Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details
I suppose there are no new problems in the world to be exterminated,
well, I mean, of course there are as many new problems
as there are creatures having a new day today,
but I mean I suppose there are no absolutely unprecedented types of power-struggles about comparative freedoms to and from
with short and/or long-term health and love's security implications,
just as there is no such thing as time flowing backward
except in our surprisingly 4D-equivalent visual imaginations.
What might it be like to be able to reverse time in our
so we could hear a song sung backward in our head,
a life lived backward from full Yang voiced maturity
back to Yang/Yin embryonic soup,
surfing in soft warm dualdark composting diastatic murmurs,
like the Earth turning back into a newer
speed-of-enlightenment BlackHole Sun,
evolution as revolution to our 4D listening minds.
Imagine today as the conclusion of your Creation Story,
and play yourself backward to our mutually-held DNA/RNA
political-economic loves lives
ecological (0)-sum embryonic beginning.
Exterminators of life's great and smaller problems
and more importantly,
become regenerators of solutions,
for if there are no new categories of Creation Story problems,
then there are no new categorical resolutions of chronic,
and more climatic,
issues and transitions and economic transactions and political relationships,
and personal loves and active distrusts,
implied within pathological screaming contests,
ReGenerators of Solutions
look for least effort compost piles of ideas, nutritional possibilities
repurposed from our still-evolving history of multicultural enculturation,
removing from the ground of trustful-truthful becoming
all monopolistic exterminating and terrorizing fantasy solutions;
problems perpetually unresolved with Others spelled IntendedLosers
in abject repressive compliance.
Such extermination through terror fantasies
for powering over life's little and great transitions
rather like swatting a fly
with a grenade,
a too-Yang dominant over-reactive response
which does indeed exterminate the fly-power problem for now,
by causing several newer and more costly challenges
for yet another day,
unless of course we manage to exterminate ourselves as well.
Then we merely pass along our carnage to our children.
Older chronically re-evolving, co-arising problems,
political and economic and ecological,
might healthier resolve with greater cooperative resonance,
with more investment in co-empathic trust
in mutually subsidiary and grateful deep listening
mindful of health/pathology problems nesting within their appositional solutions
inviting to raise grace
rather than more canes,
further pathological exterminations,
executions of mutual-immunity monochromatic intent,
with visions of socio-political grandeur
through naked robes of clown's multiculturing visionplays
and Anthro's Idolatry,
as Earth's Maniacally Fertile EgoWorshipers.
Supremacy of Anthro-ReGeneracy our internal monopolistic Selves,
as if that could co-arise RightBrain happiness,
rather than further LeftBrain suffering,
stressfully blocking terror and extermination fantasies,
pinging fears and spontaneously combusting angers,
and more actively steamy distrusts,
rupturing black pearls of ballistic hatred.
Old enslaving problems
regenerative Left/Right cooperative economic resolutions
point toward Beloved Internal Communication
and External Community.
making hay while sun shines just right
and rain falls just so
on the meadows of our co-empathic trust,
transgenderationally-applied Golden Rules
growing transpeciated-remembering evolving minds
with nutrition v pathology-empathic bodies,
fully co-conscious bilaterally-truthing-testing eco-healthlives,
rather than staying stuck within further dissonantly noisy and stinky decay,
disinclination to wake up and show up.
so that's an hour I'll never get back again,
irredeemably invested in old problems
in new cooperative-regenerative wineskins.
are you going to just keep repeating this same program
through your entire day?
Is that your plan for exterminating yet another day,
Cay is about investing in yet another healthier love-resolving day,
another polypathic resonant trust for radically extended family life,
another healthier Earth.
monoculturally-motivated ego-extermination fantasies;
more actively, and inclusive of oneself, pro-cay.
If you feel like we are falling apart
more than we might ever conceivably come together,
then it seems healthiest to hope
that breaking up our current monocultural fossils
is our way through great, and smaller, transitional regenerations
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
Timothy Hicks | Details
I'm searching far and wide for the facts, getting my hands dirty in the process
When we conquer nations, I say bloodshed and they say progress
I have no desire to be burned at the stake
Simply practicing freedom of speech for Pete's sake
I know it's gonna hurt like none else when I reveal these secrets
But in this case ignorance ain't bliss, so I'm keeping true with no regrets
I've learned way too much and dug too deep to pretend I didn't see what I saw
I get disgusted when they tell me to keep quiet
cause I might just break some obscure law
They call me disrespectful and unpatriotic when I display any kind of negativity
But aren't they equally so when they throw me in a cell when I simply don't agree?
