Long Conservation Poems
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The day had already made a promise.
Every conversation carried the sunrise
from one eager camper to another.
When dawn finally broke,
it outshone every tale we had told.
The whispers dissolved into wonder,
and for a while
silence became the only language
worthy of the morning.
With hearts still full of the horizon,
we wandered back to camp for breakfast,
our thoughts no longer on the sky
but on the work that waited for our hands.
Beyond the tents,
boats stitched the channel together,
each one ferrying villagers
towards the place where we would gather.
The island, awake at last,
welcomed us with the rhythm of paddles
and the laughter of familiar faces.
Then rose the voice of the local captain,
floating across the water
like a hymn the tide had memorized.
His songs beckoned us to the shore,
tempting a few restless souls
to follow him across the channel,
to see its daylight face,
to hear its stories
from the lips of the man who knew its every current.
Soon,
beneath the shelter of a palm-thatched hall,
we became one gathering.
Government officials,
community elders,
our hosts,
and wandering strangers
bound by a common purpose.
Words of welcome settled upon us
like the shade above our heads,
gentle,
yet carrying the weight of responsibility.
Then speeches gave way to footsteps.
Propagules rested in our palms
like small promises awaiting the earth.
We stepped into the waiting mud,
each footprint sinking
where hope had chosen to grow.
For we had come to learn
what the tides had always known,
that every mangrove planted
writes another heartbeat
into the sea,
and somewhere beneath its roots,
marine life begins its quiet song again.
The wages of sin is death, they say
Here, it is power without say
More sin, more power
We learn nothing, they earn everything
Like it only happens,
Here in Kenya.
We have a shorter way,
Something from nothing,
Maybe through innovation,
Maybe through education,
Maybe through conservation,
Maybe just invention
Of great ideas like m-pesa,
Or create quick earn-schemes,
Lucrative and curative enough they appear,
Laugh to the bank then disappear,
Like it only happens,
Here in Kenya.
Why spend hours thinking,
If you can think for us,
And thinking creatively,
Creates here in Kenya,
Like create a need and,
Make it a crisis,
Quail eggs,
Sugar,
Maize,
Open the boarders,
Kill Mumias
Kill Uasin Gishu
Laugh to the banks,
As levels of mercury rise,
Killing our organs,
Like it only happens,
Here in Kenya.
A commission of inquiry,
For a defunct commission of inquiry,
The spiral continues,
Life continues,
Life happens,
The gap widens,
The pain deepens,
A generation rises,
An uprising,
Chanting and singing,
Without fearing,
Not consulting,
Not insulting,
Like it only happens,
Here in Kenya.
But
Justice be our shield and defender
Practice that will root out every pretender
Deal and delete every blunder
And regain the glory of this wonder
The 'Pride of Africa'
From Maasai Mara to every place that matter
From the Big Five to the wild beast migration
Migration into integrity
Integration
Protection
Mitigation
Education
Conservation not observation
Constitution not dictation
Safeguarding not gate-keeping
Like it only happens,
Here in Kenya.
Expect and experience Kenya;
From freshness of lake Victoria
To the salinity of the Indian ocean;
The agility of the Kalenjin,
The enthusiasm of the Luhya,
The enterprising of the Kikuyu,
The hospitality of the Mijikenda,
The kindness of the Kamba,
The communal of the Somali,
The smiles of the Samburu,
The pride of the Luo,
The beauty of the Borana,
Beauty in diversity
Even in adversity
Like it only happens,
Here in Kenya.
...It seems that all their ‘solutions’
are made to diminish mankind,
to make life harder in a world
that at it’s best seems sometimes malign.
They want us to starve in darkness,
they want us to freeze in a cave,
openly speak of reducing
the population in some way.
A blatant anti-human strain,
some of them go so far to think
the world would be a better place
if human beings went extinct!
To think that all humans can do
can be so simply thrown away,
for animals that kill and hunt
with no difference from day to day.
What darkness lies without a soul
to think of their own kind like this?
what emptiness they seek to fill
with this pseudo-religious sh-t?
Or is it that those people claim
to be some sort of an elite?
