without fear. But am just a mortal of faith that blows this wish for only covenants call for my journey still? I cannot be forever the one who would share your sweetness; (Harken, fairies of blooms, this wilderness is not my lair.) I shall not want to witness you wilt as no time left to stay. Never again will you see me at day-break's bloom, save something special for others to experience you. This fleeting apparition I so adored; promised me burgeoning petals. "Be not afraid as seasons change, beyond today, I won't be here to see that no harm be done with all intentions to your sacred charm. As today, I leave you to Mother's Nature tender care, for I must go to some greater musing-- heaven's ground. Wilt not, as soon the rain will dash, refreshing you my dear. If I return someday-- will your sublime scent still be here?" __________________________________________________________ Your Best Poem - Poetry Contest Sponsor Shadow Hamilton ~~3rd place~~ Free Verse, Prose Poetry, haibun - Poetry Contest Sponsor Debbie Guzzi ~~2nd Place~~ POEM OF THE DAY: October 21, 2015 Inspired by Susan Seddon Boulet's painting: -----http://media-cache-cd0.pinimg.com/236x/1d/c4/37/1dc437f88c0cfb2fbcc9333bd35bb8c3.jpg ©Olive Eloisa Guillermo October 20, 2014, 10:19 pm


Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2014

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Lifes Simplicity Maintained

You were born in a specialist clinic I was born at the front door of my house we both came into this world and survived. You’ve been eating foreign cuisines and expensive delicacies I’ve been taking porridge and traditional soups we both have grown and are a significant part of the society. You go to school in Jeeps and exotic vehicles I use public transport and finish it up with a walk we both went to learning institutions and acquired knowledge. You roll with the high and mighty and get a super model married I’m surrounded by the middle class and marries one never will be in Wikipedia we both are active in the food chain and wonderfully living our lives. You become a CEO or rather own a firm I get employed by you to run your empire we both sure need each other to function and drive. Gold and Diamonds will decorate the casket of your funeral mine may not even be worthy of a coffin, just a plain box we’ll nevertheless be dead and our chapter closed without preference. It is only a pathology when the eye gets larger than its socket, comparison cuts the muscles of esteem and gives greed a new suit, making simplicity a very complex attribute to attain and a life full of complexities a better friend to existence. Life is simple, we just make it complicated. A civil servant wants to live at par with a tycoon allowing his throat tie down the strength of his hands. Every destination has different roads, be it the highway or a rocky path. Take the one within your speed limit, the timing may show some reaching before or better than others but the most important thing is, the destination reached as achievement is decorated while life stay simple.


Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015



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Guess Who

~It's a Beautiful Day~

Under every star, 
A smile waltz-like no other
Once a simple cherry blossom girl, 
enjoying puppets and lullabies.
Sitting in front of the screen
Anxiously waiting for him to come in
through the front door, whistling a song, 
trading a suit jacket, for a zippered sweater;
made with love. ---My day just got better---

   ***It's a beautiful day***
In a charming little town square 
A servant, serving a friendly atmosphere
Welcome to the land of make-believe, 
where all my friends are real.
Here comes the speedy delivery 
Mr. McFeely and his letters.
Prancing puppet skin in love with
Beautiful Lady Aberlin.
Henrietta, a mighty and feisty pussycat
My favorite strings are the king and queen
Before the show ends, Trolley's a friend
tooting around from make-believe to reality.
   ***It's was a beautiful day***
Oh the innocence of my childhood, 
       My neighborhood is gone

By: PD


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2016

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'BEACH BUDDIES' COLLECT 'STUFF' - FOR CONTEST

Twice a month on our tiny little Isle A group of heroes go that extra mile Wearing protective clothing they clean the beach Removing vast amounts of rubbish within their reach Plastic bottles, fast food containers and tins Items tossed away so thoughtlessly – it’s a sin So many marine animals can get tangled in discarded plastic They need our protection, or the results could be very drastic Hundreds of bin bags of rubbish are removed from our beach Restoring them to beauty, now they are as pretty as a peach Volunteers work tirelessly with amazing solidarity To help ‘Beach Buddies’ which is a registered charity Contest: Stuff Thomas Martin 10th June 2015