Cause at the end of the day, when all is said and done, the truth is still the truth
And I know when I say that I run the risk of hanging from a noose
But if you don't speak up, for fear of ridicule, either way you're gonna lose
It doesn't really matter if I offend the way you think
All I wanna do is offer you my hand, I don't want you to sink
in the sea of lies, those people behind the scenes are so proud of
The time for silence is finally over, the world has had quite enough
We aren't sheep in line waiting for the slaughter
We are brothers, sisters, sons and daughters!
And don't get me wrong I support the troops, just not the war
Does anyone honestly know what we're fighting for?
Stop hacking at the branches of evil, and grab at the roots
When the truth lies ahead, it's worth getting mud on your boots
I wanna let you know that your heart might shatter when I say this
I know you might be calling me crazy or disturbed, but I accept that risk
I'd like to honor the victims of 9/11 - but the investigation was a sick joke
If you're eating while reading this, for the love of God, don't choke
I need you to spread the word and really ask the hard questions
Any race and any nation is capable of performing crimes too foul to mention
Even our own (though reputedly god-blessed) is no exception
The building fell six seconds flat, from an illogical jet fuel blast
The fact it wasn't hot enough for fuel to explode, no one bothered to explain that
The kamikaze Arabs that flew the plane, a few are still alive, living in their home country
Just give 'em a ring and and say how's it going, oh and by the way,
"How did you defy your own mortality?"
Did you know a cool 60 mil was spent on digging into Clinton's love life?
Yet only a fraction of that was spent trying to figure out
who ordered the extermination of over a thousand lives...
Seems to me some poor sap is getting paid big bucks to drink the Kool Aid
Seems to me someone's laughing their head off while the rest of are getting played
Don't take my word it, I'm just one person after all, start your own research
All I'm asking is for you to think for yourself, and don't get too cozy on your perch
Pay close attention when they advance two steps only to jump back one
And when you notice you gotta catch them in the act, not after its already done
This isn't political opinion; the loss of human life is just something I don't condone
Life is just way too precious to be debating the humaneness of drones
Yeah, I support our brave troops, so for once do what's right and send 'em back home!
NOTE: I didn't write this for creative purposes, for this is no laughing matter, but a serious issue. What happened on the day of 9/11 was one of the most appalling crimes in recent history - please, don't listen to the basic news stations and take it for absolute truth. There are over a hundred contradictions in the "official story" they give out. What I mentioned in this rap is just bread crumbs compared to the whole story. The majority of people won't even consider the slightest possibility that 9/11 was an inside job (even when countless facts and holes in their story, lead one to believe that's exactly what it was). It is an absolute disgrace to the victims of 9/11, to leave the investigation in such obscurity and unanswered questions. This is not politics here... these are human beings we are talking about. I beg of you to not just take my word for it, but start your own research. There are several very thorough documentaries on the subject, that were put together by small groups of people eager to find the truth. Loose Change is a good one.
Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2013
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details
Were you there
when we nailed health culture
to the cross?
Weren't you there?
I thought we were all there!
Wasn't that our Big Bang of an Idea?
Let's just forgive each other for all that angry history
of hurt and loss and painful suffering,
torture and lapses into extermination of subpopulations
based on quite a list of characteristics,
gender and sexuality, age, religion,
placement of domicile within v without walls
of acquisitive EgoAnthro-possession,
and on and on....
Then too we have all that slavery,
adding commodification to the domestication
of our value for healthy human mindbodies.
So, yes, the nail of Angry Cultural Climate
pierces Left's deductive memory screaming past
irrationally unacceptable tolerance
of collective cognitive-affective dissonance
when we are invited into Easter's new-life resonance
of regenerative health trends.
But, I also thought we were all there
in our more global RNA-centered Right Yin MindBody,
terrified of AnthroEgo's biosystemic culture
of climatic transitions toward timeless demise.
How could YHWH continue to be Father
to Son's Becoming
and yet let His beloved EgoSon die?
Did we misunderstand something about our shared
"child of YHWH" status?
Might we be our Father's first RNA Creation Story,
told and retold through bicameral beating
and noticing dipolarity of Time's Him/Her Self-regeneratively
healthy evoluting climate?
