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A cloudy sky pouts, under threat of rain,
as a brisk breeze rattles my windowpane.
And a ghostly fog reinforces doubts;
under threat of rain, a cloudy sky pouts.
There's little change; Winter is persistent;
any trace of Spring is nonexistent.
April is gone, and May is acting strange;
Winter is persistent; there's little change.
Winter is stalling, unwilling to leave,
sending signals that confuse and deceive.
And defying Nature, she's stonewalling;
unwilling to leave, Winter is stalling.
There's no trace of the permanence of Spring;
climate change is mucking with everything.
Until Winter leaves, Spring can't show its face;
of the permanence of Spring, there's no trace.
We will be in June before you know it;
Spring is teasing, not willing to commit.
Another miserable afternoon;
before you know it, we will be in June.
Technology knows no bounds as it is -
It blows my mind to even
think of how the world
might be in a hundred years
The optimists among us
have bold dreams of cures
not only for cancer
but for all disease
Big dreams of peace
where drugs guns and greed
have been eradicated
The world political climate
is harmonious and cooperative
no more starvation
and no more war
Poverty is non existent
climate change has been reversed
and the effects of pollution
have been overturned
Equal opportunity for every
woman man and child
the world is one big family
I want to be an optimist
but there’s more money
to be made in chaos
I want to ignore history
and place my hopes
in technology to be the cure-all
I want to dream big too
AP: 1st place 2021, Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2021
In the greenhouse of young minds, we plant the seeds of tomorrow,
Where knowledge blooms and awareness grows, we must not borrow
But cultivate a future, green and bright,
For the climate crisis looms a formidable sight.
Let us root our lessons in the soil of truth,
Let us nurture saplings of wisdom in our youth,
Let us prune away ignorance, let understanding flourish,
Let us water young minds with facts they must cherish.
The earth is our classroom, its pain our urgent call,
Its rivers our textbooks, its forests our lecture hall.
We must leaf through pages of melting ice caps,
And highlight the lines where biodiversity collapses.
In this school of life, where nature is teacher supreme,
We are failing a test with consequences extreme.
But education is our chlorophyll, turning light to action,
Photosynthesising change, causing a chain reaction.
Anaphora of urgency, let it echo in our halls:
Climate change is real, climate change appals,
Climate change demands we rewrite our story,
Climate change tests our claim to glory.
Let us compost old ideas that led us astray,
Let us innovatively recycle knowledge.
In this ecosystem of learning, every student a key species,
Together we'll solve this crisis, piece by piece.
We'll weather this storm with the power of the mind,
Leave no child behind, no solution unrefined.
In this greenhouse effect of collective education,
We'll cultivate a future of ecological restoration.
So let our classrooms be fertile ground for change,
Where ideas cross-pollinate, where solutions range.
In this graduation from ignorance to awareness,
We'll turn the tide of destruction, and show the world we care.
For we are all students in Earth's university,
Learning to live in harmonious diversity.
With education as our compass, pointing true north,
We'll navigate to a future sustainable henceforth.
The climate of planet earth has always been in a constant state of change, but modern science seems to have discovered a pattern of transformation that is very disturbing. Such revelations enable them to predict changes that will occur based on conditions that we mortals have created or have been a great contributor. Whether caused by natural processes over time or due to the reckless greed of mankind matters little, but the bigger question is whether or not we can effect a change, or is it really inevitable that we are ecologically and realistically doomed to annihilation. For at least half to three-quarters of my life, the government and the popular media have given me endless scenarios of, not possible but most probable catastrophic outcomes barring some drastic altering of mankind's current way of life. The kind of climate change that they foresee engenders a wildly ballistic mentality of anticipated pain and lasting misery of yet unheard of proportions, and it has the feel of a movie whose director and producer are prepared for mad dashes to high hills, mountain tops, and cave dwelling as the borders of southern Oregan clear across the Rockies and northern states become mere icepacks and freezer zones. The entire state of California will break away along the High Sierras and slide into the Pacific. Massive earth quakes, tsunamis, ice caps, floods, mud slides, forest fires, massive power outages, regional droughts, tornadoes, and hurricanes will as if having a mind of their own form a treaty to create a perfect storm in the northern hemisphere. Like the wild animals of the jungle and beasts of the wilderness, mankind's only feat will be to survive in an environment where the reasoning and rationalizing ability have been exchanged for a chaotic world of anarchistic instinct. *It is said that the locust does not have a king, yet they travel in bands. I do not look forward to a time when the locust accomplishes more in a leaderless state than we humans will. We will not be unified but disconnected as we slowly drift into a planetary abyss after pounding each other into the dust from which we came. Need I say more about how long this distructive condition will last? I know. So much doom and gloom....but I have too much to declare.
