Best Nurture Poems
I have no wish to partner with armor making my defenses sharper –
it is spiritual truth I seek to garner.
I choose to never deliberately hush any moments passing brush –
but try absorbing its full blush.
I strive to never miss night’s surrender as her curtain unfolds tender –
flaring my sense of splendor.
I retain my dreams with no border or restrictive list for order –
to nurture even as I grow older.
I will not abandon laughter as one sure inner joy crafter –
well worth sharing and looking after.
I shall never avoid emotional pain or swallow their teary refrain –
though I refuse to tote their stain.
I decline to record my mistakes on any lined journal page -
errors serve my life's as my sage.
walk slow and light my feet
to the corner of my time
where my best self is dwelling,
waiting to be claimed as mine.
When a child with mood tuned to channel pout,
I cherished how you chose to repose me.
You chair-rocked soothing beats with arms about
me, your small lap-wrap, and lulled me gloom free.
Your gentle love nurtured my self-image.
Grown, I still feel Grannie-pats on my back
that once love filled me in your rocking chair.
Time’s chase cannot displace our love with lack
for still I rock in your love’s sure graced flair.
Decades death laid swayed not your dear visage.
I don’t wish to be doom and gloom
But I can’t help but think soon
This whole earth is about to erupt
In response to our destructive ways
And we can talk about heading off to space
But there is no planet B you see
There is no point in spreading like a disease
We need to learn to change our ways
Learn how to nurture and appreciate
Focus on how to navigate the natural disasters
Spend money on this instead of wars
Learn to unite to work to solve the problems as one race together
Combining minds and ideas
Never having to live in constant fear
We can evolve and take our place as a more peaceful race
That understands priorities and puts them in first place
Instead of letting government and corporate greed
Dominate humanities needs
And understand the balance needed for our ecology
Or we can all just sit back watching
Believing it’s inevitable that our earth is surely going to erupt
And simply explode and then implodes
And leaves us in a state of extinction.
Nurture Nature
Nature is vast and versatile in diversity
Fantastic flora and fauna in quantum quality
Bow to SYLVAN, sacred forest in TRANQUILITY.
Life owes to origin of species as identity.
Evolution of ANCIENT Nature was the priority.
Extinction of species happens on natural calamity.
Nature is MISTERIOUS in beast and beauty.
Nurture Nature for future in perfect purity.
05/12/16
NURTURE NATURE
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In my day I've walked miles through and, with my love, nature.
Most times I walk with smiles, my love, she entertains me, nature.
There are times, days I revile, my love trashed, tortured nature.
A wildflower meadow in full bloom laid flat, heartfelt pain, I cry for nature!
My love, she exists for all life, it nurtures, maintains the equilibrium my love, nature
The miles of smiles I have walked now frowns take their place, I fear for nature!
Join me in my plight, the mother of the world is crying, help support nature!
As is, she is fickle, lost her way, seasons all asunder, I beg, I plead for nature.
I will persist, can't comprehend why others don't take my lead to help save our planet, save mother nature.
Every day there are those that risk their lives, sadly some lose theirs, they died for nature.
To draw a line is futile, for if my love dies, she who loves us all, then there is no earthly future.
Going deaf, going blind, aged life can be cruel, most done their bit to perpetuate human life, a part of nature
Heed well all for there is more to planet earth than humans, it's biodiversity, please help it stay amazing nature
Drought cooks a garden;
foliage’s veins and arteries burn.
One wonders if rain will return;
the ground, an abstract of cracks.
Baked by the sunlight,
plants retreat; leave desolate dry land.
Miles of parched land,
can’t share its lifeblood, with thirsty farms and gardens.
Farmers pray for rain and sunlight;
when they lose crops, they feel nature’s burn.
Dying fields of cracks,
pray in secret for rain’s return.
As the farmer prays over his tax returns;
he lists lost crop overhead and pictures his dry land.
A tear falls upon the memory of dry, gaping cracks.