I thought our primal crucifixion story
was our co-redeeming health and safety self-perpetuation narrative
of love as synergetic therapy
for angry history
and fear of future shortage of YHWH-Time CoPresent;
you know, the hellfire and brimey damnation scenarios
all the way through
"I never have enough quality time for myself" plot-lines,
and dismay and decay
and all negatively correlated
with healthy, regenerate YHWH-flow
of Time's co-arising Positive trends
(notnot negative, and binomial/bilateral, equivalent),
eating and sleeping,
communing in generous nutritional climates.
So, how do we get to this true Easter cultural climate
without first getting ourselves down
off that Left-brain over-dominant cross?
I suppose this is where the Right-brain comes in,
concave and dipolar-temporal recessive tomb,
But, you know, I find it a whole lot easier
to trust it feels and is much safer,
perhaps even a bit relaxing and contenting,
to purge my lungs
when I know we have plenty of fresh nutrition,
healthy cultural climate
to breathe right back in again.
Left-Right bicameral ecoconscious Evolutionaries,
Permaculturist Bodhisattva Warriors,
EcoTherapists and Occupiers,
Medicine Care Optimizers and 7-Generation Sustainers,
PolyPathic Mystics of Revolutioning Peace,
New ZeroInterest Investors
and Lifestyle Mentors and Teachers,
Cooperative Networkers and Game Designers,
it's PostMillennial Time
to design an Easter
with polycultural politics
actively co-networking Communion!
We keep telling ourselves
this same creation Easter story
You can't spring Easter season
of new cooperative healthy growth outcomes
without first investing
decompositional temporal-dialectic analysis time
in tomb of winter.
And, you can't dwell within this purgative-embryonic tomb
without first letting yourself fall down from all those angry crosses
and using them to devise
primal permacultural mapping strategies
for next year's WinWin health and equity outcomes
this climatic summer of Time's DiPolar Diastasis.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
Kai Michael Neumann | Details
Made in Neonazia
Life wrote you and I this poem on a sunny day of watching
penguin’s colonies bathing on the beaches near Cape Town
A splendid display of harmony of sun ocean and tourist attraction
warm sand under my soles and my soul undisturbed
Wandering on and carefree I strolled into a nearby museum
of play things for children and adults dreaming of memories written
rewritten of dinky cars and corgi toys die cast and a whole circus
of fantasy clowns puppets dolls card games marbles and jo-jos
with only the little tin soldiers grenadiers and dragoons distracting my peace
Miniature train sets featured tracks and trails stations
signals and sign posts they shunted transformed performed
what is like a game and some trivial pursuit for innocent minds
From the collection of reminiscence in thoughts and my past
my gaze falls in horror on an adjacent replica of the Reichstag
Berlin and history enshrined in a vitrine illuminated by darkness
Precise it stands with Swastikas suspended from marble of doom
a scaled down model of the dimensions of barbarous evil
Brown shirts and black shirts march in the foreground
Hitler Youths parade with blue icy eyes and Nazi arm bands salute
in front of the columns of megalomaniac sculpture propelling
death blood murder concentration camps genocide extermination
SA and SS guards and warriors raise arms roar their ‘Heil Hitlers’ in shocking display
their screams in slaughtering voices hail to the leader the fatherland
the depravation the darkest side of ultimate inhumanity the blasts from the past
I can hear the echoes reverberating the supporting masses of perpetrators
of by-standers denying their part in the killing the shouts of the victims
The Reichstag stares straight into my disbelief and my vision is clouded
with dry tears of disgust and mute numbness of anger of speechlessness
What strikes me so hard is that this display of horror does not call for
recollection of history to learn from the past but is fascist glorification for
so called collectors thriving on hidden desires sadist reprehensible denial
The image of the Reichstag is so enormous so blindingly obvious and
trains in Auschwitz were bigger than the diminutive models on display here
Cattle carts were filled to the brim with branded outcasts delivered into oblivion
The journey ended with gassing from the shower heads to save bullets and
masses of ashes smouldered in crematoria and continues to recall the collective
guilt of my nation of Goethe and Schiller Rilke Klimt Nietzsche and Goebbels
In the museum there are no yellow stars of David on striped ragged skeletons
no miniature heaps of starved bodies no reproduction of human remains just Nazi regalia and a collector’s item which has been manufactured can be bought on mad markets can be revered by Fascists and Nazis of any shape form size and ignorant stupidity and exudes the vile stench of Bergen-Belsen and Stutthof all over the globe
Frozen in time and in shame I wonder what the future holds and whether there are little snow globes with miniature Treblinka and Majdanek replicas sold and hidden away for
perverse and collective pursuit of insanity
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
Mark Martin | Details
He was there in the beginning
and through the eternal ending.