06042017PSContest, The Bleaker The Better, Julia Ward; Proverbs30:27*, NA
THE GIFT
Sliding slowly up the fjord
Slicing silently through the thick brume
We hold our collective breaths
Uncertain what may be revealed
Minutes, then an hour, slip away
Lonely fog horns moan
Breaking the silence
As we pass each other unseen
Each wake rocking us gently
While small waves rhythmically slap the hull
Suddenly, it seems
The dense fog that shrouded our surroundings
Thins
Revealing dark sentinels
Poking above the thick gray haze
In another breath we find ourselves
Gawking upward at towering cliffs
That clutch a hanging glacier
Where the ice sheet that carved them
Meets the Labrador Sea
The oldest and most dense layers
Revealed by deep, arctic blue streaks
Appearing in its face
Ancient, clear melt water
Feeds freshwater pools in the exposed rock at its base and
Rushes its way down to the sea
Sweet willowherb and harebell
Blanket the pools with their
Lavender blooms,
Joined by tart mountain sorrel
Brown, glossy, buoyant
Intertidal bladderwrack
Traces the rocky shore
A playground for any naturalist
A grand feast for any mystic
A rare jewel of solitude
Inspiration for contemplation
The scale of time shifts
A lifetime for the supplicant
But a blink for the land
Giving me hope that its secrets
Survive its impudent children
And, in the meantime,
Those of us with long memories
Will continue to seek solace
In its embrace
Grow little tree and stand tall like sky
Let your leaves grow as they’ll learn how to fly
Grow little tree for more generations to come
Help the world realize that life is only one
Don’t die too early for we need you today
We’ll build a better place, I’ll make a good way
Grow little tree and protect us from harm
From the world that is constantly changing
Slowly deteriorates the air we breathe
Polluting the soil we used to love
Now the forces of nature rush in our land
They kill us for revenge – we are paying our mistakes.
Grow little tree and I’ll save you from my race
I’ll water you each day till you get strong and watch over me
It’s not too late to save the world from climate change
It will start on my hands, I’ll teach my fellow friends
It saddens me every time I see a young tree destroyed
So grow little tree and give me a good place to live
Grow little tree for my young little children
They’ll climb up on you and sit on your branches
Even in my last day in this world, don’t ever leave
You have plenty of reasons to teach people lessons
There is a need to realize at the end of this advocacy
Grow little tree and let’s help the world clean and green
It's not the cup but the coffee within.
Arabica beans, fair trade
organic and shade grown
often from a woman's cooperative in Peru
then roasted in small batches
by a local roaster.
I like mine dark
but my wife likes medium
so we alternate
or sometime mix the two.
The beans ground
medium-course
with a burr grinder
are placed in our
pre-warmed press pot
just before we brew,
and covered with
our non-chlorinated well water
which has been brought
just to the boil
then left for 45 seconds.
A pause, three minutes is best
but sometimes we can't wait,
before the plunger is pressed
and our morning elixir poured
into our waiting cups.
And by the way,
mine was thrown
by a local potter
many years ago.
Sometimes we worry
that climate change
may ruin the source
of our morning addiction,
but we do our best
to tread lightly.
