Habitats Poems - Poems about Habitats

The fish in the sea, the birds that have dominion in the air, the animals of the forest, these habitats entrusted to our care. We should treat all of God's creatures with honor and respect, must be good stewards of our mother earth, never let her feel neglect. God has granted us dominion over His beautiful earthly domain, to walk upon this earth softly and never...

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forests, swamps, plains, oceans, meadows and even lakes are being polluted, bulldozed and littered for goodness sakes everything is being harvested or relinquished in human’s name creatures are vanishing rapidly! is the environmentalist’s refrain. animal habitats are carelessly dismissed or revamped; who can survive? Eventually will skunks, whales fox, big cats, bees or geese still be alive?...

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We Have Only Ourselves To Blame The way we live now seems barely the same, Enduring one ecological disaster after another. It’s obvious we have only ourselves to blame For changing the climate and the weather. Enduring one ecological disaster after another: Rampant forest fires, pollution, desertification. For changing the climate and the weather - Too much industrialization and deforestation! Rampant...

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Many of our most integral holistic spiritual, re-ligioning, re-connecting, loyal pursuits lead us on an individual inside well-worn faithful path that monoculturally separates internal inside climate issues from Earth's vast extended family outdoor voices of concern and comfort. Higher multiculturing multi-generational poly-regenerational truths are also deeply sensed outside inside quiet contemplation, alone within four straight flat walls, autonomously separate fragments of global life/death epic issues Inside silent still contemplating past rounds fired by negative Muses of DeGenerative...

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SECRETS the patina of time... secrets table tops how many tales could they tell bronzes too secrets removed with cleaning planet earth patina removed... dying habitats scraped clean... naked death reaps death the patina of time... secrets truth exposed and still, we have never learned if ever patina... the air we breathe atmosphere holds secrets of all world life patina microscopically thin protection Patina Poetry Contest - Sponsored by Anthony Slausen 6/26/18...

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When harsh winds strip the trees of leaves, nesting creatures shiver and grieve. *For Brian's two-line contest...

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That first picnic atop Mount Wells with the silver survival blanket and flask steaming with tea and wild flowers bursting yellow, cerise and indigo deep in sedge grass, you said “it takes seven years for Camas to grow back if trampled,” and cautiously skirted the ruptures of colour while I wondered how many years to recover if we tread...

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MYSTERIOUS HABITATS Wonderful is the monument Tajmahal It buries mysterious human track mole It bears the memory of a love that compelled To activate many to shed blood in sweat It casts the reminiscence of a love forced To shed blood and to jail in, his true owner Mysterious trends of trapping self are in site Man researches project and new working kit ...

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Haiku for Hidden Habitats Mournful doves coo Bullfrogs call from tall green reeds Traffic rushes by Fox quietly treads Rabbits from their warrens peak Traffic rushes by Snake moves soundlessly the hawk...

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In the marsh the cattails sway, Brave brown brushes standing tall. Feet firmly planted in their muddy bed.. Giving shelter there to big and small. Here the blackbird builds his nest, A flash of red his sudden gift. Amid the stalks the ducklings hide, In tender down they gently drift. Upon the bank the turtles bask, From hibernation at last set free. Like dinner plates...

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In the marsh the cattails sway, Brave brown brushes standing tall. Feet firmly planted in their muddy bed.. Giving shelter there to big and small. Here the blackbird builds his nest, A flash of red his sudden gift. Amid the stalks the ducklings hide, In tender down they gently drift. Upon the bank the turtles bask, From hibernation at last set free. Like dinner plates...

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