Best Reserves Poems
International Earth day prompts us not to forget
that the world we inhabit is under great threat
Blue oceans are being choked by plastic pollution
reduce, reuse and recycle is the simple solution
The balance of nature has been upset by man
species close to extinction, poachers strike if they can
If we don’t act quickly these rare breeds we’ll lose
their only protection is in nature reserves or zoos
Felling the rain forest is an issue we must combat
deforestation is destroying animal’s natural habitat
The effects of global warming on earth is far reaching
reducing fossil fuels is what we should be preaching
Educating both young and old is the key to success
we must act together to try to sort out earth’s mess
2/17/19
Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. Rachel Carson
Earth shows off it's evergreen trees,
a home to the yellow bumble bees.
In the winter there can be a deep freeze,
with a cold breeze.
The birds are sitting as close as fleas,
saying warm up please.
Warmer weather is on it's way,
it will be here any day.
Little ones want to go out and play,
watch out for the big blue Jay.
Today we have clouds of gray,
blue skies will be here for May.
Earth the beauty you show,
you wear a magical glow.
From the evergreen trees that grow,
to the rivers that flow.
You are priceless cargo,
even to the old black crow.
MAVERICK FREE VERSE
A hero is not each man
Lying on green battlefields
With chest riven, bloody hands
Waving at his honoured Death.
A hero is that man,
Who grasps his broken sword
And fights fiercely, without remorse
The demons drowning like a flood
The island of his soul.
He who dares to wake the sleeping dragons,
Only to struggle against their fire,
Even if ash is the last flavor he'd taste,
His spot next to Peace reserves and merits.
Heroic only are the eyes which sight
Those lands of Glory,
Lying only few steps away
From the Other Side of the stone world.
With David's bare hands
A hero angrily attacks against Goliathic fears,
Seeking the final redemption, the brightest triumph
For his troubled, divided soul.
Within a Solitude, never to be restored
A lonely rider chases the fifth Season.
Blessed is this man, who cries
With Heaven tears of freedom,
Tenderly embracing his fragile human traces.
Is there any deed more gallant, after all?
I watch anxiety play across her face
my heart lurching
my insides upheaval laden
somewhere in the misty consciousness
it dawns
she carries my heart
and I weep
for there's no room to keep
the worry at bay
"I just think...this world is too hard a place for me."
I hear my own words reechoed
from a younger voice
a younger version of me
how can it be?
how can it be?
I thought she had more of him than of me
his calmness
his laissez faire fanfare of confidence
"let things happen as they will" exuberance
The..."don't obsess
no internal mess" productivity
It's not to be....
she carries my heart, I see
her voluptuous figure eaten away
to a size she's always wanted
but not from diet discipline
or extremes of exercise
not this time...
"I'm anxious, Mama."
What can I say?
My carefully crafted confidence in her
for being a stronger woman
than I've ever been or could ever be
is hit at the core...foundations shaken
Oh...why must she be
so much like me
and in secret, I weep
for the daughter who must keep
a heart
too sensitive, too weak
for a world
belligerent....bleak
"I'm anxious....
I'm anxious, Mama"
And I'm left with a week
before she goes away
to pull my wits about me
to know what to say
to fill her with strength
pulling on the reserves of sanity
still left to me
to set her free
Oh...to set her FREE
and let that anxiety
settle....settle...settle
enshrouding not her
but only...
......me
Eileen Manassian
Synchronized
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
Long and slender with graceful curves
Your embrace, curled close to my back.
Two peas in a pod, loves reserves.
Souls seek sweet slumber without lack.
Steadfastly, adoration grows.
And night’s sleeping becomes a dance.
Darkness befalls tomorrow’s glow.
Hypnotic grandeur grants love’s glance.
Synchronized, our two hearts leap.
Always, snuggled with true love fed.
Short and cushy, without a peep
We as one are to slumber led.
Two peas in a pod passion melt.
Cuddling in the twin sized bed.
Why vote for governments
That uses you
That abuses you
Confuses you and refuses you
Why vote for governments
That doesn’t respect or defend your rights
And fight with all their might’s
Why vote for governments that are not contrite
And feel their evil doings are alright
Why vote for governments
That steals the meals off poor people’s plate
Yes I know you can relate
You lobbyist and you rich conglomerates
You leaders brought this world to this state
You closed equal opportunity gates
You email-gate, water-gate, racial profile, hate!