Unlike the gardener both feel the same burning.
Both are vulnerable; farm and garden;
to the ultraviolet blades of searing sunlight.
Many years of fiery sunlight,
Without rain, leaves a bleak tax return.
A farmer’s inner light still burns;
he’ll see, if a job, he can land.
He and the gardener,
will have success; when the spring rain fills the cracks.
Over-achieving clouds spit; crops thrive in the sunlight.
Unlike the gardener;
The farmer has a more interesting tax return.
Spring rains will fill the gaping cracks.
At one with the land,
his rage, no longer burns.
Come fall, his fireplace logs, will burn.
The coming winter, brings its own style of cracks.
Snow-blanketed land,
gleams in the sunlight.
When spring makes its return;
birth comes to crops and gardens.
Both celebrate, with anxiety burning;
formulating planting plans, for their land.
Land without cracks,
will yield plants, upon the rains return.
Praying that the sunlight,
will be kind to their crops and gardens.
Blessed are those who naturally possess
a strong sense of self and solid self-esteem.
- This is nature at its best.
Vulnerable are those who solely succumb to
relying on extrinsic forces to consider their self-worth.
- This calls for nurturing in its most primal state.
If children grow up being enjoyed rather than tolerated,
They learn to accept themselves and others.
If children are liked as well as loved,
They feel like they fit in the world;
They have a sense of belonging.
If children are talked 'to' rather than 'at, '
They find their own voice.
If children are included in good humor and laughter,
They're inclined to believe that wishes come true.
If children are showed faith by actions and prayer,
They are quick to have hope.
If children live with peace and harmony,
They discover their own Truths with confidence.
~Such sustenance rears individuals with promise and positive perspective.
~It is the gift of healthy self-esteem;
~A positive self-concept.
If nurture naturally embraced you, have gratitude.
Be joyful in the acceptance of you and those around you.
Remain involved with self-discovery and improvement.
Raise your head high and breathe; for,
You are the fortunate.
Aware of déjà vu*’s lexical meaningfulness
my cognition strives to respond with truthfulness
toward preaching about God and His goodness
that drives me back toward nostalgic blissfulness---
at the time He gave me life eternal against worthlessness.
Exposed to déjà vu’s intermittent engagement
my heart thanks the Lord for grace-fulfillment
while reminiscing His assured heavenly settlement
in testifying of divine encounter granting blest endowment---
every time I share peace cheers with encouragement.
Confronted with déjà vu’s seemingly enigmatic nature
my soul, ransomed by the Saviour, avoids mystical venture
for the pursuit of effective faith-posture along mental health nurture
propelled by nourishing compassionate gesture---
when at times, I’m beset with bitterness and pride’s torture.
Learning déjà vu’s facets midst psychological insight
my mind praises Christ for wondrous mental faculties’ height
along recollection, remembering and familiarity delight
bursting “already seen” remark yet with uncertainty-blight---
thus, time I have to check toward accuracy that’s right.
Now facing déjà vu’s essence vis-à-vis factual reality
my spirit believes in moment’s functionality along versatility
never an illusion, but proven by experience in its sensibility
especially when dealing with matters of life’s vitality---
since time* is God’s creation, aiding our existence-verity.
*Psalm 31:14-15 But I trusted in thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my God. My times are in thy hand…
February 22, 2023
1st place, "STRAND PREMIER no 1194" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 3/5/2023.
