across the globe bees
risk losing more than we know
~ endangered species
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
In the spring we're hungry
Dandelions are mowed down by the millions
We watch helpless in disbelief
Wordku: 5-7-5- words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Humans
are choking the neck
right now.
They only need
to loosen
their grip
just a little.
But humans
cannot even
do that.
Because humans
have never
had it done
for them.
To be a strong man is a lesson to learn.
We must deal with the heartaches after we are born.
No sorrow, no remorse or making amends;
Everything begin in childhood, where your mind can ascend.
You have to be tough with reality to see things as they are,
To get beaten over and over until you can't take no more.
Fall down on your knees because your heart is weak;
Try not to cry when you're trying to speak.
We just get back up with standards and pride,
Putting one foot in front of the other and don't break a stride.
A smile on our face hides the hurt and pain,
Distinguishing ourselves from the weak man of shame.
No one to comfort us because we won't let you;
Looking straight forward is the mindset we have to go through.
It's a dangerous world if a man lets it be,
Because the man is an endangered species only if people could see.
An evil kangaroo poacher from Perth
Rousted rare 'roos for all they were worth.
But, one day as he wrangled,
In his noose he got tangled,
Now of kangaroo poachers from Perth there's a dearth.
Eons on anvil, hit and miss,
Earth’s not mastered mood of Nature.
But look at this fool of a man,
On dunghill a much crowing hen,
As if has reached top of stature.
Easy may it be to reach there,
Much harder to take the due care.
His seems the right candidature,
Be atop endangered species!
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Reflections |30.12.2018, revised March 2023|
My fingers feverishly racing over the keys,
Searching for the words…the right words
To express in verse my embattled pleas
On behalf of endangered animals and birds.
I was moved to adopt their cause of late
My fingers feverishly racing over the keys,
Recalling the awful fate of Arctic baby seals
Watching a video brought me to my knees.
Learning of the garbage found on high seas
Can we restore them to pristine condition?
My fingers feverishly racing over the keys
While daily, our earth is in blighting attrition.
Soon, rampant pollution will overcome us
If we do not take up this cause, so please
Remember, as a contribution to the crisis,
My fingers feverishly racing over the keys.
Written July 3, 2022
A path is worn
going no where
the perimeter
of a domain
enclosed by a fence.
The pride will not follow,
the wildebeest
too few to encircle
their young
shiver in a biting cold.
A Bengal tiger paces
before a closed door
awaiting
a cold lifeless prey
as broken winged raptors
long for the sky.
A cheetah
races the shadow
of its past.
The silver backed gorilla
thumps an empty chest.
The children leave
in yellow buses
believing the lie.
John G. Lawless
©10/26/2021
Grief Encounter of Endangered Species
howl for me
old woman wolf
howl and bay
at the cold faced moon
she whose crescent crown
pierces all armour.
I will join you
on this midnight hill
to scream and rail
at the far goddess.
then you and I
our voices joined
eyes lighted by lost
wealth of dreams
will turn a stare
at raw souls bared.
until moonset breaks
our primal spell
and turning part
down golgoth hill.
Endangered Species
This one is true
No tongue-in-cheek wink
The poor Hoo-ha crab
Is becoming extinct
They say that the women
Trimmin’ today
Have left the poor Hoo-ha crab
No place to stay
They need warmth and protection
From a natural forest
Or they’ll soon go the way
Of the late Brontosaurus
The poor Hoo-ha crabs
Will never do well
Till women revert
And go au-nat-chur-el
Crabs want to go back
To when women were lax
No pruning of landscapes
No Brazilian wax
A time when the Hoo-ha crab
Multiplied fast
A time for the Hoo-ha crab
Now in the past
And before you jump on me
I know that it’s true
A guy can get Hoo-ha crabs
Just as easy as you
For men now have taken to
Manscapes and trimmin’
At the whim and the pleasure
Of Hoo-ha trimmed women
Note:
Doctors now say
Hoo-ha crab incident
Has drastically dropped
About 80 percent
Girl in red, a dress
Pleated down to her knees, skips
Down the lonely street.
Man in black beret
Sunshades set on face, striding
Down the narrow street.
Girl turns, sees this chap
Hurries her steps, man does so too
Girl runs, man runs too.
The bell denotes my presence and I breathe in all the must,
The old man sits amidst his books himself covered in dust.
I glance around -
Without a sound -
What will my hunting eyes expound?
My favourite place to visit full of wonders and old writing,
Such stories do they tell to me, before you even crack the binding.
A missing page -
Gold words engraved -
Intriguing, so I must engage.
I find the little hidey hole, past modern paperbacks,
An antique chair to sit and stare at what today’s world lacks.
A sense of style -
In rustic guile -
Enchants even the smallest child.
I run my hand along the row of books with golden lettering,
Experiencing all their worth, regretting what we’re forgetting.
They are our last -
Ancestral past -
They speak to us in volumes, vast.
They call to us from history and they ask us to remember,
Before they too become extinct, they are a dying ember.
Our legacy -
Technology -
Where knowledge waits on scratched CDs.
ENDANGERED SPECIES
Where are the nuclear units
The mother and father team
I’m looking for you
You on the verge of extinction
Is it a myth that once stood strong?
The wall that held us up so long
The barrier that protected us
Is it myth, fiction make believe
Ideologies are strong
Tells me to go on
The American Dream
Mother, Father you and me
An emotional need absorbs me
Are we really doing well?
We must prepare for what may no longer be
An endangered species we might be
Ideologies are high
Set up in the sky
Can we reach survive the climb?
And if the endangered species falls the climb
Will it break us? Will we survive?
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