First, they sent the dogs
And it became a dog’s toilet,
So, we moved to more remote areas.
Then they burnt the restaurant
So, we carried our own water and fruit
To the fringes of the liveable sands.
So as not to dry out like desert dates
We became slimmer and saved money.
Then they closed the parking lot
So, we walked miles on foot
We got fitter and saw more of nature.
What we saw became more beautiful
With each countering passage
For those of us who persevered.
Now there is hardly a soul left,
But those who are, are strong and fit.
Dune flowers are blooming again
Without the constant threat of trampling feet
And everywhere you can hear the rhythm of the sea,
White waves breaking and reforming refrains
Without the cries and shrieks of spoiled children
Or the barking of undisciplined domestic beasts.
We felt how beautiful everything is
Sub-human, man absent from God’s creation.
And even his attempts of countering and ruin
Were turned into creative and regenerative forces
Within us now greater love’s awareness courses.
Two things make the world bright;
The sun , The moon .
Governing the morning,
Governing the night.
Sending away darkness and grief .
Two things make our life bright;
The sun , The moon.
Guiding and caring
Even though there are reason to mourn.
Two things make the world beautiful;
The sun, The moon.
One is cooler,
The other is brighter.
One care for morning,
The other when needed.
Two things make life liveable;
The sun , The moon.
One source for the survival of all,
The other wait and care.
Two things make life bright;
The sun , The moon.
Both ensure life is bright.
When jealousy takes over,
Both comfort.
Oh nature !
The world is indebted to thee,
Make the day bright,
And yet never complain
Through hard times.
Two things make life inevitable;
THE SUN, THE MOON.
On the edge of despair
That I am not able to repair
Broken in a middle pieces
As the urges to hurt myself increases
Walking on a ledge
Ready to fall off the edge
Balancing finely
With a life worth living is unlikely
Keep trying I say to myself
When your tired of yourself
Self hate runs deep beneath
When there is so much trauma underneath
It feels like suffocation
That it’s impossible for a liveable transformation
Suffering is silent
As more intrusive thoughts are violent
Just a thought they say
But they stay and never go away
On the sharp edge
It’s not easy to step off the ledge
Escape is how it feels
As the desperation mounts and reels
Words,
too many words,
superfluous and useless.
They bind you in a swirling vortex,
drown you in inconsequential thoughtlessness.
Oh for a few moments of supreme silence,
in some secluded space,
where you might not even hear
the wayward wind comes and goes.
A quiet nook, devoid of insane noise,
You then can walk with God.
For even when He became man,
He looked for silent places,
high up on the lofty mountain tops.
So my sinful superficial soul aspires
for that empty sound of the suburb soul,
a liveable lullaby of paradoxical peace,
where the warring world is shut out
There I will find a small cosy corner
where I can meet and talk to God,
my rendezvous with my beloved Lord.
An oasis? Is it imagination?
Maybe desert Frustration?
Here is it there is it fair to share
This tiny bit of paradise in the
Heat hot blistering sun is this
Summer season or just very very
Hot? There is the stream I think
It seams as it might be a Raging
River. No. It is an oasis. Grand
I say nature commands it! But
The desert the sand. Oh never
Mind. Come have a quench of
Thirst. Let your senses skip over
The desolate. Here is salvation.
Savor it. In the middle of a blazing
Waste land? Fall to your knees and
Experience this pleasure. Drink
Be thankful to BE! Have liquid of
Life! Yeah. There theeere you sea
You sea? It is LIFE saving! The
Savior a DREAM in the midst of
Hot heat waving reality? Nameful
Wondrous pleasant present for
Desert wanderers. Aaaah taste of
DEATH no more! Just liveable life
In the breath of non existence!
Fresh! Yeees! Drink drink be greatful!
We are worthy! Are we NOT? IN
THIS PLACE TIME FORGOT?
Hubble bubble toil and trouble
I have water on the brain
The continuous flooding
It is driving us all insane
Rivers are overflowing
So are dams and creeks
Farmers are not sowing
And losing their cattle and sheep,
Streets have turned into rivers
Caused by torrential rain
The stress causes shivers
As it starts to pour again
Trees are uprooting
And crashing, causing harm
Dingy and boats are scooting
To stranded homes and farms
Vehicles and cars are left on the road,
Waiting for the rain to stop,
So they can be towed
To dry land, when they can find a spot,
Houses no longer liveable
It is unforgivable
Nature in the raw
What has this happened for?
Can somebody explain?
It has caused too much consternation,
Financial worries, ills and pain.
He never liked "Bob" - now a success
So Robert Croslin he is
Raise in Baltimore ("projects")
His mom (Aurelia) is grandma to my kids
His only son, a lawyer in DC
In his own right, now elected
Mayor of Hyattsville! (Praise God)
Once, my "good" eye-doctors place
Where I volunteered for its Literacy Council
Memories of Library, churches, New Year breakfasts!
