I am forever roaming, turquoise,
Thrashing, with a roaring noise.
I'm often kissed by sunset's lips,
Red in passing, on endless trips.
Reflected in my sparkling deeps,
The sky I once was, often peeps.
I'm foliage and flowers and birds.
I am so much, but I'm also earth!
Lately, I'm more blue than green.
Save the planet! Keep it all clean!
From all the sorrow veiling this pith of Fire,
From all the greyness obscuring our martyr,
To all the shame Creations’ breathing satire,
Man, what do you hope, you liar?
What do you dream? What do you mean?
What do you deem? What do you seem?
What be your judgement from Supreme?
Why should you be let to breathe?
From all the Beauty you have seen,
From all the Earthliness in your sight, albeit dim,
Mercy from the Lord should hallowed be extreme,
For otherwise, you shan’t be living!
Stretching far around the seas
Slow and steady, grace and ease.
The ray he glides as like a bird,
Under the foam no sound is heard,
The waves above may rage and wither,
But the ray lives on without a shiver.
Still as we dump into the brine
These waters which were once divine,
Sewage, plastic, waste and more
We've reached the point we can't ignore.
Our oceans they are suffocating
From pollution of our creating.
So let us pledge to change our ways,
To save the turtles and the rays.
On an Earth Day like today
I see a ray of light and sway.
I perceive a horizon that seeks
and speaks of health and happiness.
That pledges that the food we feast on,
and the water we drink are cheap and safe.
That safeguards that the air we breathe
and the goods we use are as harmless as possible.
On an Earth Day like today
I see a ray of light and sway.
I become wild with positivity and tenacity
when I see practices of rewilding and restoration.
The modest efforts to protect and respect local groups,
vulnerable wildlife and valuable ecosystems and species.
On an Earth Day like today, I plead for the people who seek
to slow the rate of global warming, pollution and deforestation.
An ancient oak has been cut down
Its leaves were always falling down
Its sin was being messy
An aged Weeping Fig on a paved parkway
Town Council all agreed it could not stay
Its sin was its roots that invaded the asphalt
A towering Maple that grew next door
Was also a victim of this war
Its sin - was growing too close to the house
The sins of trees are really sins of man.
Who planted them without a plan.
Contemplate these empty spaces and weep.
These places left where a tree once stood
Disturb a soul like nothing should.
Accommodate and let them live
Tail-Rhyme
A Tail-Rhyme (also known as a tailed-rhyme) is a type of poem that has a very specific structure. In short, the piece begin with either a couplet or a triplet of lines that consist of rhymed lines. This set of either a couplet or triplet is then followed by a "tail", which is a fourth line that does not rhyme with the couplet or triplet that preceded it. This tail line tends to be shorter in length than those lines within the couplet or triplet. This type of poetry can also be used with stanza, known as a tail-rhyme stanza, but in these pieces, all of the tail lines rhyme with each other.
The broccolis in the forest,
Which make air to breathe,
They show their green feathers
That stem out of their sheath.
Fruits in our appetizers
Fragrance from their flowers
They work for our best
In how they influence showers.
Although their help is immense
We still cut them down.
We burn them for our fireplaces
And they continue to frown.
Soil erodes from places
As floods come sweeping in.
If we don't use common sense
Our end will be seen.
As always has existed
There is a solution to this.
We shouldn’t cut them down
But should plant more of these.
We should treat them as our own
For they are kind and giving.
Let’s all get unified
To get the broccolis smiling.
Let's reafforestate,
It is never too late,
Make an oxygen emitter,
An anti-plastic transmitter,
Atmosphere deranged,
Redress climate change,
Over to millenial brains,
Or we're all down the drain,
Some hi-tech savvy way,
Let's all start today!
In the land of the inherently interesting,
I sit above and watch the vastness of this divine story.
Where spirits live in moving clay,
and the clouds above pregnant with anticipation,
and the green below our feet sings the beauty of a jealous lover.
Where the head rules the heart,
and love is for the dead...
and the rush is now succumbing to a deluded happy ending.
In the land of the inherently interesting,
I sit above and watch the effortlessness that goes into destroying it all.
Nature's Treasures
She sees their crowns had impressively grown
Taller than the obelisk now merely ancient stone
Deepest green like emeralds set on her mystic ring
Forever cognizant and nurtured by a life-giving spring
A gentle presence caresses leaves fervently breathing
Reaching toward heaven imbibing celestial blessing
Over her heart a talisman deciphers cryptic rune
Trees are endowments from beyond the moon
Without trees and grasses fostered by a star...
Planet Earth may inevitably mirror God of War!
***This is an expanded version of the previously posted
poem Cognizant Gems, now with a different title,
"Nature's Treasures"***
10/25/2022
6:20 P.M.
Aboard Rhapsody of the Seas
Limassol, Cyprus
Talk Talk Talk Talk Talk
Why do we talk and listen?
Soon We'll be Quiet
High Priests and Priestesses of Environmental Conservation
My comrades and I hereby present our observations
In light of runaway climate change and glacier-melt
That among our brothers and sisters is so keenly felt
We see no other course but to revert to our former ways
For if not, our future will soon dwindle to a matter of days...
Hence, we recommend retiring all motor-powered transportation
Returning to the trusty burro and steed for all our vehicular needs
A ban we must institute on all electric lights
Let us restore the wax candle to its rightful place in the night
Last, but not least, an immediate halt to all technological development
Returning to our native roots, to be one with Nature in envelopment
O, High Priests and Priestesses of Forward Thinking
Please accept our report ~ knowing that our window for change is shrinking
Prickly Feet.
Along they scurried, with their prickly feet,
Across the grass, quick as a heartbeat,
Into a huddle, the pointed noses went,
For the meal, at her door, they assent.
Little grey noses, sniffing all around,
It was the dog's food, they had found.
To get there first, they did aspire,
Before Mr Fox came out of the mire!
Not many, of us left they thought,
But at this house, they had sought,
some kind food, through the winter,
It’s all they need, plus shelters of timber.
So a few days later back they came,
And now there were four at the door.
So the story ends on a happy note,
Conservation and hedgehogs get my vote.
Call of the wild
On the brink
Nip it in the bud
Salt of the earth
Easy on the eye
R
V
A drop in the ocean
The olive branch
In the nature of all living things
O
Nothing like it on earth
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