I planted trees, but you set forests on fire.
I healed the earth, but you poisoned the rivers.
I told you, again and again,
that the land is not yours to wound—
but you carve its flesh with greed.
How many roots must wither before you listen?
How many storms must drown your cities,
how many fields must crack and crumble
before you stop calling destruction progress?
You have unmade the future with your hands.
You stand in halls of power,
shaking hands, signing papers,
while the earth burns outside your windows.
You speak of policies and targets,
but the trees hear only silence.
I have no more gentle words for you.
You are not kings; you are thieves.
You are not leaders; you are gravediggers.
I have seen your promises turn to dust,
and I refuse to bless your betrayal.
But still, the roots remember.
Still, the earth waits for justice.
The wind carries my voice in the rustling leaves,
pleading with those who have not yet forgotten
to rise, to fight, to heal.
April showers
Drip drip drop,
Little April Showers,
Falling from the clouds,
The rain drops down
Each drip and drop sounds
Different as it hits the grounds
Natures musical melody
It's healing harmony
Pittering and pattering,
Splishing and spitting,
Black clouds are forming,
It's the sky's final warning,
Before the heavens dawning,
And then the rain comes pouring,
Crashing and clashing,
Splashing and sploshing
It's time to dig up some recruits,
Your wellie boot troops,
Raincoat is armed for any puddlish pursuits Umbrella up, stand and salute.
Drip drop,
Drip drip drop,
Drip drop drip drip drop,
Little April shower raindrops.
Been there
Seen it
Heard it
Done it all before
As I
Work as a t-shirt maker during the day
Am on each and ever social media
platform known to man existing
out there on the internet
Drink in pubs with countless know
it all's far to many to count
Am a member of my local fishing club
Host a once a weekly fishwives meeting
on ever last Thursday of the month
Am down with the kids
A lifetime inductee to the
conspiracy theorists
Hall of fame secret society
And am also in the freemasons as well
And yes , yes I do confess to shooting the
deputy but I didn't shoot sheriff that wasn't
me I have an alibi
So when I say
Been there
Seen it
Heard it
Done it all before
It was actually even invented
One thing you can know for sure
Is that
Yes
I am
One of those know it alls
And yes I even have the t - shirt
To prove it
As I made it my for very own self
during my lunch break of course
Just in case anyone asks because I
am on my final warning
For doing far too much taking and
not enough work that I am actually in
fact paid for
“Pshaw!” My grandmother said
as she thumped and bumped about
her crowded kitchen
steam rising, having
heated conversation with herself
Rankled by my grandfather's
latest excuse for not helping
around the house
Thwack! She smacked
the meat down on the counter
pounding and whacking
dinner into submission
Beyond exasperation
stewing, livid
“Pshaw!” She said again
louder this time, making me jump
sounding like the air-brake
on my Grandfather's big truck
letting off pressure
Little and fiery
fierce and feisty
my Grandfather had no idea
what he was up against
the volatile, volcanic fury
of a woman thwarted
“Land's Sakes, Willard!”
was his final warning
but he let it go past that-
to the point of
“Pshaw!”
Yawn
Yawning
I am in love with my bed
While my bloody alarm
Pains my head
Got to get up
Snooze button stuck
Because if I wish to remain employed
And i don't arise from my pit
I am in serious shite
As I am on my final warning
At this point how I would give anything to be rich
Because work is a *****
That money could fix
My head to my bed
And waking to the dread
Of i can't believe my life has come to this
Are you taking the Piss
Don't transfix me with a gaze that shakes
my complacency and threatens to resurrect
feelings I let die--actually bludgeoned to death—
eons ago.
Don't speak to me in that seductive tone,
reminding me that I am flesh, not a well-oiled
machine. Don't touch me with demanding hands
that seek the warmth and fulfillment I can't,
or won't, provide.
A final warning:
If you must try to summon forth a dead or
dormant thing, do so not simply for the challenge
of conquest.
Awakened things must be nurtured.
Posted October 16, 2017
October 29, 2018, entered in Julia Ward's contest--Favorite Free Verse
from October or November 2017
Entered in Brian Strand's Contest
You hear them everywhere,
spewing their venomous words of hate
And if you're like me,
a lover of peace
Then I implore you, do not take the bait
You see them ubiquitously,
their angry images on electromagnetic waves
And if you're akin to me,
a lover of tranquility
I beg of you, don't succumb to their beastly raves
They're always just a touch away ---
from your laptop, cell phone or tablet
Sending subliminal toxic rhetoric,
spread by way of the digital alphabet
Their violent words are as contagious
as the most virulent Ebola strain
Don't let them seep into your heart,
don't let them circulate to your brain
It's a nasty virus packed full
of strident malevolency
Attacking the body politic
with vitriolic intensity
Your soul's not immune
from its poisonous effect
So purge, then delete
and mentally disconnect
Infection's assured if exposed too long,
a final warning issued to link disengage
Or you will fall sway to the siren song
transmitted by the messengers of rage
*
Damn, this guy sounds really angry
*
The following flyer has been posted all over my neighborhood.
*
Poisoning stray cats is Against The Law.
All violators will be prosecuted by me
To The Fullest Extent Of The Law!
I know who you are and I have the proof.
Photos, video, autopsies too,
I have enough evidence to arrest and book you.
Cease And Desist This Now and I'll be through with you,
because I'm a very calm and reserved individual generally.
I live my life at a very slow and stress free pace,
but abuse any animal and I break into a crazy
that will make your worst nightmare feel like your happy place.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
*
PS:
Just to give you an idea of who you're messing with,
I have no qualms at all getting the press involved with this.
This Is Your Final Warning, CEASE AND DESIST!
*
Damn, I wonder who is posting all these flyers in my neighborhood.
*
Justice has failed many I know
For you and I there is little to show.
You see, figures are not made from these times
Government bodies care about the crimes
Promotion is made on ‘helping’ those who dare
Endless resources pumped in to show ‘we care’
Youth intervention, counselling and a final warning
All this goes on until the day is dawning
Higher salaries are not for helping the innocent
A quick call will do, doesn’t that seams a little bit bent?
We are the ones who have had the raw deal
We would never hurt, damage or steal
It seams to me the more honest you are
Justice cares less and I find that bizarre.
Governments look good by how many criminals they catch
Then they will always come out with out a scratch
As always there is no money to be made in the cure
Solving problems and reinventing new, that’s for sure
Moral obligations and responsibility dissolve like salt
Always someone else to blame, but never their fault.
To say crime never pays is a phrase I want to believe
I suppose its what the individual wants to perceive
Punishment to fit the crime, that would be nice
However, there is more logic in just rolling the dice.
lightning flashing
thunder cracking
trees a snapping
winds a crashing
sprits rising
real destruction
spectors dancing
storm romancing
rain falls washing away
demons of destruction
free our minds once more
bells a tolling
final warning
streets of concreate
destroyed by morning
people praying
others slaying
rain falls washing away
demons of destruction
free our minds once more
My sculptor diligently crafted me
For I am a recipient of his
Love, shining bright for all to see
And has given me a choice to kiss
That I shall take to seek my course
Though, the truth was planted in me
But my youth was brutally forced
To embrace things I should not be
Doing so, I conceded out of fear
To the burning stone of promises
Ruined myself for I didn’t hear
The final warning of the voices
Its fake brightness crippled endeavour
Moaning in solitude for I lost the trust
‘Cos I did not hold firm to the fervour
In vain, my life I unwillingly entrust
Now, I’m seeking his loving-kindness
Calling only in his name again and again
Let not impatience once more repress....
Begging him to recreate me, to ease the pain
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