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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?"
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Your Best Poem - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
~~3rd place~~

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Sponsor Debbie Guzzi
~~2nd Place~~

POEM OF THE DAY: October 21, 2015

Inspired by Susan Seddon Boulet's painting:
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©Olive Eloisa Guillermo
October 20, 2014, 10:19 pm

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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.

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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

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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

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Inside a Japanese Garden: with added note

cherry blossoms fall
confetti cast to the wind
tumbling to the ground

orange koi swimming
summer rain upon the pond
lotus of soft blush

bamboo whispering
their voices sing at twilight
serenade the moon

fire fades from the sun
low upon the horizon
bowing to the sea
rays of light shimmering gold
sunset crosses the threshold

***I posted this series of Japanese writings at the request of Dale Cozart. He saw the beauty of nature through these simple words on another poetry site. I thank you, Dale, and the many of you who now see it, too. It was entered in a contest, but the judge thought it lacked 'punch,' and called it "insipid." 

A Nipponnet is comprised of three Haiku and a Tanka

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Dirty Talk



                                 come on crude
    
                         we're all future fossil fuel

                                     pump me






***

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These We'll Yet Destroy

Two owls charmed me
moments before I embarked
on the hours of industry to come.
Their silhouettes were dark and secretive,
their voices wistful and low.
I had a moment only to be soothed
with no thought to the truer meaning,
sinister and cruel,
of their flight from industry to come.
Mere yards from where I sleep
the tree has grown large 
much like its older cousin
mere yards from where I brood.
The loeries return
to a place that may once have been theirs,
and they speak with voices
almost as those of children.
They charm me as the owls.
In the small fertile garden
among acres of mortar and stone
and grass largely ignored,
I may see with fortune
the frog that enchants me,
the spider that does not much haunt me,
the serpent that surely does.
The Indian myna, relentless, imperious,
will not be denied.
The kind and mean idiosyncrasies   
gave them form and breath and motion,
and domain, before our domain.

26th July 2018

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Earth Day

~Planet of the apes~

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


~*~

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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

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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

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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

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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!!

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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.

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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,
stray 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 fate begins 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,
the potentates parade.

The military blesses
(in tunics somewhat browned)
its crimson-stained successes,
hell bent and heaven bound.
Such scenes no more distress us:
a bloody battleground,
dissevered heads with tresses
and arms and legs abound;
the fourth estate suppresses 
the heaps of bodies  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 big brass bully brags
(with 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 naked hunger nags.

With trump cards politicking,
two little hands (all thumbs)
may send the Mad Dog siccing.
Insane! All sense succumbs.

Atomic timepiece ticking
until the Reaper comes 
as Geiger counters clicking
drown out the droning drums.

Cast out for not conforming,
I wander day by day
to find the earth deforming
as nature wastes away,
with bees no longer swarming
(expunged with garden spray)
and ocean depths transforming
(neath plastic overlay).

With CO2 performing
the climate's led astray,
the atmosphere's been warming,
the grasses ashen gray, 
eternal tempest 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 sit back sneering
“our wealth’s your only hope”.

Yes, Armageddon's nearing,
it's doubtful that we'll cope,
for Evolution's jeering,
she's scanned our horoscope:
we'll soon be disappearing
with whale and antelope.


           Epitaph

The multitudes were jumbled,
some milling ’round the mall,
while politicians bumbled 
when bracing for the brawl.

The World around us rumbled,
our backs against the wall,
as bombs were tossed and tumbled
across our broken ball.

My kneecaps creaked and crumbled
but I, too proud to crawl,
took but a step and stumbled  
yet found no place to fall.

And no one heard me grumble
although I tried to call,
or maybe I just mumbled,
as strength began to pall.

Well now the World’s been humbled
I seek an urban sprawl,
but since the feuds were fumbled
there’s nothing left at all.