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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Earth Day

~Planet of the apes~

Ape should inherit the world
Perhaps  --maybe, just maybe!
Earth has a chance 


~*~


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2015

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What the Eyes Cannot See


Kyoko walks alone in the morning tide, 
comforted for a fleeting moment by salty air.
She feels the same sand between her toes 
as when she was a barefoot little girl, in a time
she felt safe, when the eyes of her mother protected her 
like a suit of armor - before the mighty wall of water, 
the “harbor wave”, towered over her village 
near Fukushima, washing her happy childhood away. 
Her dear mother, her security, her everything
never came home that day. 

Many months later, her father, a local fisherman, 
has lost his ability to cry, laugh or tell her why.
His silent eyes, cold as frost, are dead 
like the poisoned fish he nets every morning. 
In many ways, Kyoko lost both of her parents 
on that haunting day - forced to grow up long before 
the water receded, before the nuclear leak, 
before this new, austere existence.

Night deepens the despair. She is loneliest 
when darkness invades. She prays for the crickets 
return. They no longer sing her to sleep, and the stars
have faded, no longer shining through her open window.
Even the grasshoppers have died…
from restless sleep, night calls her to the mirror 
to find her mother’s dark eyes staring back at her – 
a curse she hopes will one day become a blessing,
a hope that one day her father will look at her again...

With tomorrow, her greatest burden will return. 
She will wake along side the broken-winged butterfly
with her duties in mind. Then, she’ll wear her stoic face 
to the marketplace. Father says he will soon lose 
his fishing boat. She has heard visitors from the city say 
only a fool would eat the fish from nearby waters, 
the same fish she fries most every day. No one knows
the global impact, they say. She hears foreign words
like radiation, disease and mutation while she sells 
the shiso and wasabi root from their garden stand,
feeling fear she does not fully understand but one day will.
She only knows how to survive today…


For Debbie Guzzi's Global Poetry Contest, 11/19/14      


Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2014

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IN THE MEADOWS IS MY DREAM

IN THE MEADOWS IS MY DREAM Strolling, strolling we are in the meadow: airy and green where asters, dahlias, nod and wink passing their green With him by my side, the hours of dread and fear are gone His blue eyes speak: "we're a match in heaven, always green" Dandelion heads float like little parachutes while we walk, he spinning me round and round in the carpet of golds and green Eyes to eyes meet, no more words from A to Z, we need not speak for our heartbeats duet in vibrato of love so evergreen Afar we hear thumps of small feet and some thunder laughs, He and I turn round we behold our kids innocent and green Father God-- the author of love along blue feathers and yellow smile is watching over us in that vast green... _________________________________________________________________ 8:40 pm , April 24, 2015


Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2015

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Dril-Baby-Drill


...and the wind..! was, electric. there was water..! there was sun..! ...it was all renewable... the energy, powered, sustained, life..! Fossil liquids burning emitting toxins that was OUR mistake. From the day a human kick started wound up the first combustible engine..! The first spill in any ocean should have been our clue. It was what cigarettes was to lungs- -what alcohol was to brain cells. It was a human error, a human error so huge that like a mythical dragon assumed a life of its own consumed the will the power the limited minds of limited men. Unlike the giant beast veiled as nuclear power with its unlimited potential that would have wooed the minds of the greatest among us, oil from its inception had the smell of destruction on its breath. It would in its own way fulfil the prophecy the world would end with a whimper not a bang. We saw its horns its bright red skin its pitch fork but we signed up willingly ...and from that day on our eternal souls were damned.
24~10~2014


Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014

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Churchyard at Midnight

Twas darkness upon the quietly residing heath...
And deathly was the sullen red sandstone tower...
Standing gloomily inside the masons dry-stone walls
Amidst toppling granite slabs and the faded, wilting flower.