You collaborate to devastate by inaugurate debates
And brain washing mandates
You empty and launder it
The treasury’s financial reserves hey wait!
You vaingloriously defend your scandals eh mate
Yeh! You really forced me to explashiate
Against fractured cannibalistic nature politics
Syndromes of “eat ah food” government’s historics
Past and present, you categorize and polarize
Our society for your sooooole benefits
Eh why vote mate?
©Copyright August 27, 2014 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved
One individual called "she" stepped into the sheets of a life story
Sheets that used to be occupied
She walked back and stopped at a chapter which tell the story of an obsolete chamber
A space which stands for behalf of the memory and wounds
A diorama played by shadow
A story with no beginning nor end
They've been there with decent backgrounds and decent light spectrum but called gray
The view was frozen, the chatter was muted, and that feels fell into the melancholy
Those with the outstretched hands which too high to be reached
Those with the self existence but too blind to be seen
They abandoned as a figure of reserves without knowing the essence of a solace
And that individual creature went on her way back to the labyrinth of time
This time someone seized by the story of a root baste
Those roots were heart in shape and the hue carved a warmth, but once howled a bitterness
This chapter tells the story of a lush tree with the fruit of love
Fruits that contain the complexity of love, passion and a place to berth
And the fruit of love revealed its story to someone
Those who hide behind their false mannerism had carved their name on her shoulder
Those who have offered their hearts and bent on their knees
Those who play fire in a lust, fell into a seek
But the love that she wants still unable to cover the part of this story
From the fruit of love to the sheet's of light
This chapter tells the story of an old house with extensive bed of flowers
This house represented the aesthetics, peace and harmony
A house which brings relief, spaciousness and joy
In that house she knelt, release all her mess
To the house the journey was anchored
In every sketches that have been through
None could live without the presence of others too
Obsolete chamber, lush love tree, beautiful bed flowered old house
Those who were involved in each story of the bulkhead of life
Those who were crawling along and came from different angles of infinity
Those who were instantly filled the pieces of shoot and became the shoot
They are the perfect gift for the imperfect souls
Not as a complement nor as a reserves
Yet as the major part of the heartwarming life story
Last words spoken
Last will broken
Last love token
Last words spoken
Last soul shredded
Last imprint embedded
Last trauma threaded
Last soul shredded
Last fear realized
Last life immobilized
Last dream immortalized
Last fear realized
Last answers revealed
Last kiss sealed
Last fate unveiled
Last answers revealed
Last words mattered
Last dreams shattered
Last reserves scattered
Last words mattered
Last tears cried
Last years tried
Last empty pride
Last tears cried
Last battle fought
Last solace sought
Last fading thought
Last battle fought
Last love made
Last attempt played
Last memory fade
Last love made
Last words said
Last love fled
Last heart bled
Last words said
I'm too nervous to resurface,
it's not that I'm worthless
or don't want to work for this,
my motive sits motionless.
Can I bring it to your attention
I need an intervention
to save me from selfish behavior,
a salvation of circumstances
serving me chances to be my own saviour,
challenging this circling hell that prances
unnerving me a certain future
of out of service hope and mischance
where I can't sense my humour.
I'm not stood with hands out
looking for handouts,
I just need that first time wind up
to get the engine ticking
and give reserves corrupt
and vigorous in control of my mind a good kicking.
It's as though I'm not the one that drives
this life I ride,
it's as though I'm not one with any drive,
a life without pride,
but I believe I can once again strive
if I find my stride,
I will breathe and bleed myself alive,
I might be lost but I've not died.
"Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts." Quote by Rachel Carson
I lay my head down on the cushion
Floor, alone in respect of the poise
Forest, yielding large old timber, embraced
Amongst the oldest plants in existence
On earth, cradled viridescent undergrowth.
I turn to sound of shuffling leaves,
A warm magic of dreams from long ago
Its movements and gradual transformation
That still stands in its prideful importance,
While water flows beneath its sole.
I serenely connect, melt with nature a resource
To supply and sustain a calming well-being.