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I am Me, Set me Free

I am given to you by Creator Himself
My Limbs long to grow straight and tall
Bathed in sunlight from above, paying homage
Fulfilling my God given task
From the dawn of creation, in the Holy Books I’m told
A gift was given to all nations to hold
 The Tree of Life to feed and cure and clothe.
I am Me – Set me free

To live in a world- your world, to be appreciated
I am needed by you and the multitudes
Use me, Recycle me again and again 
Plant me in your soil, I will take root
I live to Heal you, to Cleanse you
To Rebuild you to Purify you
I am Me – Set me free

Do not believe the lies in your ears they whisper
Free me from my confined goal,
Where troops have placed me
Sullied my name,
Denied the Existence of my core
I am Me – Set me free

Yet I am you, and you are me
Vital it is for us living beings
Your DNA and my RNA- we talk -we communicate
I am not only here to just take away your pain
But here to let you - Live Your Life Again
I am Me – Set me free

Do not be stripped of your human privileges
The Greedy will always deny Man his God given rights
In the name of Democracy, Controversy, Hate, Idiocrasy,
They are chained in their Bureaucracies and Hypocrisies
And do not see the woods for the trees
I implore you do not be 
Of a ‘Sheeple’ people mentality
I am Me – Set me free

In a world encased with chemicals, plastics, synthetics
Created in the name of greed,
A world that is stifling, suffocating, stagnating
Poisoning you and your children
Let your Farmers Plant me, grow me as in days of old,
I am no weed

I have been here since time has begun
My leafy fingers and my palm point up to the sun
Absorbing and turning it’s energy into a life giving elixir
I purify the very air that you breathe
I am sustainability, I am Life
I am Me – Set me free

I can offer you the finest spun threads of my being
Does not the Japanese Emperor look good in his ceremonial clothes?
And did not ‘Mona Lisa’ smile - as she was stretched on my canvas?
Glowing from the oils of my seeds are Van Gogh’s ‘Stars’
And my finest for Raising Lazarus by Rembrandt
My spun cloth has stood the test of time

Carrying your very first Stars and Stripes still in existence
And did they not all feel proud when the Declaration was signed 
But like Judas they turned their backs without our acquiesce 
I am Me – Set me free

Haven’t my ropes tethered and towed ships from Days of yore
Until synthetics came along and put a stop to it all

My woven fibre sacks once carried your food?
But now with synthetics, I lie totally unused
I am self sufficient
I am your nutrition
I am Me – Set me free

Use my Oil and Mill my Seed
My healing powers are all you need
Leave the chemicals for the powers that be

My gifts are bountiful - I give with grace
Strength is in numbers - I rest my case
The way for us to become stronger
United we stand - we will conquer

I am the Tree of life
I AM ME – I AM THE HEMP TREE
A Gift from Nature - Healer of Humanity

Footnote:
A poet from Poetry Soup read my poem and the Footnote of ‘Christmas in July’ and was curious about the cure for Dementia with a certain Oil which would have prolonged my Mother-in-laws quality of life and indeed her life.
She emailed me to write a poem and spread the word about this species. Thank you sincerely. 

Our family company in Australia and have been pioneers of not only Organic Skin Products but of Hemp products. We encountered resistance but were successful in countering it and were able to bring it to the people. Including a special oil.

We have witnessed miraculous results with the marvelous, fine food tasting oil and products of this plant ranging from Epilepsy, MS, Parkinson’s, Dementia, Nerve related conditions, inflammation, auto immune and the list goes on. It has even been shown to make cancer cells literally commit suicide.  You can freely view research results on the internet. 

Hemp is not weed but a species which does not contain the all feared THC. It is a total nutrition in itself and is delicious food product that can be used for culinary delights as well as smoothies. 

A specific Oil that is extracted and has very special properties.

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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.

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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

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Fantastic Flora Masquerade

Creeping creepy creepers, the crawling trellis
jutting out of everywhere
snaking through country and metropolis
twisting turning in floral bliss
but more like snakes that hiss
But in quietude feign death for self-defense! 

