Best The Earth Poems
Homo-Sapiens we call ourselves, rulers of this Earth.
Intelligent and civilized, but what is all this worth?
We're working hard to conquer space...we landed on the Moon.
We'd better solve our problems here, or soon we will face doom.
New industries and factories, constructed every day,
And poisoning the air we breathe...is this the price to pay?
Energy sources are shrinking...what happens when there's none?
Will we, as Earthlings, ever learn to work with Nature as one?
Some in this world still starve each day, while others hoard their gold.
Intelligent and civilized; at least, that's what we're told.
We cure disease with drugs that may cause sickness, the result!
How many dearly paid for this ‘experimental cult’?
We have become a plastic world where everything is fake,
From what we eat to how we look...when will we all awake?
We're civilized, we tell ourselves, but fight our fellow man.
If only we could solve world stresses through a better plan.
With government corruption, morality trending low…
The price of progress we may say...is this the way to grow?
We have upset Earth’s balanced ways, destroying Nature’s scheme...
We’re intelligent and civilized...is it all a dream?
Will we ever walk on Nature's path, take her by the hand,
Restore the beauty meant to be on Earth, our dying land?
Homo-Sapiens we call ourselves, rulers of this Earth...
Intelligent and civilized...but what is all this worth?
I watched a sunset
on the beach at the ocean
The sun touched the horizon
one quarter, one half
Bright, blazing red-orange clouds
Almost down; the sky now pink
Then it dawned on me
I was really observing
our mighty planet spinning
My mind blew gently
in the eternal present
the day I saw the earth move
*The rotation speed of the earth is 1038 mph at the equator
Am I the only one who doesn't care it's raining?
That it's cold outside and no one's on the street
When the wind is blowing a hundred miles an hour
And the earth decides to shake its fist at me
When the elements electrocute my senses
And lightning carves the sky with angry streaks
When flying branches shatter picket fences
And thunder gives an awe inspiring speech
When the water that surrounds me churns and vomits
And the shoreline has no choice but to retreat
Not a morsel of my soul is craving shelter
I choke on rain and plant my stubborn feet
This is the fragile life that we inherit
These are the numbered days that mark my place
The Earth can be so damn intimidating
But I'm happy any time it shows its face
Such little time has passed where once was just
a dream; I lived to love you
beneath labyrinths sky
Sleepless nights, clutching to memories as
they slowly fade echoing
through deprive lace fingers
And I would go, to the ends of the earth
to be close and in your arms
feeling gracious heaven
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These are the times
I sit and ponder at the beauty of it all,
amazed at the bounty of my blessings
Overburdened with foolish reminiscing
For the time has come for the present...
...life's never ending event
I admire the lovely wetness
of unexpected rain
Walnuts that look like human brains
Trees that sprout out of elk heads
to battle others for honor and for mates
I marvel at the convenience
of the kangaroo's curious pouch
The patience of eagles lying in wait
Chameleons (that rainbow reptilian)
shifting colors at a glance,
occasionally russet (at times van Gogh)
The industry of ants,
single file,
row
by row,
by row,
(not one little rebel)
The diamond skin of a pineapple,
amber juices aburst with sweetness
(and even the librarians in their neatness)
...not one little thing is worthy of omitting
For this bird bath of a planet
is positively brimming
with secrets to behold
Like the fangs of fire foxes
that tear into flesh
(but the story doesn't end there,
lest we forget)
For the pricks of a porcupine
are there to remind you,
regardless of strength or size
In the dark every creature
has the same set
of glowing eyes
The sunniest of marigolds
that brings the promise of summer fun
Just as much as the paper I like to fold
Cranes perched on the windowsill
(longing to fly just like the real ones)
There is magic everywhere you go,
no need to reinvent or fantasize
about some hidden secret or treasure trove
I can see the Pacific in your eyes
The Milky Way in a nautilus shell
(you can see it if you're looking,
you can hear it if you're blind)
Just sit a spell and listen
to the eternal song
of the infinite mind
Or catch a glimpse of April fireflies
(the misfit stars that got left behind)
So keep your gold, Leprechauns
Mermaids of old with your siren songs
serenade some other hapless chap
to the edge of the sea (and never look back)
And Genie of the Lamp, keep the other two,
for here's my first and only wish:
I want the earth, and everything that's in it...
...just as it is
PS. Inspired by the poetry of Suzanne Delaney and Carol Mays in their wonderful book, Poems of Nature, Enchantment and Mystery.