He'd scattered his seed 'cross numerous worlds.
Flora, fauna, innumerable forms,
aeons of evolutionary warfare.
Extermination of the unfit
without the mercy of design.
Quadrillions of cadavers
paving a road to ecological Eden,
but ending in extinction.
Not one Gaian pretender made it. Not one.
He'd watched them all.
Sometimes sentience emerged,
a pestilence of society, technology and civilisation;
a pandemic of philosophies and politics;
a cholera of culture and creeds.
He'd walked among the souls,
one of the invisible,
the dispossessed, the unwashed,
the untouchable, the damned.
He never told them who he was.
They would never have believed him.
Wars to shame evolution's tooth and claw,
punctuating the stagnation of peace.
Millions of messiahs,
plethora of prophets,
successive suffering saviours.
Legions of artificial gods,
Tedious debates and disagreements over the nature of nature.
Did intelligence begat intelligence?
Or did intelligence emerge from dust and water?
Was there an all powerful deity?
Or did the clockwork of mathematics rule them?
Was free will an illusion?
Or could they choose evil over good?
If only they knew, they might laugh at their own folly.
Or at least don a wry smile.
But that was long ago...
... he looked skyward from an impossible place
at the impossible infinity of the cold black sky.
Void once more, void forever.
He laid down his fishing rod and stretched,
barely rocking the impossible boat...
He'd seen continents on mantle seas
hurtling across countless worlds,
crashing waves of mountain ranges
ebbing back to plains.
... floating on a fishless lake,
in a treeless mountain valley,
under a cloudless sky...
He'd seen the planets born from dust,
held close and safe by their mother star,
bathing them with light and life.
Then her betrayal
taking her offspring back to her womb,
as she bloats into old age.
... on a world sustained by fading memories,
a faint facsimile of forgotten realms,
secure from the cosmic cataclysm...
He'd seen the galaxies fly apart,
pinwheeling across the cosmos,
ever faster, ever distant, ever lonelier island universes.
Star lights popping or fading,
returning to the dark.
... where he could finally rest.
No wind to disturb his thoughts,
no heat nor cold to try his nerves,
no life to stain his soul...
He'd seen totality ripped apart,
the very last particle dissolving into dilute energy.
... time lagged, then eased,
then stalled to sleepy irrelevance
as cosmic clocks ceased to count.
He drifted towards eternity and contemplated...
Maybe he'd daydream a new universe.
Written 26th April 2017
Entry to "yggdrasil me" contest
Copyright © Mark Martin | Year Posted 2017
Long poem by
James Williamson | Details
This is the ending New beginning its over children daddy did it, It is finished so
father into thy hands I commit my spirit I feel it its coming closer the sun is just
growing colder, my soul lord is yours for the taking cause hatred is all over, from
public school corners to the media that reports us and show us as being nothing
more than just an enormous, pain in the side of the world, and make sluts out of
baby girls, and make butts out of baby boys, who grow up around this noise, and
knowing nothing in school, but how to act like a fool, and it’s cool till you grow up
knowing nothing to do and they wonder why we crazy when the hatred you gave
babies, ends up catching you at last and biting you in the ..., it hurts don't it homie
when you really stop to think that you spilled so much human blood with what you
did with a little ink ova da kitchen sink runnin water tryin to swallow that pill cause
genocidal is he who sits on top of da hill now tell me whats wrong with this picture
listenin to other Mr.’s use words to go against us and talk about all our sistas, and
call dem out of their name the b's the h's and a's and they act like its ok for men to
come up and say things like it's not a problem when fathers don't know their
daughters, and they get all hot and bothered, Sorry nobody taught 'em, and they
say that its common sense well how common is common sense when my mother
had to struggle hustle and use it all just to pay the rent, now if it takes a village to
raise a child and a father to raise a man then yall clear up somethin for me help me
to understand what you call someone like me here walkin around when my momma
had to raise me cause daddy wasn't around or nowhere to be found in a lot of
cases many people facin the same situation on a daily bases, and basically it boils
down to a lack of consideration and aggravation caused by the men of this nation
and as far as it comes to facin with diversification the laws of education may not
allow for segregation but the bases is buried deep within the bile’s of legislation of
the emancipation and extermination of our whole negro nation, what I'm sayin is
what they really showin the youth with the rims and the caddies is that this is our
compensation for you not havin a daddy we ain't worried about you gettin it
because of the facts see you'll be dead long n your grave before you can feel out