They want to keep the ‘peasants’ down,
relative status they all seek,
since it’s never the rich hippies
who live by the rules that they set,
they tell us to suffer while they
fly to conferences on private jets!
Not the actions of believers,
in truth it’s the action of those
who don’t want you to climb up to
the positions to which they rose.
So they take cars, take you house,
badger you to give up your meat,
tell you it’s bad to have children,
claim that it’s a moral belief,
to force you all to live a life
that’s poorer, more hungry, and short,
to feel greater they’ll say, “For Earth
it may be better to abort!”
All this nonsense is no required
to make smart conservation work,
they are no greens, they’re misanthropes,
and they just want to make you hurt.
Back in 1950 things were very different
the plains of Africa teemed with life
vast herds of elephants some 80 years or more
once a hunters paradise no thought to the future
This land was raped by people time and again
harsh years of drought cause great suffering
as the temperatures soar up in the 120's
land barren and dying parched for rain
These days we are far more enlightened
now shooting mainly done with camera
but still the damage is done numbers depleted
few elephants of even 40 years to led the herds
Now we are aware and try to conserve
their plight well known now through media
maybe in years to come the 80-90 year olds
will freely roam the African savannah again
Sadly due to man crowding the plains
we never again will see the vast herds
they say an elephant never ever forgets
what a wealth of knowledge they have
Each week now we hear news of births
of some of the rarest animals on earth
working together in conservation
we can live side by side in harmony
I’d extend an invitation
to all in the congregation
through this speech of inspiration
which is quite a compilation
yet I expect no adulation
and no gest of adoration
for in my own estimation
it’s a trifle occupation
clearing out the obfuscation
of a simple predication
o’er the course of this oration
through the rhyme of this dictation
See it’s a feebly built narration,
or an errant adaptation
sitting ‘top a weak foundation
grounded on some old quotation
writ in archaic notation
which seems to bear no strong relation
to the current held fixation
on the poorly built translation
which is more of a mutation
than an actual citation.
Now to give a brief summation
I will fight off the temptation
and my present inclination
to continue this vocation
and I’ll risk your irritation
with this act of abdication
and upset your expectation
by using this line instead
to add a bit of variation
as the only deviation
in my final recitation.
Now please stifle your elation
as I offer resignation
for I’m out of medication
and I fear the obligation
to interpret revelation
meant to spell out your salvation
is to my great consternation
causing meal regurgitation
and worse stomach ulceration
though at best the correlation
is just my imagination.
So I’m taking a vacation
to a tropical location
lost in wild vegetation
where I’ll watch in adoration
those grass skirts in their gyration
and sip drinks of fermentation
to avoid the dehydration
that always comes by deprivation
or by over-conservation.
If it’s any consolation,
after lots of vaccination
I’ll pursue my destination
through a week of navigation
on a vessel of flotation
as my mode of transportation
and forego all aviation.
So I plead, dear congregation
understand my situation
‘spite my freedom from taxation,
just suppress your indignation
toward my dreams of recreation
though I have no explanation
save this current presentation.
And though there is no valuation
for true acts of consecration,
after much consideration
if you’d show your dedication
with a generous donation,
I could use the insulation.
Amen.
In referance to SATB
I didn't know that music lovers often
tell the story from the arrangements
and pairings to what the composer is sharing
he combination of instruments
don't get along
like the piccolo and tuba
they don't jive when there together
and the muted celesta and xylophone
they don't get along
whats a song
the sounds for many
comparable and gitty
composed to love or set a mood
sounds can't love
but are capible of being loved
it's arranged for cultural conservation
you get what the composers saying
even though sounds aren't capable of love
what one desire to love
is an obstacle and challenge
due to the facts of being love
takes an enormous amount of time
those who interfere
will say one maynot be sincere
which may indicate a lack of
a lovers importance
the sounds that are supportive
the bright side to the love thing
is defined by what
you bring
to level out both sides of
importance
the composer considers
a pitch that delivers
the mood the sound should bring
Les personnages de cette fiction ne m'aiment pas.
Ils refusent de m'inspirer, alors j'ai refusé de leur
donner mon nom de plume ou mon nom légal.
Ils sont méchants et ne m'aiment pas.
Ils refusent de m'inspirer.
