Best Resources Poems
I am Africa, the cradle of mankind,
Where ancient footprints in the sands of time entwined,
The birthplace of humanity, divinely designed,
In my esteemed valleys, where life first aligned.
I am Africa, the cradle of civilization,
Where mighty empires rose with determination,
From the ancient Egypt's pyramids to the Great Zimbabwe walls,
From glorious Mali Empire to Kingdom of Kush, history recalls.
I am Africa, adorned with wonders untold,
From Victoria Falls, a sight to behold,
To the Serengeti, the great wildlife migration known,
The winding Nile River, nature's masterpiece shown.
I am Africa, land of majestic savannas,
Where lion roars and elephant wanders,
From Kilimanjaro's peak to the Rift Valley's floor,
Nature's grandeur timelessly spectacular, evermore.
I am Africa, rich in resources so rare,
From Congo's minerals beyond compare,
To Ghana's gold gleaming bright,
And Nigeria's oil, a source of might.
I am Africa, richly endowed with resources untold,
Diamonds, platinum, copper, and tantalum behold,
I offer fertile soils and abundant rainfall,
To sustain life's rhythm, from the great to the small.
I am Africa, proudly dark-skinned and beautiful,
Melanin-rich, skin kissed by the sun, dutiful,
From the Maasai warriors to the Zulu kings,
Cultures and values that makes a heart sings.
I am Africa, scarred by the slave trade's hand,
As ships sailed away with souls from my land,
The Atlantic's cruel passage, a harrowing tale,
Yet from that dark chapter, my resilience did prevail.
I am Africa, the sleeping lion now awake,
To reclaim my glory, no more to forsake,
I stand tall against any disdain, my destiny to behold,
Socially strong, economically stable, politically bold.
I am Africa, acknowledging and ready to confront my flaws,
To root out corruption and greed, oppressive laws,
United in accountability, good governance, equity, and might,
I march forward with determination, embracing the future's light.
God blesses me each day is a thrill
Overjoyed to learn sharpen skills
Onyx sky that once had a chill
Did change my life through Goodwill
Was at wits end as my pc died
I’m disadvantaged financially tied
Learned that help is a call away
Loving my Goodwill resources today
all applied for the same job,
in the same newspaper
lines,lines of people.
This is the year of reinventing yourself
No matter what it takes
The jack of all trades is upon us
When you can no longer
Dunk with perfect impunity
You have to play the game differently
Grab an organization degree
To top off the all star lunancy
And sit tight with middle aged comeback
The greed of money, has created so much pollution
and overconsumption, of the earth’s material resources
as money has blurred their vision, for the right solution
to solve all our problems, with the right logical thinking
All of this has given us, a lot of health problems
because it has caused, so much inequality of life
to which is why, we have so many society problems
as money is the problem, for us to be in strife
There are many humans, around all our grime
who always struggle, with the stress of life
so out of desperation, they turn to crime
to relieve their stress, to have a decent life
Okay, in many cases people use this term or expression to distinguish a likeliness to becoming what you eat… The truth, really, is that you already are what you eat. The depth of this leading to the reality that, whether it be meat, vegetables, fruits, vitamins, minerals, sprouting greens, or water…. These all already are a part of you. And I’m not talking about man-made chemicals or genetically modified organisms, or even mysterious “diseases” that have been specifically engineered to eventually kill you. I’m talking about what is pure and alive! Our connection to all living things already exists and has for all of history.
However, what many people don’t seem to grasp is the fact that if you are aware of what you are consuming, where is the awareness of countless traumas and suffering that a large range of animals go through just to “put food on the table”, or how many chemicals are sprayed on those fruits you say are so good for you? Sure, there may be an issue of “no time” and the “convenience” for a number of these folks to carry on living the way they know best, but there’s time to start looking at the harm one then causes to themselves through the harm inflicted on everything that is purely and magically connected to them. Every heartbeat. Every molecule. Every breath. Every thing.
A clever horse grazes grass before the dawn phases,
out in the open field, a man gazes,
and amuses as destruction causes.
Due to a river changing courses,
Due to the man's travesty of resources.
Come walk into forest's abode,
To see wondrous beauty the earth has bestowed.
See, I am in many forms,
Can give you shade cold and warm
As a tree
I can be flowing water or a sea.
Crystal clear our waters gleamed,
Fish abundant, rivers streamed
Ocean floors, sandy white,
Now littered, brown, pollution's plight.
Trees towered high above,
But no more loved
Birds chirping is unseen,
Paper has gone and joined the pollution's team.
Cutting trees is not a solution,
It is time to take a Revolution
To care
To be aware.
Come walk into forest's abode,
To see wondrous beauty the earth has bestowed.