A liveable community, a bit costly now
But memories continue to layer on
Greens getting depleted
Pollution on rife
Water becoming dirty
She watches from sky
Finally can't take it
Tears flow down
We have rain
Pure water flows
Watching it
she cries more and more so that
plants may bloom
Pollution may reduce
Earth becomes more beautiful, liveable
But we humans take her for granted
Keep plundering and destroying
in our mad rush for money and meals
Filtering pure water
pouring it out
at cyclical intervals
she often gets irritated and angry
We have thunderstorm and lightening
But we continue to behave like immature babies
When will we learn, change, behave intelligently
Lies a supermassive black hole.
Let’s beware of this I dole..!)
For it has a power unlimited
With all forces acting overloaded
Gravity and nuclear strong or weak
Electromagnetic induction at bleak
None knows if there is ever
A specific other force forever
What role it has to perform
None can tell if it has any form (50)
Thus we entered a new Golden Age
Of space exploration- an all new phase
With irrepressible enthusiasm and
A deep understanding just grand
Of the cutting-edge research so
In space travel – my favourite lo!
All World-renowned physicists
And fantabulous futurists
Presented a compelling vision of how
Humanity developed in. Wow! (60)
A sustainable civilization in outer space.
Revealing the developments in great pace
In robotics, nanotechnology,
And beneficial biotechnology
That allowed us to terraform
On potentially habitable landform
In the different systems of stars
And build liveable cities on Mars
And of course beyond.
What an idea just grand! (70)
Every human in this planet feels he is very intelligent, ego runs high.
Always trying to reach other planets, boasting endlessly about achievements
Really how much intelligent are humans inhabiting this planet is a question worth pondering
Trying to reach other planets, while their own is in a bad shape is stupidity
High time humans stopped that and used the money saved to save earth, make it more liveable
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Those nights be crazy but livid while my imagination runs wilder than poison ivy which could be deadly
but with the right antidote could be inoculated in a way by means of inoculation metaphorically yet I like the deadly part more so cause I'm falling in love with poison ivy that has deadly force which makes me crave for more ivy yet I'm well aware but it don't seem to stop me from this poison ivy, I yearn it more and more and more to see if I could tame this poison ivy. This Ivy is so evil and deadly I yearn more yet it has never made contact with a woman of my stature, could I be the one to tame this bad, evil, poisonous Ivy to a good, liveable, great Ivy. I believe so. I crave and yearn for more from evil to good is my cause in Iife I crave, only me... I crave more turning evil to good. I am one of a kind told I go whr some Angels wont even go to make a difference for a greater cause of GOOD.
THIS IVY IS ALMOST TURNING BROWN AND BROWN DAILY
FOR EACH DAY I GROW STRONGER AND STRONGER WITH MORE FOLLOWERS. Creator IS GOOD
A New Planet
For me, it is too late
But had been young I would
Have done my utmost to find another planet
Liveable for humans.
Think of it a planet without border
Not carved up into countries and rivalries
And threats from states with big land.
Just one continent where anyone could travel
Where they wanted no passport controls
Or unsightly walls.
A planet without religion to upset the peace
And of course, no political parties
No rules set by the mighty, the authority
Who divert rivers without asking the people?
In short, a planet for the people and
Animals in the wilderness.
Alas, since humans are settlers.
they will take their flaws along
and in time screw it up
Religion and a poet
When I was nine years of age I came to see religion
as a fairy tale and as we know the bible is written
by many scribes during a time, some of them were wise.
I like the Old Testament because it is full
of blood and thunder, the New Testament is a construction
a clean-up of the real thing making palatable for the squeamish.
I think the creator of our world as an overarching intelligence
that when the job was done left its way.
The creator is neither good nor bad for it has no interest in
the world besides creating it, so it is entirely up to us
to make the world a liveable place, alas, so far we have failed.
Mankind have dreamt of extending life long after
its natural cycle even if unseen by the pulsing living world,
that is how some transcribers constructed Paradise so
we can exist into the indefinite and beyond.
To be and not to make no sense other than easing
the fearful heart and comfort the transition into death,
at this point my thoughts were interrupted, my wife
came and told me to do the dishes
Full Yet Still Livable
Can country be full
And yet still be livable
With all of God's will.
Jim Horn
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poets/top_100_poets_most_poems_all_time.aspx
Makes you wonder how many refugees we can accept
and still not affect the total balance of our economy.
Oh beauty
Oh delight
Oh gorgeous want for life
Absence of a wonder such as you, would surely cause me strife
When night doth fall again on blackened soul,
Till ponderous questions rise
A Vision of your remedy, is but a work of felony
Ones life is not that liveable
Until one hears those syllables,
Oh beauty
Oh delight
Oh gorgeous want for life
Absence of a wonder such as you, would surely
Cause me strife.
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