How long can nature bear a world that sinned
As oceans rise to swallow up the shore?
Our business greeds are scattered by the wind,
While maddened skies demand we build no more.
The dying forests gasp for cleaner breath,
The rivers scream against their concrete chains,
We dance a blind, collective march to death,
Ignoring patterns in the monsoon rains.
And yet, hope stays put in the soil and seed,
If human hearts untangle pride from power,
To take from Earth no more than what we need,
Before we reach the final, fateful hour.
The cycle heals, erasing every fear,
Though man has lived behind a fenced frontier.
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Happenings | 20.09.2026 | Earth, nature, ocean, rain, river, world, crown of sonnets
Be they the moving air or frozen seas
That need a passport, visa, nor frontier,
Unmapped that flow all free, untamed with ease,
Like winds that fiercely sweep sans human fear.
No mountain bows to architect’s false pride,
No forest stands as guard to stolen wood,
And rivers dammed, turn to a stormy tide—
The sign, now red, ere warning amber stood.
The poets turn to birds and blooming flowers
To find the truth and track the tolling bell,
While nature warns of these dynamic powers,
It’s strange, man still hesitates in his hell.
But wisdom wafts upon a shifting wind:
How long can nature bear a world that sinned?
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Happenings | 19.09.2026 | atmosphere, forest, ocean, river, wisdom, crown of sonnets
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Written By: D. Collins 3/8/26
It was the word used when Spain killed the Aztecs.
Is it now America's agenda if Cuba is next?
Venezuela and Iran were the first on the list.
Hopes to reign in Canada was abruptly dismissed.
Are Mexico and Brazil within obtainable sites?
Since they don't have nukes or our military might.
The conquest may extend to Argentina and Peru.
Our bullying tactics are what all bullies do.
Iran is the exception that has gotten us drawn in.
Israel finally found a bloke to fight the war for them.
The conquest is moving forward with ferver and passion.
What we once called wars are labeled kinetic actions.
Our central vein is like a band of steel
As such, how may we speak of chakra points
Upon ego death we begin to heal
In a oneness field where God’s touch anoints
Embodying the light within we see
Boundaries drawn were merely thought constructs
Our pristine consciousness is always free
Known clearly when lower mind self-destructs
Manifestation is a wisp of smoke
Dancing as just do, puppets on a string
When fires of desire we cease to stoke
In the void of silence, we alone sing
Chakras was what we were talking about ~
That in truth nothing exists, have no doubt
That in truth nothing exists, have no doubt
Yet in life’s lucid dream of we but pause
Stuporous mind stilled and our heart devout
Clear light dawns as our identity thaws
In early days chakras were in focus
Representing realms we needed to cross
But ambling gently along love’s locus
Prayer on our lips, we discard the gross
In time nodes entwine, with God’s will align
That with map of our consciousness redrawn
We become the flame that carries His sign
As transcendental light that ushers dawn
On ceasing thinking we begin to feel ~
Our central vein is like a band of steel
Written By: D. Collins 1/31/26
I predict a hockey hat trick is coming soon.
Where another poor soul will meet their doom.
There's a saying that death always comes in threes.
And the Grim Reaper doesn't like to be teased.
There'll be countless abductions before the hat trick.
Then the shock and awe of another government hit.
The hat trick chooses not to be ignored.
And has one foot firmly wedged in the door.
The last breaths of freedom is surely on the way.
It is right in front of us each and everyday.
A hat trick is coming. It is knocking at the door.
When will we decide we're not taking anymore?
Written By: D. Collins 1/28/26
Killing someone on their knees, then shot in the back?
It takes a touched individual to do something like that.
A license to kill has been quietly set loose.
Never worry if justice is ever coming for you.
Pardons are already written, just in case.
There's ever a trial for spraying gas in your face.
Kicking in doors with a memo from the agency head.
Where nothing's going to happen if you end up dead.
These are some "F'd Up" times we're now living in.
Where the cabinet members were former best of friends.
A government whose mastered the art of telling lies.
And getaway murder is the sign of the times.
Written By: D. Collins 1/21/26
All that Gangsta talk was hot air in the wind.
He is wearing the kneepads at the very end.
The "framework" has a tenure that is "infinite"..
