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Our problems all began with the industrial revolution
And its legacy has left us with toxic pollution.
Climate change is real and been declared a code red
And if we chose to ignore it, we'll all end up dead.
It's not a new problem, they've been saying it for years
Driven by greed and profit now there will be tears.
Ice caps are melting, I'm sure you already know
And soon the polar bears will have nowhere to go.
Sea and river levels are a worry as they continue to rise
Houses and cars swept away before our very eyes.
Wildfires are quite common now the air is so dry
Many people lose their homes, sadly many of them die.
Not forgetting wildlife, they too perish in the flames
Insurance firms kept busy with thousands of claims.
Our vast oceans too have become a dumping ground
With oil slicks and plastics, just some of the things found.
We burn fossil fuels that release carbon to keep us warm
Now we must find an alternative that wont cause us harm.
Pesticides sprayed on crops with no thought for the bees
Forests cut down ruthlessly, soon there will be no trees.
Action is needed now, they know what's needed to be done
Because when it gets worse there will be nowhere to run.
In the distant future an apocalyptic waste land will be
And all because of mankinds greed and his own stupidity.
Every country must play its part, not just one or two
And every individual on earth that's me and you.
Dinosaurs roamed earth and disappeared mysteriously
And here we all are creating our own catastrophe.
And the many idiots out there who think it's a big joke
They won't find it so funny when they're choking on smoke.
Written 13th August 2021
There is thunder and lightening over me;
I can see the flashing
There is thunder and lightening in the trees;
I can see the flashing
Oh, is it my God, my God talkin o-ver me;
So much thunder
So much more light blinding me
I can see the flashing
I can see the light
Every, everything isn't just so right
Darkness calls, darkness runs
It too sees the light
Darkness must flee
Darkness must go
The light is just now bringing to show
There's flashing, thunder crashing
I can see the flashing
There is thunder roll it roars
It's the sound of the Lord
I can see the flashing
I can see the night
The moon does shine ever bright
The crashing sound of the thunder
The musing sight of the wonder
What, just what is it
It too sees the light
Darkness must flee
Darkness must go
The light is just now bringing to show
There is thunder and lightening over me;
I can see the flashing
There is thunder and lightening in the trees;
I can see the flashing
Oh, is it my God, my God talkin o-ver me;
So much thunder
So much more light blinding me
I can see the flashing
I can see the light
Every, everything isn't just so right
I need a calm in the storm
As the thunder roars
5/4/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
How ideal to luxuriate
supposed divine right frill
maximizing climate control
with matter of fact bravado
creature comfort pang to fulfill
consequent flagrant portent
to exercise freewill
beware controlled environment
pays hefty bill
cracking heat as
temperature gets chill
cumulative destructive
ecological footprints generated,
thus advisable to swallow
figuratively bitter pill,
herewith suggested
binary/digital quill,
cuz unchecked energy
consumption will
necessitate fossil fuels
subjected to frack and drill
invariably contribute
render moot no rhyme
or reason for Jack and Jill
to hastily clamber uphill
fetching pail of possibly
tainted, ruined, polluted... water
evidenced courtesy eutrophication
algal blooms, decimated krill
aquatic flora and fauna stockstill
meaning... untenable for life
perhaps percolating, spewing, zapping...
seepage from landfill
nsync with detritus
many industries spill,
not necessarily directly
linkedin to cranking thermostat until
warmth ideal for barenaked ladies,
who cavort, frolic,
viz yule eyes imagistic poetic skill
veritably lighting boathouse row
reflections shimmering, scintillating,
glistening off Schuylkill
deceptive brilliant appearance
unsafe toxic drinking water courtesy mill
yens flowing electrons to power
industrial secretes no longer confidential
public knowledge and awareness critical
to stem tide allowing, enabling,
and providing juice to sustain treadmill
ever faster rat race pace of life cozily housing
*****sapiens hermetically sealed against
extreme temperatures,
ye must adapt experiencing chill
bundling layers of clothes -
case in point yours truly,
who also keeps windows ajar
refreshing brisk air lungs to fill.
E-bikes, E-scooters, E-cars
Darting through the streets
Even E-mountain bikes
To take you to the peaks.
One problem with this E-solution
Is the amount of E-pollution
as we plug them in at night
drawing power, out of sight.
Unlike the runner or the cyclist
powered by plant-based fuels
shortsightedly we lobby for
these battery powered tools.
It seems these “green” solutions
all contain a power curse
for it seems to me their “green-ness”
is fueled by something worse.
They grasp the reins with steely fingers
in a “gentle” show of force
for the basis of their movement is
“keep the blinders on the horse”
John G. Lawless
©4/3/2022
Ecotone
I did not plant the prairie tickseed that appeared among
The cultivated flowers of my garden and quickly dominated.
It seemed to say, “We live, still!
My house sits in a tension zone, an ecological “no man’s land” where
Tall Grass Prairie and the Cross Timbers, vie for control.
Here the vagaries of weather assure that all who enter are mistreated.
Seasons turn through the Zone as Fall, Winter, Spring,
And the Heat. The moisture-prickling Heat, like a visit from
The in-laws, comes early, stays long and wearies the endurance.
Rainfall is the fickle arbiter of the Zone. It befriends the trees
Almost; the grass too much. Legions of plants, playthings
Of climate, contending over millennia for land suitable to neither.
They were not untended. Cultivation by wild fires, twisting winds, floods
And drought, performed acts of purification and renewal; encroachers purged,
Minerals recycled, seeds scattered, and the arena reset for the endless contest.
But gone now are blades of Blue Stem and pickets of Post Oak.
Red subsoil overlaid with Bermuda sod is my “Sooner” system;
An inanity to the Zone kept on life support by irrigation and fertilizer.