The back of the mirror ... that's the world we live in
The outer and inner worlds are undergoing large changes
Those who plant their seeds in the wind - will reap the whirlwind
let's love each other
a fight against poverty -
the vicious cycle
We are all born with the same dreams, hopes and ambitions
The exclamation mark takes over for the question mark
We must work for justice in the world
21/05/2021
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1/ FOR GRACIE
your grace so sensitive
other’s pain penetrates
so intense the hurt -you burn
there’s acid in your tears
one more pin hole in your heart
2/ how do we endure the monster
the monster
the monster -resides
the white house
unwanted -uninvited
and you gracie
erace
a thousand hims
he
the blatant error
you
the corrective balance
and you should know
it is you
mends our ailing world
3/ weak men are too heavy
for the planet to carry
covered in grime too filthy
for the oceans to cleanse
his eyes plastered he sees
nothing
and when it comes to light
even the blind feel its touch
but you gracie
you’re more special than that
4/ you’re the flame that lights the sun
the tender touch soothes the moon
even more -the eyes -color skies blue
and when you cry
i feel your tender tears
because that’s what you are tender
too tender for a world
paved hot with hate
5/ and gracie my heart leaks
and gracie i want to hand you
words -holds your heart steady
you mean more to Earth
all it holds in bouquets
of miraculous paintings
the kind evil folk will never sense
it’s you gracie that center gem
she holds
like me the world recognizes
6/recognizes you’re
a natural resource
drapes the world
in its ultimate beauty
and who you are
is exactly that
the ultimate beauty
displays the hope
we are better than we think
better because gracie -you’re here
Everyone will be salted with fire. “Salt is good, but if it loses its saltiness, how can you make it salty again? Have salt among yourselves, and be at peace with each other.”
Mark 9:49?-?50 NIV
Salt once traded ounce for ounce for gold
To preserve food to not harvest mold
All humans and livestock need salt to survive
As the Queen bee is needed in a hive
Sending out pheromones to give guidance
As we shall hear when we dwell in silence
Let us become the salt of the earth
Absorbing the living water unto a new birth
That we might preserve His word
Coming together into One herd
As the spirit guides each of us in unity
To become a divine community
Each grain looks so tiny
But when coming together is mighty
How can we make salt useful again
By absorbing the the One who brings the rain
Although my human form is gone
my consciousness continues on.
I know you grieve and miss my face,
but I now live beyond place.
There is no pain, or suffering here,
nor hunger, hate or fear.
There's only peace and so much more,
beyond the Earth realm door.
So, when your sad and feeling down,
I'll send you signs that I'm around.
Then when you take your final breath,
I'll greet you at your time of death.
My belief is, we are eternal, and facets of a powerful unseen intelligence. Everything is connected.
There’s a sense in which all life is scum on this earth
(without God as creator), life here (more debris
that just floats on the surface of things, that evolves
to fill niches that former life spawns) has no worth
in itself, demonstrates all life does is make space
for more scum, that will live on life’s poop, or it’s flesh.
And if God does exist, might this God view with mirth,
not the flora, but fauna (that fled from the sea
to escape what would eat it) could think World revolves
for its pleasure! Dare parasites dream that their birth
is a proof of God’s LOVE, virtue, intellect’s, ‘ace
in the hole’ for our kind; hint we’ve souls God should thresh?
Does my life have more value if I have a soul
or does fantasy telegraph who has control?
To choose God makes things’ better?’ Is what I ‘think’ JUST?
If God’s real or God’s missing, what grownup owns trust?
Just how long is one day in the life of a God
for creation took billions of years, should we pray?
Is our Bible infallible, final, ordained
‘truth of God’ or a primer for 1st graders, ark
for man’s soul, meant to save us from ‘downpour of pride?’
We grow trees meant to float us, or harvest what’s there?
Do you lie to your kids when they voice, “It’s so odd,
Why’s sky colored, not black?” Are you filled with dismay
to say, “It’s not my choice, but the color’s constrained,
to be just what it is by creation’s real SPARK!”
The truth’s Science, not faith, or stained truth’s override!
Oh, the mind of a man is a tawdry affair!
Is Spark SPARK? Can we know? Still, faith calls SPARK, “I AM!”
There’s no epigram spoken more valid, less sham!
