Best Preserve Poems
Preserve the past in order
to make tomorrow a better place.
With the strength of ten
and the mind of one
brush off those wounds
aging the surface
and free up your thoughts
It is there the lessons do lie
where man and nature survive
together we all live as one
amazed with each setting sun
Listen ...
as the bluebird sings her sweet song
and a hungry child listens along
fly into the breeze and see
this here is just you and me
Restless real beauty lives
deep in the recesses of time
in heart the good mother strives
holding hope for our kind and our lives
Historical Nature Preserve
There is an ancient resort at the wooded site
of Mohonk Mountain House, where olden times invite
us to enjoy a beauty that is not finite;
the woods and paths within this silvan setting cite,
a charmed, venerable retreat of pure delight.
Mysterious, how lake reflections show the might
of steep stone, rugged cliffs that double in sunlight.
The depth of beauty of the rambling woods excite
the climbers to achieve top of the mountain height
and walk the lovely nature trails at first daylight.
Since eighteen sixty-nine, a much-revered highlight
for visitors to come and bond with nature's rite
at this historical reserve; be it campsite,
or indoor stay with lush Victorian insight,
where comfort, ambiance, and beauty so unite.
Tranquility is felt in all that's good and right
within this nature paradise both day and night.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: Monorhyme
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Judged: 05/21/2016
Required words used: ancient, silvan, venerable, mysterious, tranquility
Mother Earth in beauty shows the fruits of her fullness.
Interwoven destiny amid the living and the dead.
As God designed, she wastes not, each atom a success.
The future lies within man’s hands and death upon his head.
Replenishment was the Creator’s plan and his first command.
Mother Earth has done her part, autonomously from the start.
Man, since then, enjoyed the mirth and bounty of her land.
Avarice and intellect gone astray, disastrous results impart.
Man has capacity for conservation, compassion, and greed,
Intellectual choices he makes can build or destroy.
It is with preservation mankind must proceed.
Reuse and recycling must, today, be man’s main employ.
Cricket sounds and chirping birds lull the weary heart.
Dawn and dusk paint the skies, exquisiteness from above.
And so it was from the start, her beauty God did impart.
Let us all together work; let’s preserve Mother Nature, with love.
© May 6, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
" The nature beds & water
on earth started fading away,
Blowing wind has lost its way..
What's this imbalance ?
Where is the rain ?
The mountains cry
& it's echoes reach the sky..
While the sky, coughed & sighed..
I'm depleting in silence ,
seek the humans for answer.
Volcanic eruptions & green house gases
are increasing every day..
Rising sea levels & deserts all the way..
Coral bleaching & melting glaciers
across the ocean's bay..
Climate got warmer..
Global rainfall & stream flow changed,
Affecting coastlines, tides, sea.
Oh, humans.. wake up!!
Warned the nature.
But the fossil fuels were still burning
& forests were cleared
for industrialization..
As temperature increased,
We humans, couldn't bare the heat
& questioned back nature,
for the answers it was seeking..
No rain & wind..
No greens & peace.
What's happening on earth?
The mountains echoed..
Hey, you human!
Restore the wealth of planet,
with what was stolen from it.
You'll know what happened!! "
Let's..
Preserve tropical forests and trees,
Prevent pollution,
Increase biofuels, wind & solar power,
Decrease the volume of carbon,
Save Nature..
Save Animals..
Save Lives..
Save Earth!!
©ria_dbc
I hear the thunder of distant hooves, beating the dry earth.
Equine spirits caught and trained, to work with humans.
Some entertain, some labor; others become our closest friends.
Note: I'm disturbed at the rate of destruction of your wild horses in America. These beautiful and loving beings love and serve humanity and it seems their reward is to be slaughtered by the system; an unfair trade off for horses generosity. We must do all that we can to preserve them, rather than destroy them.