Inspired by Anne Lise's ode "Without Worries"
Climate Change
David J Walker
I
A teacher we know
died suddenly
or so
it seemed
and
It seemed
as if it were
a dream
unfulfilled
The climate in schools
Is changing
II
Forecasters gathered
in convocations
and manifestations
to explain away
a rainy day
that never came
predictions changed
the next day
anyway
the climate of clouds
is changing
III
I remember the promises
made
at the rallies and
and debates
by candidates
who can’t wait
to give back
give or take
factor X
the climate of politics
is changing
IV
We are expanding
said the astronomer
but people disbanding
listened to
their astrologer
because they say they preferred
the mystic word from
those who
would tell them
what they wanted
to hear
for a hundred dollars
a session
the climate of the universe
is changing
United
Let everybody hold hands and we can build bridges across the horizon.
Let all nations be of equal character and we can stand united as one.
Let all people gather together, if we try, we can all offer asylum,
To those who are in need; those who are in need of someone.
A helping hand across the world, reaching out to raise you up;
A voice from a distant land, from a never seen face,
Is needed to offer the thirsty, an endless water cup.
If we have riches, then they should too;
If a person has nothing, then charity they should be given.
If we are full, then they should be full too;
We are all only trying our best, to not just give in.
Without charity we would be without our humanity;
Without an embrace, where would we as a species be?
When we are lost in the dark and need a light to set us free,
Tell me where are we going without companionship?
Let no person stand alone, when they are in need of a friend.
Let no woman cry and let no man be able to sell the world.
We are all together under the same sun, without end,
So let us rise as one each morning, side by side with a smile
And mankind will be kind to the future boys and girls.
If it is already too late for us to save,
Then let us make the best of a bad situation.
If there is nothing we can do about climate change,
Then let us at least be united as one planet;
So together we can all find a united constitution.
Imagine all the people, living life in peace…
We could really start something.
If the hippies are all gone, then let them all be reborn.
If peace is truly lost, then let us find it once more.
If there is no hope left and we are only here to mourn,
Then let us heal the world with healing hands;
Our hearts are in need of being loved
And if one man is poor, then we are all of us, poor.
If we all plant a flower-power into the barrel of a tank,
Then we can put an end to war and remember how to love.
If we all stand united and truly give each other thanks,
Then we can shine a light so bright,
That it will be seen up in the Heaven’s above.
In our world of plenty we have more than enough to give.
Let us all become friends and send the love all around the world.
We are all human, so let us all be humane and think…
Do they know it’s Christmas time at all?
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
And so it is that on this day,
I can loud and proudly say,
I’m one hundred!
I’m one hundred!
I still remember the dust bowl,
and now I’ve reached this lofty goal.
I’m one hundred!
I’m one hundred!
And what do I get when I reach this goal?
My reward is a peach in my oatmeal bowl.
I’m one hundred!
I’m one hundred!
Even I was once a kid!
And I can remember what I did.
I’m one hundred!
I’m one hundred!
In hide and seek I outdid.
Nobody found me, I’m still hid.
I’m one hundred!
I’m one hundred!
Climate change is on its way.
It gets hotter every day.
I’m one hundred!
I’m one hundred!
There’s a reason why I still care.
Though, I don’t need to cut my hair.
I’m one hundred!
I’m one hundred!
Life was harder once for sure.
Oh, the hard work I did endure!
I’m one hundred!
I’m one hundred!
And new skills, now I must hone.
In order to use my new iPhone.
I’m one hundred!
I’m one hundred!
I’ve seen it all through my own eyes.
Everything I say is wise.
I’m one hundred!
I’m one hundred!
I’m the smartest one around.
Everything I say is sound.
I’m one hundred!
I’m one hundred!
But I can no more do a cartwheel.
At the very least, I’ll break a heel.
I’m one hundred!
I’m one hundred!
No, a back flip I cannot do.
I’ll break at least a bone or two.
I’m one hundred!
I’m one hundred!
My great-grandchild was born today.
In a hundred years, he’ll toot his horn to say:
I’m one hundred!
I’m one hundred!