Solemn was the chime of the hollow, mournful bell
When tolling out on midnights grimly sombre  hour;
And thinly the swirling, unearthly mist
Did so wend abouts her silent, melancholic bower.

Where from a fronded yew of venerable years,
Besides ancient trunks of ivy-entwined gnarly oak,
A chilling screech from a sudden ghostly apparition...
Summoning upon waking resident souls - did thus invoke!

For pale his form in soft white downy flight...
But none paler than that of me...
As across from the stream, held by an unblinking stare -
My shaky fears are transfixed so unnervingly!

Oh wise old feathered sage of long owl-lived age,
Unctuous incumbent of learned perch within black night,
Allow this the moment to calm my pounding heart...
And catch upon my fleeing thoughts - after such a wicked fright!!


Copyright © john fleming | Year Posted 2015

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Plastic Paradise

Time’s ticking for whooping cranes
wild buffalo and prairie dogs.
For their losses outweigh their gains,
displaced by cattle sheep and hogs.

The elephant and the blue whale
may share the fate of the dodo.
For their lives are now endangered
like the dragons of Komodo.

Alligator and crocodile
tread the fringes of extinction.
And the California condor’s 
future hangs on its distinction.

Baby seals are slaughtered for fur
and otters for the fish they eat.
Lions and tigers entertain us
and are routinely starved and beat.

In sanitized utopias
we plant the occasional tree.
Yet in our plastic paradise
there's few animals left to see.


Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

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DERELICT BEAUTY

DERELICT BEAUTY Below drape of cotton clouds and sunshine, some red-purple live pendants embrace the tall breathless wall... ________________________________ Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi Contest Name: Three Line Poetry Placed 5th O.E. Guillermo 6:24 pm, March 15, 2015


Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2015

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Carpet of Colour

The long years are harsh where the hot sun does burn
on the sand hills and plains when seasons won’t turn
where saltbush and samphire do somehow survive
and through these hot days there seems little alive.

But shade in the she-oaks can offer relief
for creatures surviving who still hold belief
the outback’s not dying though is tinder dry…
then cotton-wool clouds start to build in the sky.

And when it gets humid and balmy at night
the sunrise is red with the new dawning light
and leaves get up dancing and float on the breeze
ants start to scurry and thunder does tease.

There’s change on the way and a scent in the air
and storm birds are singing to make all aware
that drought may be over and soon there’ll be rain
the outback will flourish ‘til drought comes again.

Now pastel pink earth starts to darken to red
as it quenches it’s thirst on the deluge ahead
the creek beds awake from their slumber for years
and billabongs form behind quick rising weirs.

The pans and the lowlands are holding their fill
and outstation tanks are now starting to spill
so comes a new dawn from a heartbreaking scene
when almost like magic the land turns to green.

Where a land is vindictive and can be unkind
where water is life, and with man undermined
where vastness is changing from sleeping repose
the buds are now bursting and now they disclose…

…a rainbow that travels so long with the eye
in a landscape rebirth, to thanks from the sky
I’m taking a stroll through a live daisy chain 
in a carpet of colour that follows the rain.


Copyright © Lindsay Laurie | Year Posted 2014

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The World Around US

Awaking blithe each morning,
with eyes upon the World,
I wonder, are we mourning
with ebon flags unfurled -
or are they but a warning,
some draped like snakes and curled,
stark stars and stripes adorning,
sent from the netherworld.

I wander through the garden
with nothing on my mind
and say 'I beg your pardon' 
alarmed at what I find
as winds begin to harden
and sounds begin to grind.

Confused, I watch my neighbours,
they're wide-eyed, unafraid
to halt all useful labours 
and join the death brigade;
the ritters rattle sabres,
the frail and fragile fade,
morticians tap on tabors
 while potentates parade.