So much effort
goes into feeling well...Man,
I’m exhausted! There’s nausea
from supplements, the squeak
and throb, Just One More Rep!~ exercising…
Man, I’m exhausted!
As much effort
going into relaxation – rush to get
things done (always a backup of
things); shuffle schedules, get sitters
for the animals – Man, I’m exhausted!
Even love, the chores, the cards,
the gifts, the emotional lifts...honey-does
seeming to have endless reserves,
never running short on pantries of
exhaustion.
Someday, probably, I’ll
wake-up, unpleasantly surprised
and find myself either stoking furnaces,
fluffing angel wings while polishing
the backside of clouds – Man, give me
a break!
Ouch!~ finally something I asked for….
Inspiration- Title 3, Earth - "Those who contemplate the beauty of the
earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts."
Quote by _Rachel Carson
since young I have loved the forest and woods
there is such a comfort like a warm blanket wrapped
I just breathe in all the scents and the sounds
each little bird song drifting and mingling, mingling
I love all the green hues that soothe my soul
the brown earth has energy and strength to give me
so, I lay down and the earth is talking
not in words . . . but in emotions like a sad song
I hang my golden hair in dappled sun
like a woven spider web it billows and flows
clouds in the blue sky sail like ocean ships
I imagine floating on waves, drifting, drifting . . .
I follow the sound of water flowing
and come to a stream where ducks and swans are floating
though life has been weather-stained I am strong
this earth and all parts need my love and attention
something has a hold on me and my soul
I am filled with inspiration and thirst for life
wanting to make an earthly difference
oh, God the creator . . . guide me to a purpose
the earth is endless with places in need
pollution is destroying her perfect beauty
oh, some things I have no control to stop
but, I can help, I can volunteer, be involved. . .
I like your love
It's pure, it's innocent
and I don't think I've seen this before
You replenish my reserves before it's necessary
you lift my wings up and
make me superior to my adversary
Creatively providing the exact amount of
what I need to go another day
I like your love
and for as long as you'll have me I'll stay
You make me comfortable in my space
What she share cannot be replaced
with any other type of love
be it artificial or tainted or lustfully blatant
Those illusions don't exist because
we found this love and we claimed it
I cherish those nights when I scratch your head
When you sit between my thighs and I twist your dreads
We become an us that is so pure
that the spring waters question the purity of it's source
I like your love - it's a divine force
A land once lush and green,
Virile and fertile,
Fattened reserves from dignified labour,
Then the discovery,
Greed rears its grotesque head,
In its entourage,
Nepotism, marginalisation, bribery and corruption,
A deprived populace in lack of leadership,
Restive youth clamouring for direction,
Rumpus instigated by mortification,
Balls of fire rage day and night,
Illuminating the sky,
Ripping holes in the stratosphere,
Rain clouds brood in eagerness,
To drench the land with acid,
Sun blazing with vehemence,
Scorching all life,
Floating carcasses in blackened rivers,
Sullied soil rendering no harvest,
In decimation lie the herds of the field,
Mother nature drowned,
In her own bodily fluids,
Life turns to death,
Lush and green becomes dust and ash,
Peace and tranquillity evades,
In its stead,
Ruckus and chagrin,
Swollen earth,
Sated by the blood of innocents
A Winston churchill’s declaration
to a tiny nation situated in the dark continent
due to its magnificence and sight capturing habitat
only matched by the electrifying effect of its hospitality.
A country where wealth has long made a short call
and yet to return to where it is needed.
Starvation on Boda-bodas, perambulating across its communities
as a longing for good life is never satisfied.
Yet happiness supersedes lack
on a nation which is tree loving;
a global competitor in Bananas, pineapples and Avocados
and a home to extinction-kissing Gorillas.
Satisfaction from pan fried grasshoppers
equates the appetizing feel of Italian pizzas and Turkish Donas.
Gender division of labour quite one-sided
where men are roof installers and women, the actual builders.
No wonder, female engineers and contractors
have long attracted the norm in a society
which is in love with Bicycles
and buttoned by a twin dry seasons.
Bwindi and Mhahinga are major game reserves
but its stand out feature so unique
is the simple fact it’s the youngest country in the globe
with one in every two, fourteen or below.