Truth is God could be ‘real.’ Safe bet universe ‘is’
and reflects God’s true nature (if God sourced ‘Whole Biz’)!
Long Tooth
June 18th in 2020
As soft winds rustle leaves upon forested hills
And fog envelopes depths of verdant valleys
Receiving a missive from auroral emissaries
When the night that dreams of trills and melodies
Awakens the new dawn of ebullient themes
Poised to wish new-day a blessed good-morning,
Let the show begin, with the chorus of robins.
When day cedes to twilight’s orange, rosy skies
Sketching sunset in kaleidoscopic skyscapes
And stars enlighten kingdom of the cosmos
As seductive tunes complement astral ensemble
Serenading a soulmate in lyrics of romance
Enthralled in fantasies fervently longed for,
Let lullaby of heart warble nightingale’s song.
When spring blossoms on tulips and daffodils
And summer devours apples and blueberries
Feasting on bounty of sumptuous grain harvests,
Traversing the seasons north, south, east, west
Where weather’s the best and freedom reigns
Waltzing in ambiance of liberties yearned for,
Let fantasia enunciate repertoire of bird songs--
Sing now, sing aloud, all the birds of this earth
And articulate the splendor of mortal existence,
Lift the song of life, raise cadence to crescendo.
April 30, 2020
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The moment that changed a city
The moment that changed a town
The moment that the earth did move
The moment that walls came down.
Sudden shock in the dark of night
Not expected before a coming day
Jolted from a peaceful sleep
From a nasty brutal sway.
What seemed to be eternity
Seconds that weren't so quick
Suddenly silence spread its sound
Except the echo of an old clocks tick.
Fears for friends and family
The networks all gone down
Checking neighbours in the street
Emotions shaky as the ground.
Listening to the radio
Expecting death to fill the air
Bracing with every aftershock
Terror laid fully bare.
Angels must have worked that night
No one badly harmed
Not knowing in the future
We weren’t to be so charmed.
4th September 2015
Christchurch Earthquake September 4th 2010. The smaller earthquake on February 22nd 2011 was to claim 185 lives.
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Internal Rhyme
The Sonic of the earth’s plate tectonics was given birth
By the unbalanced wobble of the earth
While the wobbling of the natural earth
By carnal mind invention, was given birth
By the carnal act reversing Love’s intention
This is how the earth reveals how Love feels
About the mind’s rejection of Love’s perfection
Earth reels to and fro as a drunk man on the go
Now by our earth’s wobble, our earth is gobbled
Recycling itself, until nothing is left
Of reflected self of carnal human race
With the carnal mind’s every day fast pace
Purity of earth’s internal fire, in a race
It will devour, the external nature
The carnal nature of carnal wager
Made with the man, concerning Love’s plan
By Love, the Dove, giving life it’s stand
Earth in it’s perfection, but mind’s rejection
Which be reverse of Love’s balanced intention
Previously mentioned, by man in God’s plan
Continues to wobble as humans cobble
The carnal mind’s extent, to it’s own intent
Sowing extensions of strife, instead of life
Recompensing together, disregards weather
The signs of the times that lines, within the minds
Of the wise virgins, of truth’s purgation
From the intention, of carnal mind invention
Note: Just a little something my heart gave me, explaining why our earth wobbles on it axis.
I am sure some minds will think this is too simple to take serious. I am sure also our earth’s
weather would be calm if it’s rotation was in balance. The mind’s logic, is it own worse
enmity!
I'm glad to be a tree, but never a maple would I be
for in the months of Fall, my russet leaves would plea
for help when northerly winds blow them all away
I couldn't save them as they sway, clinging to me
I am tall but not as sturdy or majesctic as an oak
Providing shade is fine, but not for those who smoke
I'd be at the mercy of lovers, carving deep in my trunk
No, I'd not be an oak that people gouge, cut and poke
I would consider being a loblolly pine; an evergreen
where birds can nest and perch to groom and preen
Needles never shedding; my branches never laid bare
Blanketed with snow, in a setting tranquil and serene
Maybe I would be happy as a magnolia near a fence
Uprooted as a sapling, once living in a forest, dense
where my sweet blossoms attracted many honey bees
before becoming pods, red with seeds that I dispense
I like my life here beside a stream, content to be a willow
with lush green grass beneath me, used as a soft pillow
my leaves rain like tears, but new ones return in Spring
In sadness I will dwell until then. I am a weeping willow
January 28, 2021
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