The military blesses
 (in tunics somewhat browned)
its crimson-stained successes,
hell bent and heaven bound;
such scenes don't dare distress us:
a bloody battleground,
dissevered heads with tresses
and arms and legs abound;
the fourth estate suppresses 
that bodies have been found
(collateral excesses
 discarded in a mound).
 
Society regresses,
now living by the sword,
with torture and its stresses
upon a waterboard;
a captive kid confesses,
his innocence ignored -
fallacious facts and guesses,
the guts of justice gored!

With canting vindication
a top brass bully brags
(pale pearls of perspiration
and swollen tongue that gags)
of third world  subjugation
for gelt and oily swags,
of human rights' castration...
and on and on it drags.

The manifold migration
of refugees in rags
while searching for salvation
soon finds compassion lags;
uprooted populations
are fleeing from their flags
else dying of starvation
as piercing hunger nags.

Atomic timepiece ticking
until the Reaper comes
when Geiger counters clicking
drown out the droning drums;
wild trump card's politicking
with little hands, all thumbs,
and sends the Mad Dog siccing -
insane! my soul succumbs...

Cast out for not conforming,
I wander day by day
and find the earth deforming
as nature wastes away,
with bees no longer swarming
deceased in poison spray,
and ocean depths transforming
with plastic underlay.

With CO2 performing
the climate's led astray,
the atmosphere's been warming
the grass now ashen gray,
eternal tempest's storming
while permafrosts decay,
and ozone holes are forming
in deadly disarray.

The people profiteering 
descend a slip'ry slope
destroying, never fearing	
of running out of rope;
instead they're cheer'fly cheering
that wealth's our only hope.

Now Armageddon's nearing,
it's doubtful that we'll cope
for Mother Nature's jeering,
she's mapped our horoscope:
we'll soon be disappearing...
like whale and antelope.

            Epitaph
The storms around me rumble,
my back's against the wall,
I take a step and stumble
but find no place to fall,
my knees begin to crumble
but I refuse to crawl,
nobody hears me mumble,
for no one's there at all.

Date: 2/14/2017


Copyright © Terry O'Leary | Year Posted 2017

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The Sequel - Dance to Love - Part 2

I awake to the beautiful plaintive strains Of a violin - then realize it’s just in my head Just a dream - a shame to find I’m in the hospital - same room - same bed The monotonous ticking of the clock on the wall Time, an indefinite progress of my existence Time for my pills, time to call the nurse Time not on my side, breaking down my resistance After lunch a quick nap Then the visiting hour I dread most of all Seeing pity in their eyes, they wish me back To what I was before my withdrawal The world of music - my life - my love The fame and fortune that once was mine Exhilarating - Intoxicating, a wife at my side With children sharing the Glory Divine I lived it - I breathed it Plucked at its very soul The core of its existence in my hands Like a faithful servant it played its role I look at the painting on the wall A feeling of Déjà vu enters it seems I’ve seen this glade of lush green plants And these sparkling bubbling streams I remember drawing back watching afar An Angel who danced in its midst Who danced with wild abandon Her hair that the sun had kissed I remember wishing I could dance with her With this Angel from above A hundred birds would sing out loud To watch us Dance to Love But it’s just a painting - There’s no girl there And I’m just a sick old man Wallowing in my grief and sadness Existing however best I can What’s this I’m suddenly in the glade? A young strong man once more She has come for me, my Angel love I leap - I twirl - I soar The world I’ve left behind Unshackled my attachments of A hundred birds do sing out loud To watch us Dance to Love We dance with wild abandon We dance without a care With sun kissed skin our arms entwined Wild flowers in our hair
Footnote: We do not know for sure if my Father – who was a great violinist and classical musician, had imagined this story when he was a young man, when he chanced on a young girl dancing in the glade. It’s a story he told us many times and we loved to believe it. I like to imagine a fitting finale to the first story, when his time came and have pictured it in this poem. This story begins in my Poem arrangement 'Dance to Love - Part 1'


Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017

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For Shame

The inky black water sucks her in further As she descends into the black depths of the abyss Cloying dark swirls cover her head as soundlessly it reaches Possessing her every inhalation – exhalation - it envelopes her with force Takes her heart, reaches for her soul, it’s now her master Breaking News!! Beautiful snow on Tropical Island Mountains and dales covered with a white mantel But it is the middle of Summer - What? She gives in humbly, her every fiber reaching out, screaming to be one with the Death of Darkness Breaking New!! Fukushima has been a worldwide wake-up call The country with the largest reactors - 104 When Nature and Nuclear energy come into collusion Consequences can catastrophically be lethal with fusion For Shame Mankind - For Shame From the dawn of creation, in perfect unity they abided Her beauty was ethereal, all things she bore magnificent and surreal Proud in their union till mankind’s focus declined and degenerated Once the most beautiful of planets in the solar system Mankind the most ruthless in his destruction - and all she can ask is why? Her environment is in chains? Breaking News!! The bees are dying Chemicals poison the flowers Who will tend her gardens? For Shame Mankind - For Shame She has the feelings of utter abandonment, loneliness and sorrow In defeat - she struggles to fight back, draining her depleted energy even more So she gives into its cruelty, and she surrenders, she surrenders As she sinks steadily murky bubbles streaming away Enfeebled and expended descending lower, lower into darkness, giving in Too weary to fight back - It makes No difference now - No difference Breaking News!! Pristine stream - Beaches - Oceans Carelessly man strews with litter Plastic islands form - fish sick and dying For Shame Mankind For Shame And then - a child’s soft touch, caressing her cheek sweetly Feeling so like Love - Softly - oh so softly Her daughter, Water strokes her on her cheek Then lifts her mother gently, surfacing quickly, so quickly With every ounce of strength, she decides to fight back One last desperate attempt to live for her planet once more Rushing to her side are her two sons Lightning Bolts streak like the hammer of Thor Furious - one breathes extreme heat and fire Burning down everything in his path in his ire Ferocious and Destructive is he in his Fury The other - unbridled pure unadulterated Air of the Winds They join as a team spreading destruction even faster Terrifying in their unified collaboration Formidable are they when joined together All for One and One for All Putting differences aside they arrive to save her Their Mother, Mother Earth, they rise together as one Earth - Wind - Water and Fire to fight back for a Planet they love One More Time - One More Time - One More Time Mankind arise from the depths of your Shame Wake up to your sacred mandate Time’s short - But it’s never too late Guns and Wars - phenomenal destructive havoc you wreak Its Peace and Abundance in this message I seek Cast aside differences, disputes, conflicts, dissension like the elements do Bring Peace and Serenity on earth which helps the Environment too
Footnote added –!!NEW BREAKING NEWS!! In my reply to Nette Onclaud’s kind message, I mentioned a dedicated lady in Hong Kong who has rallied the people to clean up the island. Her name is Kinzie who is originally from Canada. Coincidentally, she sent me an email which I’m sharing the link on here with you. Please copy and paste the link below on google Newsletter is now available online: http://heartbeat.com.hk/fresh/2017/08/the-shit-show Enjoy ...Naturally, Kinzie - Founder natural life in the fast lane - Everything is connected. - Listen to your own heartbeat. www.heartbeat.com.hk Video and Music Save the Mother Earth - Ken Wei Published on May 4, 2012 This video and track is a non-commercial attempt to highlight the fact that world leaders, irresponsible corporations and mindless 'consumers' are combining to destroy life on earth. It is dedicated to all who died fighting for the planet and those whose lives are on the line today.


Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017

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What Is That Taste In My Mouth

No warning.
BOOM!

The taste spread swiftly
around the room.

Eyes scour.
They pinpoint the doom.

A little old lady
Who's big on perfume.