Vous pouvez dire que c'est fou parce qu'ils sont
fictifs, mais ma représentation et mes moyens
pour parvenir à mes fins sont tous liés à ces personnages
Piccolo meddled in Tubas affairs
the audience stops and stares
the traits of a disoriented thing
and what about Celetas muting
wisdom tells us that
it's no suited with
xlophone maybe it's all fiction
but for where we're sitting
I aint never seen nothing like
this before
Research suggests those who interfere in others' relationships are more likely to have dark personality traits such as narcissism. Meddlers may interfere in a relationship in a variety of ways, such as by highlighting how one's partner has failed to meet important needs.
Meandering about, out here in space
Some say, I’m the creator of the human race
Always expanding, since the dawn of time
Now this guy ponders me, in his rhyme
But he’s a fool, for he thinks too deep
Reckons I’m the life force, of his cosmic heap
A conduit to eternity, far side of death
Makes him feel good, but wastes his breath
If only he’d realised, he’s the sum of all parts
His birth and death, are just stops and starts
Particles just change, one state into another
Never to be destroyed, buried, or smothered
Bring on the horizon, bring on the big curve
It will come back round, your past universe
By
David Kavanagh
There is this thought,
in Leagues of Voters,
continually arising
from East to West
and South to North
and Left to Right,
That we need to make win/win nice
with our mammalian cousins
on land and sea
or only mean old reptiles
and hungry predative birds and insects
will remain
to design Earth's future cultures
and regenerations.
Others feel this prejudice
for wombs over eggs
and nuts
and seeds
is merely ignorant elitism,
as if humanimals
are not capable of reacting
like rattlesnakes
and scorpions
wherever and whenever our environmental climate
fails to comfort
and entertain us.
Womb supremacists
and egg empiricists
and seed originalists
all agree,
regardless of ZeroZone resourceful structure,
win/win cooperative economies
are healthier than win/lose ego-empowering constitutions,
whether capital declared
or politically implied
by organizing skills fostering more wars and competition
more than love and cooperative education.
This reminds me of a Japanese saying,
There is luck in the last portion.
Whether good luck or bad,
well-wombed or bad-seeded,
this saying leaves to us
to predict and actively hope for
or against.
Orange and black, nature's warning sign
Muscle and grace intertwine
Prowling predator, jungle king
Silent steps, deadly swing
Eyes of amber, piercing gaze
Stalking through the misty haze
Whiskers twitch, sensing prey
In tall grass, the tigers lay
Roar echoes, primal sound
Shivers run, fear abound
Teeth like daggers, claws like knives
One swipe is all it takes for lives
Bengal, Siberian, and Sumatran too
Malayan, Indochinese – precious few
Species dwindling, habitats shrink
Poachers push them to the brink
Solitary hunter, territorial beast
Man and nature, an eternal feast
Powerful swimmer, climber strong
In folk tales and myths, they belong
Conservation efforts, racing time
To save this beast so sublime
Stripes unique, like fingerprints
In-camera traps, we see their hints
Symbol of strength, courage, and might
Tiger burning bright in the night
Apex predator, ecosystem's link
Without them, balance starts to sink
Majestic creature, fierce yet grand
Victim of greed in many a land
But hope remains if we act fast
To ensure the tiger's reign will last
So let the tiger's spirit ignite
A fire in us to join the fight
To keep them roaming, wild and free
A legacy for all to see
The nautilus is listed as threatened under the Endangered Species Act.
The chambered nautilus (Nautilus pompilius) is a large, mobile cephalopod. They are called "living fossils" and have been around for about 500 million years. They were here before dinosaurs.
Nautilus shell
By Michelle Morris
29/08/2023
The nautilus shell
Is mathematical perfection
The golden ratio
In constant action
For Nature is perfect
In her wild and cyclical ways
Timing things in sync
To support all species on our planet
Conservation of our oceans
Can make a lasting difference
If we'd only use our resources
To save ocean life from extinction
For the magic and miracles
That abounds in Nature
Is being decimated too quickly
For us to experience them in person
The nautilus shell
Remains mathematical perfection
May the Big Blue survive and thrive
Beyond all human interaction
© Michelle Morris, 2023