Bermuda minders are hungry yet grow heavy with time
And plenty. They seek order amid uncertainty, and
Shelter from risk, yet cast their lot in a tension zone.
Their dis-ease stems from attempted breakouts of the Cultivators
Struggling to wrest free of human controls. (They who are said to have
Ears to hear a wildfire in its death throes claim it hisses, “We live, still!”)
They are not alone. Homes of the coastal naïf become
Mere tender for Chaparral fires as those of a floodplain
Are flotsam for the river.
Like mallards returning to the same pond
After each thinning by hunters, the unwitting
Rebuild as the Cultivators whisper, ”We live still”
Copyright Paul Thomson 2017
On the canvas of primal beauty, our planet blue,
a unique dot of singularity in the cosmos infinite,
the earth strives to maintain the pristine astral hue.
In the realm of splendor unspoilt nature’s entities grew
in harmony with tenets of stable innate equilibrium right,
on the canvas of primal beauty, our planet blue.
On evolution trail man arrived turning a hostile species new,
exploits resources crossing sustainability rubicorn, not right,
the earth strives to maintain the pristine astral hue.
The swarm of ingesting insect called progress creeps through,
devours the green forest cover going fast out of sight,
on the canvas of primal beauty, our planet blue.
Toxic greenhouse gases are slowly brewing in the milieu,
global warming situation is posing extreme climatic plight,
the earth strives to maintain the pristine astral hue.
Glaciers and ice sheets melt, groundwater is depleting too,
the steady rise of sea-level scenario is the cause of fright.
On the canvas of primal beauty, our planet blue,
the earth strives to maintain the pristine astral hue.
April 14, 2021
Contest : A Major World Problem
Sponsor : L. Milton Hankins
I have created a gorgeous retreat for myself.
Three beautiful huge windows bring treetops inside.
I feel one with my forest.
A cardinal swoops past the window, lands on my apple tree.
Announces to the rest of the birds the feeders are full today.
I am facing these windows now, amazed at how much I love my giant tree house.
My own little world, where I can spy on the creatures who care not that I am about.
This was all designed for me, and it is one of my favorite places of all times.
There is no place I would rather be.
I was ruthless this summer, tossing everything that did not give me a sense of joy.
As a result I am now living in the world of choice,
A new space entirely, surrounded by things that love me.
And I love them back.
When thinking of indigenous wisdom,
I feel more globally open,
more universally connected,
hoping to hear with multicultural listening ears
and astutely perceptive eyes
deductively retouching
inductively felt nonviolent communications
with all natural/spiritual dipolar
bicamerally balanced EarthTribes
present
immigrations from Earth's past
emigrations toward co-passioned future
EarthMother Wisdom
is what I mean
to fulfill resonant-resilient
TruthBeauty co-arisingly integral
potential Indigenous Open and OutWildness
InBetween sacred Heaven's radiant health
and natured Earth's empowering wealth
for restoring EarthMother Justice
By means of internally
and anciently
perennially felt
cognitive/emotive nonviolent recommunionation,
Universally bicameral unitarian
nonsectarian
nonjudgmental
nonviolently resilient polypathic
win/win multicultural outcomes
Of Blue/Green Whole Spectral Health
wealth of Ultra-NonViolet EarthMother Peace
for all God's innocent moon-soothed infants
waning
and waxing,
exhaling
and inhaling,
degenerating
and regenerating,
Tender
and wildly mild
wealthy explosions
and healthy implosions
Of nonviolent intention
outbound
for compassionate retention
inbound
Earth care giving
as indigenously reverse
recursive receiving.
Retirement, helping with physically challenged
Thinking it through or just ignore it.
Chance provides an opportunity
Such a sad place, lack of unity
Challenges waited patiently.
Physical challenged Adults, needing understanding
Relaxed environment, hearts are aching.
Adults challenged with daily life
Left on their own, sadness was their companion
What is their challenge?
Elderly living environment, has done its damage
How will they manage?
Such harsh words are spoken
Handicapped description, quite broken.
Communication has its problems
Knowing when to show emotion
Personalities begging for release
Busy, so busy doing their piece,
Another interest surfaces occasionally.
Horticulture such a long word
Delighted when shown this World,
Watching plants grow, a newfound interest
Hours spent talking of them
Frequent visits to show botanical gardens.
Watch their actions, always smiling
They have found the meaning of Spring
Interacting with other people
Shocked at first, time given freely
All good things come to an end.
Why? a question with too many answers
Moved away to supposed happier surroundings
Will miss them all and their questions
Task before her, will never challenge
No goodbye hugs, just a wave.
Too much emotion for some to handle
Stayed in their rooms, sobbing quietly
Would do it all again, challenge will be answered
Thinking of her life’s retirement plans
Thoughts clouding her answers
Difficulty linking life’s jigsaw puzzle pieces
Sitting at a desk, shuffling paper
Staring through windows at all that surrounds her
A silent prayer, a broken voice
Please provide with an answer.
A leader is, of course, solid not a blind follower
A leader is a true, real, genuine and patient analyzer
A leader usually leads the pack or the caucus
Follows common sense, the rules and laws of nature
Comprehends the consequences of having a failed procedure
The full process of achieving positive results at the terminus
After everything is laid, said and done, when nada is left?
A real leader has broad shoulders to withstand the storms
A brave man fears nothing, no man or woman on the left
Or on the right. A leader follows the principles, the norms
And the logic of things. Few men or women are natural leaders
Even if they were haphazardly elected or selected as such
Real leaders are occasionally as calm as hunting tigers
A genuine leader will fight for what is proper, not for the mulch
Which can be found in countless stores. A leader is strong
Bright, brave and humble. A leader admits when he is wrong
In our current unusual environment, men and women can lead
Effectively, since and hence the world has many mouths to feed.
Copyright © February 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.