the tax sheet, we ain't meant to survive we're meant to be blamed we the scape
goats of our nation tears of my brain
Copyright © James Williamson | Year Posted 2011
Long poem by
Earl Schumacker | Details
The prince loves his princess and their guillotine
It came at a handsome price but that’s alright
Stars and moons are laid before her majesty
Heads roll when she lifts her dainty finger
Of course a palace complete with moat and fleet of carriages
Are added to their cause through strict taxation
And beheadings are in season
So says the majesties
The kingdom population must learn to love the royals
Die for them without delay
Regal matters call for such sacrifices
So stretch the necks, pray and say good-by
Decapitations are the order of the day
His lordship and lady require your property as well
Compliance with their wishes is deemed correct
Her ladyship hates the poor and all they stand for
Common folk are not real people after all
A disease, common bugs in filthy clothes
She deplores them for no reason, one and all
They simply are beneath her, that’s all she knows
Ugly creatures, born to meet the guillotine
Inferior for being who they are
In need of extermination with a single slice
Natural selection and the royals have a common cure
The lady adores no one other than herself
Mirrors placed about the palace testify
Vacant stares illuminate her image like a super star for hours
The prince by her side, both glowing in raw power
Happy in each other’s plans for more than just romance
The poor must never know what’s up when blade comes down
It would tarnish the regal blush and glow
And heavenly beams reflecting from their halos
They are more than simple prince and princess
But criminals in the making, living in excess
Advancing to the throne through deaths
Killing peasants on a whim as they progress
Subjects learn to love their rulers
Torture and theft is how to keep the peace
Release the poor from properties and life
In one clean sweep, heads rolling on the castle keep
Fear holds people down in social order
Wealth and happiness must be maintained
Prince and princess love themselves above all others
They have no complaints
The church and state though disagreed
Placed bounties on their heads
For crimes against humanity and vanity
The royals will get their final wish
To stay together; egos, beauty and all
Not within the kingdom walls, but outside the boundaries
Dangling in the wind, blessings from the pope
Government approved rope to help them swing
Hanging side by side for all their sins
Close to the cemetery
Blowing regally in all their majesty
Outside the royal limits of propriety
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2015
Long poem by
Nick Trim | Details
Your world falls apart in the blink of an eye leaving you numb
you can't motivate yourself there is just no point
you fell from such a height hitting the ground with a thump
your paralyzed from your head hair to your toe nail with redundant joints.
This transition in life was not foreseen,
it was not possible to anticipate yet still it gets worse.
You're now living a nightmare life, not kind just mean,
wondering how it come to this causes you to curse.
The innocence of youth doesn't let on this pain.
You smashed through rock bottom to the core of the earth.
Everyone sunbathes while the cloud over you pours the rain.
People say snap out of it.....they have got some nerve!
Each day reveals more gloom,
weeds grow but the flowers don't bloom.
You no longer hear the little birds chirp,
just the nasty seagulls going berserk.
You look at the mirror and hate what appears,
steering clear of friends through irrational fears.
More and more you stay in bed all day,
convincing yourself life will never be good or the same again,
suffocating with pain makes you wish your life away,
can't remove this blotch for now, making you sure it's a permanent mental stain.
Nothing can shake you up as your heart and souls torn,
you can't envisage a future believing the curtains drawn.
It's as if you're deaf as your eardrums become sound proof,
worries about your age make up believe you're long in the tooth.
However you've read this far because you can relate,
that means there's some want to live behind the hate.
Pain clouds purpose, your pains fate is extermination
send it to where the lost emotion went creating this situation,
emotions always work in rotation.
Think about the first day your life fell apart,
it felt like the end but it was actually a fresh start,
the darts flight was over, stuck in the board its journey finished,
but the dart was separated from the board, and like you it'll fly again any minute.
The greatest victories occur out of nothing when all hope seems to have diminished,
that's why it's considered rare brilliance.
It is where you are now, where you are sees heroes spawn,
each morning there is a chance but rarely by the the evening is a legend born.
Legends are legends because they do what seems impossible,
it's not a miracle, it's just that while others think it can't be done one person believes it's possible.