Concrete jungle; a game preserve
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Muffled echoes drift unheard
Sentient shadows shift not seen
Vivid colors in perfusion splayed
Across the white castle walls
Nutritional content is zero
Please step up to the drive through
The other windows are closed
So who do you blame
For a culture's erosion
Just ask the victims of yesterday
And tomorrow
The answer goes like this
"I blame society and the man
Who made me as a bastard"
Yet in an embraced ignorant state
The cycle of pain and destruction
Goes on and on
Sound and light in unison
Its over, payday twenty two dollars
That lady had three young kids
And they were fatherless too!
Oh well, it seems remorse is absent
In your oh so limited vocabulary
It's much easier to pull a trigger
Than to punch a time clock
The garbage ridden streets
Of a bloody naked city
Abandoned by reason
Swell and erupt every minute with rage
The twilight of night is pierced
By scream's of predator's and prey
Turmoil and malicious strife
Becomes heart breaking reality
On a polluted mudball called earth
Insanity reaches a boiling point
And hell is burstg at its seams.
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Jelly bean warships judiciously cheering for the enemy?
The old timers do not understand this unnaturalness.
“It is an inescapable truth today,” Sgt. Mars Bar told them.
“We are all about preserving the rights of everyone else.”
Some tittering twits known as Smarties marched by at that second.
Several poked fun at the old-timers, calling them names like
“Crappy, Tired, Worn-out and Needs Energy.”
“What about our rights?” Captain Seniors asked him.
“What rights?” Sgt. Mars Bar asked. “You are invisible.
I thought you knew that. Didn’t anyone tell you?”
The youth kept screaming mean things to them,
making them realize some people could see them.
“So everyone has rights but us,” Major Oldster said slowly.
Sgt. Mars Bar nodded.
“Because we are invisible?”
“Exactly!” This was the last military exercise most of them attended.
I don't know many people so urbanized
they would not prefer a nature preserve
and star light
for neighbors, day and night,
over a new developed suburbanization.
Not too many people smile
when they drive by a familiar farm
with woodlands,
now scraped and scaped,
graveled and turfed,
cut down and razed with concrete foundations,
ready for more humans
not preserving natural relations
with more diverse species.
Nature preserves
promote both natural and spiritual reserves.
External nature preservation
emotionally walks
senses
feels and smells and touches
internal spiritual reserves,
sanctuary,
sacred habitat.
Most of us still cherish
natural multicultural places
as also spiritual polyphonic spaces
to visit,
know as cherished neighbors.
Few of us still live and love
as residents among sacramental traces
of past Paradise.
Even if right-brain's emotional integrity of Earth sensed
as an interdependent matriarchal reservation
for restoring justice
through multicultural preservation
of inclusively democratic peace
has atrophied
to prefer the smell of asphalt
and chemically treated turf,
Together,
we can still remember
sacred ecological relationships,
glowing star lit nights,
cherished campfire habitats
following only DNA's inspired multicultural health
as spirited happiness
regenerating prosperity instructions.
Natural wisdom
that what is good,
even for autonomous ego-development,
is also healthy
for sacred Nature's preservation,
including Humane Places,
natural
sacramental voices,
emotionally and cognitively intelligent
Reservations
about what is healthy progress
and what is impoverishing regress
aggressive transgress.
Often,
in left-brain dominant prose,
We invest capitalized empowerment intention
in unnatural domesticated places,
re-nouns and pro-nouns more Proper,
speaking of independent ego-autonomy's
drive-by missions,
And,
we fail to naturally reserve more capitalization
for what feeds our Spiritual Integrity Preservation.
Met a spiritual flower, descendent of protectors of the lands of Tulum, in times long ago. Her eyes, so unique, captivated me, it was hard to look away. I felt gazing into their Depths,The spirits of civilizations of a different time and place. They seemed to speak to me, crying out, " why must our sacred balance with nature, be violated by men from another world, with eyes blinded by greed, incapable of feeling or hearing The voice of the spirits within every living thing? This spiritual flower, it is a woman now dedicated to make a difference, in the lands preserved from the ignorance and folly of men. Is she a modern day vessel, for the ancient ones I felt within?
It's not too late to be that lassie,
who speaks out loud and is some times sassy..
It's never too late while one has breath,
to take that chance, preserve what's left..