Villanelle: Even childhood teenage nurture stops not the rupture
Even childhood teenage nurture stops not the rupture
No eagle first takes the plunge without daring demon death
Yet mindless mistakes make us the picture of caricature
Make just one mistake a day in the year and collect torture
Shut the day out alone in shell and court worsening health
Even childhood teenage nurture stops not the rupture
Could the straying baby elephant avoid instant capture
From the pride of lions stalking in frenzied stealth
Yet mindless mistakes make us the picture of caricature
What original sin smacks not of the mistake of rapture
Where the hapless heart flounders in Adam’s gasping breath
Even childhood teenage nurture stops not the rupture
Were not the juicy fruits Eve bore the objects of rapture
What did she promise more than the pulpiness of wealth
Yet mindless mistakes make us the picture of caricature
Human error tosses our lives into the churning of culture
Err not and the lives we lead lead us into the noose’s wreath
Even childhood teenage nurture stops not the rupture
Yet mindless mistakes make us the picture of caricature
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Rest awhile,
the day is at its end and you feel broken,
and as tomorrow too seems hopeless,
I will open up my arms to hold you,
so close your eyes,
pillow me,
I'll be your dreamless slumber,
I'll revise your revile,
spill your secrets to the moonlight,
kiss goodnight the tears worth while,
and carry you through dawn,
but if you tomorrow too should crumble,
do so within my arms,
so you don't lose a piece of who you are,
then close your eyes,
pillow me,
I'll be your dreamless slumber
Naked to Nurture. Naked, to Nurture.
Why not naked into woods?
We yank up gumboots.
Enshroud our piggies in wicking and itching sockbags.
Hoping to holdfast against the forfeiture of bought heat.
The city slickers in their shiny slickers
clasp and buckle, zip and bundle
before they trudge and trundle
into the Great Unlabeled, the alien birthright.
An undershirt, a tank, a tee, and then an overthing!
And this in Spring, in Summer. Winter's another thickening:
strappings wrapping trappings, coalgulable clottings clogging
scarf-shrouded and unceremonious cerements.
The gloves, if cold or wet. The hat and muffs, if blustering.
We insulate ourselves from the uninsulated.
Remove ourselves from that which we aim to enter.
To re-enter. To be received by. Naked as we came, now
at our peril, apparently apparelled in unparalleled antiferalelry.
Each civilized entrant into sylvan realms-
textile banished for fear of cold,
for fear of wet, for fear of dirt.
The mind must first give up its notions
of propriety to hope to slake the self in the
sunlit and secreted shimmerings of sanctity.
Be bare of sole, skin to wind.
Be bare of soul, Yin to begin.
Why not naked into woods?
they do, so certainly, come naked...
into us.
NURTURE NATURE FOR FUTURE
Mother Nature providing food and shelter.
Nurture Nature for future to be better,
For progress of human civilization
with safe healthy living, control pollution.
Life must meet death, which is inevitable.
Species will last for ever: Not probable.
Global warming or cooling to come, normal.
Climate continues to change, quite natural.
A species may extinct or to transform.
Continuous process holding this norm.
Human species are not at all exception,
either to die or change on evolution.
At a stage of Red Giant, Sun will arrive.
Ocean water will boil, no life to survive.
Yet, it’s unwise to cripple Human Nation
carrying contamination or pollution.
11/22/19
'All About the Environment' Contest by Richard Lamoureux
What suffering has been abated?
The cat still toys with her pray
Watching like a mother protecting her young
A grin carved with malintent
Order, a court of greater ills
Ladders with no rungs, smooth pillars
What sins does this kingdom commit
When there is no capacity for reason?
No ships sunk from remorse
A cargo never considered
What generous heart is weaved in roots and vines?
Have half to hang hand in hand
And harp the harmless hate
Then heap the hazardous haze of heartbreak
And heave the ironic heroine
Because the hollow horde that hovers over head
Is now the narcissist on narcotics
Creating nausea near the neglected one
While the network of nerves brings news
Of the night nitrogen seemingly never-ending
So end the notorious nudge of nylon personality.
Guard well this tender cradle.
In every aspect strive
To nurture as you're able
That you and all may thrive.
Be not in haste to gamble
This rich estate away
On promises of ample
Enrichments to be made.
No matter how beguiling
Scorn negligence and greed.
This is your bed and bounty
Your very life, indeed.
Guard well this tender cradle
For Nature, like a host,
Will set an ample table
For those who prize it most.