Do you want to allow defeat? or does evolution and our survival show you that
SURVIVAL IS NEVER IMPOSSIBLE.
Humans are phenomenal.
Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2017
Long poem by
Lisa Geier | Details
If greed had not been passed down by generation
If love and peace had not been reduced to confiscation
If the rules of government had not been trapped through the lamination
Leaves no room for imagination
God forgot about creation
Hope is lost in legislation
Money runs our formation
Not given enough consideration
Hold loved ones close in the gestation
Of the clowns who run our nation
Don’t think about the population
Oil runs through my circulation
Cut me open to reduce inflation
Masses controlled by the spread of propagation
Minds thinking about increasing production
Not wondering about the function
To create reconciliation
That will erase all detestation
World becoming one at the disintegration
Of hate that causes annihilation
But we’re wrapped up in materialization
No one thinks about moderation
Losing the point of our conception
Watching love burn by cremation
Cultures watching their own elimination
Taken over by globalisation
Not thinking about our obligation
To bring an end to this violation
So we can all live without feeling exclusion
Wondering what caused our distraction
As we sit in front of the television
Open your minds to this jurisdiction
That is causing devastating afflictions
Not enough vaccinations
To cure the spreading contamination
Children suffering from starvation
Don’t tell us it’s a peace mission it’s an invasion
Millions face extermination
Treated like an insect infestation
Super powers don’t care about liberation
Please understand that war is not a celebration
Just because it creates an augmentation
In the economic foundation
It’s still a disgusting molestation
Of the purity in civilization
Weapons cause death not constructive conversation
Bombs exploding cause fragmentation
Of emotions such as adoration
Synonym for love respect and devotion
The cry for peace should not be answered with explosions
Raise your hand if you agree with this motion
Was this the point of evolution?
Ever increasing pollution
Creates a growing irritation
In the system of respiration
Symptoms close to asphyxiation
Don’t breath in its like suffocation
This is not an exaggeration
This is not a fabrication
This is just a demonstration
Of how we caused our own obliteration
Passing on a bit of education
Through the form of communication
Hope there's been some concentration
Thanks for your appreciation
Copyright © Lisa Geier | Year Posted 2008
Long poem by
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Details
Do we dare decide to come to the aid of the big bad wolf?
Once upon a time wolves thrived from the Arctic Tundra to Mexico.
Nevertheless, this species became nearly eradicated because of man.
‘The systematic slaughtering of animals begets grave consequences.
By the early 1900s, wolf populations were perilously shrinking.
Extinction would surely ensue if “The Law” did not intervene.
Although a hundred pound snarling wolf is definitely frightful,
Fear needed to be overcome for these beautiful animals to survive.
Rocky mountain wolf populations specifically required relief.
At alarming rates, these intriguing creatures were disappearing.
In 1973 Canis lupis was put on the Endangered Species List.
Decidedly, designated recovery areas were determined.
Obviously, habitat loss and extermination programs had over killed.
Fortunately, Yellowstone National Park participated in recovery.
There at Yellowstone, amazing benefits to all life became apparent.
Helping the wolves ultimately balanced co-existing animal species.
Evidently, God knew what He was doing when he created Canis lupis.
By reintroducing wolves, man learned; the trophic cascade improved.
Instinctual predation surprisingly increased other wildlife populations.
Grasslands, which had been over grazed, began regenerating.
Banks of the river became more stable due to reforestation.
And the ecosystem transformed, as did physical attributes of the land.
Dams were built by beavers offering niches for small animals.
Wolves had indirectly changed the behavior of the rivers.
Overwhelmingly, the reintroduction of wolves into the park was positive.
Let us all dare to overcome fears and take steps to replenish God’s creatures.
For in doing so, Earth becomes a Garden of Eden for all to enjoy.
Copyright March 18, 2015
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Canis Lupus the
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
Read more at: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry_contests/member_contest_details.aspx?ContestID=6211
1. Wolves in Yellowstone National Park http://www.nps.gov/yell/learn/nature/wolves.htm
2. How Wolves Change Rivers. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ysa5OBhXz-Q
3. Beautiful pphotgraphs of wolves https://www.google.com/search?q=wolves+yellowstone+national+park&rlz=1C2VFKB_enUS606US606&biw=991&bih=874&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ei=eSEJVf2YJYa5ggSjh4LQCA&sqi=2&ved=0CDsQsAQ&dpr=1
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2015