Copyright © Deb Adams | Year Posted 2017

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ECSTASY

E yeing the majesty and magnificence in the great gifts of God's 
C reations affects me in the most reflective way.  The moon and
S tars provide light in my darkest nights, and the beauty of snow-
T opped mountain peaks makes me gasp in wonder.  A golden sunrise
A cross green valleys is as resplendent a vision as the moments before 
S unset, when its magenta drowning symbolizes another day is done. 
Y ielding to time, I pause in awe of His splendors;  totally entranced. 



6/28/16
Ecstasy Acrostic
John Hamilton


Copyright © Marti Sutherland | Year Posted 2016

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My Perfect Story

The Perfect Story


Ingredients.... My Epic Melody!

 
I spread my wings, 

To carry you into that perfect ride.

Allowing you to communicate with my mind.

I'll show you what my perfect story would have in it.

With the world's enigma not everyone can find.

Words twisted with reality and beauty divine

The majestic ways to live with fairy tales combined.

Show no weakness towards the mercy of my gift.

Unleash the lightning, leaving all competition behind.

Pierce every word with my gleaming eyes.

You'll find yourself in the ebony of the blind.

A space passing every constellation with no regrets of return.

Assault the moment of the mind with the perfect line..

Expect pain, love, death, and desires that burn.

A trap for the follower to sink in.

Losing yourself to the evil garden underneath the green fern. 

Falling in love with the mental link of my imagination.

Rising from the ashes that killed every demon in my nations.

Rescued by the light of he who rode the wind of fate.

Breaking an oath to give every perfect story a-

 "HAPPY ENDING!"

 
~SKAT~


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2011

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Alliteration For The Planet


Wonderful wonders woven within wild. 
Titillates theatrical tender thoughts
Consistently creation, contrives conservation concerns. 
Ecology evolves equations, entitling entities essence.
Empowering equality, enlarges existence.
Life lovingly leases Longevity.
Biodiversity braces, blatant brutal balding.
Deforestation, destruction devoid due definition.
People physically, plundering planet.
Prevalently procuring, products proscribed 
Pilfering practices producing poisonous pollutants.
Greenhouse gases generated, generously grievous.
Temperate temperature’s tempers tumultuous.
Creating Climate changes, causing catastrophes.
Planet purges peril predominately.
Preached, placid platitudes, politicians podiums paced.
loved lives logged listed lost.
Lacuna languished, lessons least learnt.
Losing Life lingers, listing leeward lazily.


Copyright © Sam Raj | Year Posted 2014

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Bees

One hundred million years on Earth
There's no accounting for our worth
Without our quite amazing powers
there would be no trees or flowers

The Earth would be a barren place
No flowers to, your borders, grace
No cereals to make your bread
and keep your teeming millions fed

We've worked our magic without fuss
but now, it seems, you're killing us
Your all consuming need for more
has brought us to extinction's door

Your pesticides have done their worst
Our decline can't be reversed
Because of them we cannot breed
but you don't take the slightest heed

When we're gone most plants will die
and YOUR extinction will be nigh
Without us to pollinate
mankind will have sealed it's fate

It's too late now, the damage done
The end of 'Apis' has begun
All life on Earth brought to its knees
and all because you killed the bees


Copyright © Rob Biden | Year Posted 2014

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Water Wall


As he slept in tranquil dream, 
Suddenly he flew, it seemed. 
Thrown and landing on the floor, 
Shaking walls and splintered doors. 

Just as quick, the room grew still. 
Distant tremors he could feel. 
Out the door, and up the rock, 
There he stood in sleepy shock. 

How could oceans disappear. 
Then a hissing he could hear 
And a trembling, heavy roar 
Headed for an empty shore. 

Sunrise turned a greenish hue, 
As he climbed, a better view. 
Seeming far too large, he saw 
What must be a water wall. 

Thought of ancient stories told 
Of a wrath that could unfold; 
Sucking oceans with a breath, 
Spewing endless waves of death. 

Instinct quickly cleared his mind. 
Panic now, he clawed and climbed. 
Up, despite the screams he hears, 
As a village disappears. 

