Write Earth Day Poems

In the Cosmic theatre where stars, our earthly desires spy,
Unsatisfied dance on the stage of apathy, beneath the cosmic sky.
Seeking comfort, a tragic script unfolds...

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MusEcology
is like musicology
except music theory
is about how to write
outside
resiliently capturing what is felt
and heard resonantly flowing first
inside

Using a shared
polycultural (P) notation
Language System.

While MusEcology
mind sings
and body...

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Spring winds blow their sound,
Winter now is bound.
Knees in,
Melted, sludgy-browned,
Green peaks through the ground.
These in,
Nature's own impound,
Exiled now, grave mound,
Squeeze in.

Snow tries to reason,
Get one...

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In dreams
i am always lurched by soothing zephyrs
      across the lovely streets of Medina
  
   Searching thy...

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My Globe

Call all to save 
Before late thou it
Collect everyone...

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A Commentary on

"A Note on the [Patriarchal-Colonizing] Treatment
of Plant Names"
by Robin Wall Kimmerer, p. 385
BRAIDING SWEETGRASS:
INDIGENOUS WISDOM,
SCIENTIFIC KNOWLEDGE,
AND THE [SACRED] TEACHINGS
OF PLANTS

I too often accept
with...

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Senryu and Poem, below:
I
Autumn, dawn, clouds, lake:
Flutter of white storm - trash?
Hundred cowbirds: commute

II - The Poem:
Maybe some 200 cowbirds-
All white with adapted, heron-like beaks...

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What few see

99% of people do not care about poetry
and why should they?
The sheep who feed among the olive trees,
 the furtive fox, is crossing...

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These are prophetic poems and apocalyptic poems ...



The Vision of the Overseer’s Right Hand
by Michael R. Burch

“Dust to dust ...”

I stumbled, aghast,
into a valley of...

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I stand on top of the mountain gazing over the horizon
Looking at the clouds rolling by with a message wrapped up in the sky. The...

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The oldies blog
I know of a writer/poet who has dedicated
His blog to old age, being considerably older
then him, I think he is on the wrong...

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I knew of a writer 
who had to take the job as a kitchen cleaner
as no one wanted to publish his work
mind, he always had...

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I.

Espy, distinguish divinely made lively, lovely Trees
He or she, inhales carbon dioxide, then breathes
out for us humans, life given clean oxygen
Stout roots run deep, holding...

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This is dedicated to all of those Hurricane Harvey victims.  This is also dedicated to those who inspired me to write it and share...

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Extolling the great

Protest poetry is a waste of time 
He is a victim of the lion
And the man in the middle
A poet who write nationalistic...

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