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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Concrete jungle; a game preserve 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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...

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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...

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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...

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When in a jam, I try to preserve meditative trance

Synonymous with light hypnotic mode
inhaling and exhaling diffusing anger
lest mine noggin would explode
rhythmic breaths flowed
sustained me red nose (think Rudolph) glowed.

Holistic approach to derive peace of mind
necessitating absolute zero noise
(the slightest distraction
offsets delicate transcendent state)
nevertheless effortless...

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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...

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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...

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We try to preserve it against all odds
  
   Shield it from those who would applaud

       Its dashing on rocks of Never ---

   The Innocence of Childhood forever......

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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...

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" 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...

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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...

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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...

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