As the Cup Runneth Over
thirst
dire, immediate
pleading, despairing, compelling
newborns, world, pneuma, rivers
living, assuaging, redeeming
quenched, blessed
wellspring
(c) sally young eslinger 11/8/2023
I'm an African
Not because I was born in Africa, but I love her cultures and traditions. Her 54 children are blessed with natural resources. The rising sun and the bright blue skies must be my pride.
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I'm an African
Rising from the dusty plains of pain.
This is the land of everlasting strife who stands firm. Her beautiful hips and valley quenches my thirsty spirit.
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I'm an African
My eyes weep for Africa.
Because her cultures have been murdered.
She lies in the pool of disunity, crying for unity.
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I'm an African
Residing in the land of diamond and mountain. Her footprints on the map
might unlock the mystery of freedom from the dark. Her scares image paints the dazzle of her legacies.
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I'm an African
I'm surrounded by Gold, shining Diamond and green barked forests and misted mountains. I'm the producer of oil and iron ore; the planter of gardens,
And the builder of dams.
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I'm an African
Great icon of this Earth.
I feel the sun on my back
And the sand between my toes.
I can feel the blessing of the breeze and
I can hear the sound of the waves.
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May you remember the sail ship
white wake behind, seabirds about
When the bedrock begins to slip
When life's purpose is in doubt
May you remember every friend
When enemies surround
When only on few can you depend
And harshness is the only sound.
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May the mountains come in waves
That lift you up from under.
like desert rain that saves.
Like a cavalry's thunder.
When there's no arrow in your quiver
And when they say you did betray
Think of rafting that foaming river
To wash the bitterness away.
When they hem in your universe
Hold fast to what is true
When life goes from bad to worse
May the forest be with you.
Man is alarming devouring all of earth's resources
When there's nothing left we will be feasting on our corpses
But that would not suprise me that's the way that man is
Ignorant to everything with uncaring survival instinct
So arrogant and blind to other options we could choose
We could be the nurtures not the ones guilty of abuse
We could harness so much more that is sustainable
But money, greed and corruption
Is the scenario on which we repeat
When we've continued to polluting all the seas
When we have finally cut down the very last tree
Will we acknowledge this as our responsibility
Or will we look to pass the blame off
And be saying this future could not be seen
Because if in fact we try to use this as an excuse for what we've done
That would simply be obscene and completely wrong!
Even when you lose, you win
So sit, pick a spot to choose, take a spin
When all you care about is the good and the bad
you really could only find reasons to be sad, from that mishap
its a joke;really, a knife, that stabs you, will a brutal surge of Life
So, before you choke;filling your head with smoke
cause its really quite silly, to grab and grab, merge every urge
with what you want from these folk. Well , they awoke
And their pissed..look at the list
Once again;you chose a path, you created change
you could have fell through, Ceased and desisted
Come out unchanged, unashamed, ready to exchange
But of course you missed
you couldnt resist
couldnt persist
couldnt insist, , that we coexist
No; oh no. Thats the twist.
Anyway , you get the gist
Turn your wrist, come out of the mist
Here; ill assist.
Try not to get kissed
cause People cant consist some kind of bucket list.
Thats why real men use words, instead of fists.-.-
We have a big problem, that is always heightening
and this has become, everyone’s enlightening
We all must do, so much more recycling
because if we don’t, the result will be terrifying
We humans, are destroying our life source
Mother Nature, that supplies our resources
so we all must become, a very big driving force
to recycle and reuse everything, with a stable taskforce
This must be everyone’s, sustainable life cycle
so that we can produce, a healthy food cycle
and a lifesaving, carbon and nitrogen recycle
which is very vital, for all lives vital survival
Let’s get on our bikes, and do a lot of cycling
and make sure, that this is our main course
so that all life, can keep on riding
to make sure, we don’t lose our life source
Starlit Resources
May brings desert winds giving a warm Spring when least you expect it...
Unknown to the letter,
unreached like pictures
Suddenly rising up, uncalled,
Yet pressing on horizons, never defined,
moving beyond rainbows,
Pillars of stone, and lighted caves
Search into the dusk from dawn,
searching for beginnings and ends
October brings rains, waterfalls get started, missed all year
While we search the hillsides for signs of life.
Another Spring more flowers, talking again,
Tides come and go the rooms go past again,
speeding by life
The rest of a domeless habitat
Unspent bottles, shattered glasses,
Forests edging onto gleaming fields of steel
Where primates once again roam the byways of this earth
Questions come and go, far and wide, roaming on the run
ideas are roped in, filed, gassed, and deposited in crematoria
crime spills onto the streets,
cannibal Cretans living in painted homes
Live illusions of their art, only to find trussed bodies, skeletal remains....
Death stalking them
Murder and disease sworn in look tall
Returning questions boomerang through cities
Incredible acrodynamic machines cry for outer space
Unreliable pillars, unseen are made into history
Yet collapse every day, broken by its weight.