Once an evil came to call, 
Scooped them up and took them all. 
Now he's old, his stories wane, 
Of the morning Satan came.


Gene Bourne 
08-18-14


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Copyright © Gene Bourne | Year Posted 2014

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Guardian Of The Environment - Indigenous Peoples

For several thousands of years
you upheld the sacredness of Nature
avoiding wanton destruction 
of plant and animal life
taking only what you needed
since their sacredness was 
just as important to you
as the sacredness of humanity

When harvesting wild rice for food
you let some fall into the water
to produce crops for the future
Surrounding a pack of wild sheep
while hunting in the mountains
you let a male and female escape
so by their reproductive process
they would ensure the
continuation of their species

You saw yourself as part of Nature
living in harmony with it
and not plundering it with greed
Your religion was to respect Nature
viewing all plants and animals
as parts of its magnificent fabric
Abuse of a part of it was
an abuse of the whole

Your way of life 
provides valuable lessons
that can teach mankind how 
to deal with today's ecological crisis
that threatens the survival 
of all life on the planet
You were the genuine
Guardian of the Environment



I have always admired the way of life of the Native American Indians living in harmony with Nature before the advent of the Europeans. By extension, this applies to all indigenous peoples including the Amerindians and Polynesians. This piece is dedicated to them. 


Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2013

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Suicidal Humanity

Our supposed modern scientific genius
May in fact just be our last fatal weakness.
This technological house of cards we've made
Left humanity walking along the edge of a razor blade.

How much could you buy or sell using debit or credit
If someone or something wiped out the internet.
A computer virus, terrorists, hackers, or an E.M.P.--
Will wipe out our hard-earned wealth eventually.

Killing beneficial insects is almost like fratricide.
Think really hard again about ever using insecticide.
How many fields of vegetable plants and fruit trees
Will ever bear fruit if there are no more bees.

Rather than organically producing more living topsoil,
We're killing what remains with chemicals derived from oil.
As chemical contaminants follows their downward motions,
Choral reefs and plankton are dying in the oceans.

As a species, we've all become germ-o-phobic neurotics,
Religiously trying to kill all microbes with antibiotics.
But pharmaceutical medicine will never defeat every bug,
So one of these days there's certain to be a super plague.

So will we all starve because we cannot buy or sell,
Or because the oceans and farmlands have all gone to Hell?
Will we be extinguished by some invincible virus?
What ever it be, the fault will probably lie in us!

I wish I could offer some brilliant inspired solution,
But remember that extinction is also a part of evolution.
You may write me off as some kind of nutty alarmist,
But people that know me consider me to be an optimist.


Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2016

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Photogragh of a Redwood Stump in Sepia

 The human spirit needs places where
nature has not been rearranged
by the hand of man
Author Unknown

A metal rail now mocks the space

where a massive trunk once rose two hundred feet, 
and a long stairway, and a sign,and a doorway
 make up  ‘The Stump Hotel.’ 

As a roadside attraction this once magnificent tree
is more suggestive of an amputee
whose prosthesis
could never recapture the living limb or,
a whisper of the spark within.                                                      

                   
Think -
of the many who came and stood,
here on this altered stump.

Did anyone look up to see its phantom trunk
rising to the moon?




Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2014

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MAN AND NATURE




Once Man,

Nature’s forgiveness implored,

For 

Crimes humanity has, against the environment

Committed 
 
 And

Sincerely, his serious concern expressed for the

Peril, the whole planet was in, because of

Man’s doing 


Nature, attentively, listened to every word, Man,

Wished so much to say, 

Then, turning towards him, with great emphasis 

Declared: 

“Worry not about me, my very dear child

For

Ample time to recover I would have, soon after 

Your upcoming disappearance 

Which

For long now, you, so thoughtlessly, have yourself 

arranged!”  




© Demetrios Trifiatis
     09 MARCH 2015


Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2015