It's not too late to be restitute, in a quest
for fairness, to share one's truths..
It's never too late in a land with freedoms to
appeal to it's people to reflect and to reason..
It's never too late to turn that page,
with hope and love for a better age..
The fawn arrived at one o’clock on a sunny Sunday
In the middle of Australia, where her mother had consumed bits of hay
The birth was easy, onlookers were silent, loving their deer
This fawn, named Sassy, was glad she was born in the meadow here
Some deer are born into an anxious, hunter’s kind of world, but not she.
With confidence, she began to nurse, feeling happy to be Twitchy’s baby.
If I were a deer, I would want to be this one for sure.
The people who raise her herd have hearts that are pure.
PRESERVE RELUSH- Choose Wisely your What Guards
Your Heart for We are Products of our Environment
The rain mine tears, earthen grounds lusted flesh
I am that I am a light
I am that I am in His sight
Created soul I so shine ever bright
Terrain grounds fervent rains swollen trees
Non disant I am that I am
Heavenly being shining bright- I am light
Darkness please there be nothing in creation
Stand though I am in the atmosphere environment
Nothing on this Earth or universe
Nothing shall in me be dispersed
For God in you, with you, you're the wise shielding part
That guards my heart
As I am a product of our environment
I Choose Wisely what God's my heart
4th Place Win in Contest
10/17/23
For pick a topic sentence poetry contest
Sponsored by Miranda Hawley
Preserve me Lord
Preserve Me Lord
Save me from the evil one
Save Me From Myself
Oh, Lord preserve Me Lord save me from the evil one
Save Me From Myself
Protect me from the promises of this old world
Renew the blood in me
Save me from the enemy
And prove me preserve me
Lord save me from the evil one
Save Me From Myself
Oh preserve me Lord
Save me from the evil one
Save Me From Myself
Oh whoa oh oh Lord Save Me From Myself
Why me Lord guide me Lord renew me Lord strengthen me save me
Take me from the presence
The presence of the Violent Men of this world Shield me from the devil's in the spirit snares Keep me Lord
Guide me Lord from the hands of the wicked one
Shield me from their guns
Preserve me Lord from the unrighteous one save me from the evil ones
Save Me From Myself
oh Lord preserve me save me from the evil one
Save Me From Myself
Preserve Me Lord
Reference. Psalm 140
Written by James Edward Lee Sr (©2005,2017
October 23 2005
The elixir, the liquid transparent treasure
flowing through the caverns of rocks unto the unfathomable abysmal layers of the Garden,
Replete in rivers, streams, brooks and cascades.
Who gave you all these?
Pensez bien ! Rappelez bien !
Les arbres, les herbs the fauna et flora on the valleys and the peaks of mountains, plains and prairies, the largest Fishery that surrounds this civilized planet with its trillions of schools , fleets and herds; and the oasis at the vast stretches of dreadful deserts.
Who gave you all these?
Pensez bien ! Rappelez bien !
La Lune et le Soleil - the queen and the king of the heavenly orbit and the million minions of celestial celebrities with their ceaseless service and servitude turning the canopy unto a kaleidoscope beyond comparison.
Who gave you all these?
Pensez bien ! Rappelez bien ! Praise the Lord and preserve the prize !
Ça, n'oubliez pas !
Many have gone
Family, friends, sacred and godly
Leaving moments as mates
Inspiring and motivating
Placing life before the eyes
Far from imaginations and dreams
Memories allow to relive the life
Past turns into present
Pleasant or pesky; good or bad
They are an experience,
A bunch of events and encounters
More of a realization
During a bout of severe adversity
I recalled my late father’s skills
Deriving the combating courage
During the exciting spell I found
Memories are not mere mental spurs
They are concrete recitals of the self
I admire the nature for bestowing
The power to preserve the past
An attribute that grants continuity
An association to the gone
Rejuvenating the hearts and souls
With wonders, smiles and grief
Life is palpable, candid and real
The moments are never dead
Past does not dissolve the personhood
We are a symphony of eternal notes
Old songs remain inside the heart
Mystifying melodies resonate at times
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