I guess Greenland wasn't having Trump owning it.
He seems to have had a taste of humble pie.
Macron winking at him with that infected eye.
Served up on the "menu" like filet mignon.
No one is in fear of our bombs and guns.
I love the way Canada's PM bit back.
No sacrificial lamb laid out on a rack.
After a year, I'd thought I never see this.
Where Richey Rich finally got dissed.
Written By: D. Collins 1/21/26
The slow certain death has already taken hold.
In the wheat and soy bean that cannot be sold.
A bailout to farmers is but a temporary fix.
Next year will America be duplicating this?
Will cattle farmers have to streamline their stock?
In not knowing if they'll be able to sell it, or not?
It appears our problems have only just begun.
Because we won't be trading with anyone.
A self-inflicted hold will eventually choke us out.
And China will welcome our friends, without a doubt.
The Roman Empire fell because of too many fronts.
We'll see our demise by trying to take what we want.
Written By: D. Collins 1/16/26
I question those who think that it is perfectly fine.
To support a man who ducked and dodged 5 times.
Now Canada and China are teaming up in the west.
Like Greenland, Canada may feel that it could be next.
Slapping tariffs on countries who object to the overthrow.
The rest of the world now sees just how low he can go.
Putting soldiers on the streets in Minneapolis?
Yet, praising the perpetrators of January 6th.
His foot is on the gas heading straight to the abyss.
The direction we are headed is so incredibly ludacris.
Why would Iranians even think he even cares about them?
Lest, they have forgotten how he truly feels about Muslims.
Written By: D. Collins 1/7/26
Project 2025 is staring us right in the face.
Kick everybody out except the Arion race.
Just take over countries like Hitler did.
And shoot down women in Minneapolis.
It sure feels like a welcome to the very end.
In hurry-up mood and expedited fashion.
Similarities can be drawn in parallel lines.
Jews aren't the victims at this point in time.
Written By: D. Collins 1/3/26
Will we now go after those we do not like?
By labeling them under a "Terrorist" guise.
Will China use something similar to take Taiwan?
And Zelenski go down as a Russian pawn?
Iran has been given the "Locked and Loaded" threat.
Will their current leadership soon be next?
Will the U.S. be "Greeted With Open Arms"?
Or, put Americans in the way of harm?
Will Latin America regress to "Colonial Rule"?
And regime change becomes normal and cool?
The global temperature is about to get boiling hot.
By us opening the lid of Pandora's Box.
Will Peng sit by and allow us to dictate the new regime?
Or call it a direct threat to their national security?
This is nowhere near over. It has only just begun.
And we won't be the only country who is dropping bombs.
Written By: D. Collins 12/19/25
He'd say "do good in school" and he'd do everything else.
"That's your only job" and he would handle the rest.
He'd do my hair with pretty berets all around.
Dress me up as the flyist little girl in town.
At cheering competitions he was the loudest in the crowd.
At my college graduation there was no parent more proud.
He made sure I was prepped for the complications of life.
And, passed on the lack of drama found in his genotype.
I wouldn't change a thing, even if I could.
Compared to some folks, I had it pretty good.
If I had to do it, I would do it all over again.
And ask God to please make more men like him.
Written By: D. Collins 12/13/25
Both houses of Congress show us Amoeba Men.
The shape-shifting, bowing down of Republicans.
Lacking a spine that is found in all humans.
Deceitfully calling themselves devout Christians.
At Christmas dinner what do they say to their daughters?
When asked if they consider themselves a man or father?
What level of respect do they actually think they deserve?
When women in Congress have more conviction and nerve.
They were silent when Nords/Swedes were invited to come live.
And some daughters seated at the table have bi-racial kids.
Total disgust and disrespect is wholeheartedly deserved.
By neglecting the many of people they were elected to serve.
Written By: D. Collins 12/9/25
The world has become inedible meat.
So, fowl even vultures refuse to eat.
Resevoirs of toxic streams and lakes.
Filled not by rain but words of hate.
With air that is full of unsavory scents.
Targeting those who possess melanin.
It's a putrid world in which we now live.
Lacking of love from any perspective.
The entire globe has turned rancid.
Dipped into a barrel of sulfuric acid.
We can't digest what's being served.
Or a painful death is what we deserve.
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