Weeping willows with an unreal surreal sorrow
weeping tears of dew onto the silted furrow.
Perhaps weeping for bretheren felled
in deforestations and land clearings in
my imaginations of the call to preservation.
Against ethnic cleansing of greenery for selfish building
As per man's construction for mere recreation

Velvety-green tear- stained faces or rather foliage
When dew is stuck on them as nature's trinkets of pearls.

And over there touch-me-nots swaying coyly
like prim and proper maidens
in the fantastic floral gardens.

And what in the world is this case? 
Imitation flowery in place of imitation jewellery? 
Yeah, thats poinsettia in a vase
Leaves in the disguise of flowers
Its actual flowers relegated to backstage.

And ethereal fairy-slippers await their never coming wearers
and Indian pipes to be admired by Red Indian sightseers.


Oh and here's another spectacle- but sniper tactics this time
Yikes! Let the naive insect world beware! 
Whilst the bloodthirsty killers lie in ambush
Those camouflaged jungle guerrillas
or should we say the venus fly-traps! 

Or a more harmless one yet mimicking the scary
A snap-dragon flora, its mouth opening and snapping shut.

Then watch that mega-sized jumbo giant flora
The world's largest flower
No stems, no leaves, plant-eater plant, rafflesia.
Is it too much for the faint-hearted ha ha.

And wow now watch that incredible costume, oh my! 
A flower masked as some pesky fly! 
None other than the remarkable fly orchid.

And yet another, the silent music of the fiddlenecks
Fiddles as if for the light-weight fairies.

And lastly not forgetting ofcourse
the sky-blue unforgettable forget-me-nots
A memorable bouquet but themselves devoid of memory.

Ah nature lover poets if you wish to view
more of flora in a fancy dress masquerade
Go ahead and flip through the pages of
a botanical, floral
horticultural
pictorial journal.
And see for yourself the fantastic flora's charade
or else imagine them dressed as a floral renegade!

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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'

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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-****-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.

Details | Environment Poem |

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.

Details | Environment Poem |

Paul, Peter and the Tweeter

Paul, Peter and the Tweeter
Why not choose, 
a billionaire leader?
One who is not 
an eloquent speaker.
Trouble rises,
he robs Paul to pay Peter.
The bold rich need tax savings,
forget about the meeker.

From a distance,
we watch the kingdom teeter.
Him smirking on high,
he thinks "What could be sweeter!"
Why oh why, 
did so many choose that cheater?

Global temperature rising,
things aren't the same.
Scientific facts need hiding,
isn't that a shame?
There's new logic he's applying,
says coal dust isn't really flying.
Even though the fish are bitter
and you can't see them under the litter,
no one can turn down the heater.
"Fake News" he says,
check out T-Man's Twitter.
The Country is "Great Again",
cause he ain't no quitter!
Yet people are making less than their babysitter.
Good jobs will go with free trade,
might as well become a waiter.
Otherwise you’ll starve sooner or later.

People happy,
he wants to build a wall.
Mexico will pay,
so build it tall.
More immigrants?
You don't need them at all.
But no one left to pick the fruit,
or to be at your beck and call.
Watch it all fall,
for sure the economy will stall.
No one buying nothing at the mall.
Meanwhile 
Klu Klux Klan standing tall.
If they ask him,
T-Man will let them guard his wall.

Look for all the signs,
a leader who's a hater.
Mastertweeting, flatulater.
A logic lacking debater,
self-loving,
self-promoting, congratulator!
If he pushes the button,
we might become a large crater.
He'll spin it and tell those left,
"I'm the great emancipator!"
If you don't believe him,
You’re just another disloyal traitor!

Details | Environment Poem |

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

Details | Environment Poem |

The Unfledged Albatross


                        


                         feathers and bones at rest
                             a belly full of plastic
                       on our tab  starved  to death
     
                                        * * *
                         
                       our lives  framed  by beauty
                                 stripped of life


                           the perfect photograph*








*Image of Albatross by Chris Jordan