In the sand
plastic beach
balls beached
l
e
a
c
h
e
d
into the sand
cleanup
summer season
footsteps
ping
a on the sand
e
l
ecologists
preached
beseeched
o u t r e a c h e d
to teach the reason
of the sand
f
e
l
l
flat
deaf ears
the sea searched
screeched
a silent tear
for the sand
Categories:
ecologists, beach, cry, environment, grief,
Form: Free verse
As ecologists expand our awareness of ecosystems
as win/win cooperative health networks
With co-arising dipolar
interior and exterior
sensory intelligence,
Health optimization
adds deeper meaning
to an old proverb,
"Bloom where you are planted"
In animate
contextual
interdependent
intersectional
multicultural
contextual attachment
rooted intelligence
Experience
relationship
dipolar co-arising communion.
When Ego is inexorably planted
within Self's largest ecosystemic
interdependent metabolic
homeopathic multicultural
resonant musing relationships,
Then Ego is most free
to search
and find
Ego/LargeSelf-Systemic
voices with choices
cooperatively co-invested eco-political
lifetime rooted
Passion WIN/WIN Plays
Wealthy Ecological
Stealthy Analogical
Meldy Musicolyrical
Indigenously Theological
Multiculturally Mythological
EcoWomanist Political
Democratic HealthLogical
Categories:
ecologists, green, health, integrity, passion,
Form: Political Verse
Nature’s beauty gives way to many scientificologists.
The ecosystem expert are our parasitic ecologists.
A baby deer might get corn from wildlife biologists.
Tree studiers are foresters, but why not forestologists?
Limnologists use a special car on water to study lakes.
Meteorologists study and predict weather for all our sakes.
The ones with whom I have the most in common are archeologists.
My second choice would be the dinosaur bone experts, the paleontologists.
Categories:
ecologists, science,
Form: Rhyme
To everyone's discombobulation,
anarchy and pain
were given free rein:
liberty is losing its foundation.
Ukraine's taking flak
for Russia's attack.
Many foreign politicians are corrupt,
and deep-pocket lobbyists pay to disrupt.
Liberty is stumbling!
Global warming is touted as fake news.
Oceans are rising.
It's not surprising
when ecologists beg; the rich refuse.
Money is their king.
Nature's their plaything.
Big business stole a generation's dreams,
promising paradise while polluting streams.
Liberty is stumbling!
The crazies are taking total control:
creating weird cults,
in which hate exults.
Without condemnation, we've sold our souls.
We wear a blindfold,
and do what we're told.
Republican fascists are fueling fears
democracy holds no more value than tears.
White cops shoot black youths, and then go out for beers.
Liberty is stumbling,
its foundation's crumbling.
Categories:
ecologists, america, anger, angst, anxiety,
Form: Verse
Political parties celebrating social improvement
could also grow organic system learning
to engage non-violent climates of health
and to bridge Win/Lose assumptions
of predative evolutionary commitment to differences
as more resiliently powerful
than resonant Win/Win living
natural/spiritual Allies,
Spirited theological heart-souls
and LeftBrain resilient ecologists,
red blooded creolizing missionaries
with green blended climate wealth-is-health objectives.
Optimizing wealthy eco-climates
requires feeding and watering cooperative relationships
among harmonically singing and swinging and swaying parts,
So sacred health vocations
could not be reduced to defending the autonomous Queen Bee
with predative supremacy
too often worshiped,
not so ParadiseToday rewarding,
extending tense pathological codependent climates
projected on, and felt within,
EarthMother's Universal Pregnant Womb
Where and why and when and how
Climate Wealth Breeds CoOperative DNA Health.
Categories:
ecologists, health, integrity, nature, spiritual,
Form: Political Verse
Galactic injections never did go awry,
Majestically enabling us to fly, locate,
With the option of a green skin colour,
We reject shades for a way to the gate.
Standing outside to welcome us come,
Our friends greet our flight thru the air;
Orange juice, coffee, preference ours,
We recline having been a bird to care.
Nypsioc is ours and we look after it,
Because our flying capacities make,
Ecologists of us as we see the planet,
Just as it is, our own place, our cake.
Categories:
ecologists, space,
Form: Rhyme
The world is a factory farm
And no one can save nature's charm
The harm from this binge
Makes ecologists cringe
And stinks like a raw underarm
Author's note: Let the games begin and hold your nose. The scale of exploitation is unparalleled in human history. But don't worry because more industry and technology will save us.
Categories:
ecologists, earth, environment, farm, nature,
Form: Limerick