Long Mother nature Poems
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Onyx clouds of failed love
Floating away in sunburned horizon
Ribbons of light
Rainbows so bright
Gently inspire new views
Gone are acid rain puddles
Of teal toxicity
And neon narcissism
As new refreshing love
Like warm white water is welcomed
Flowing from sky into
My life like baptizing hearts
And hydrating larks in the bird bath
Love from Mother Nature
Encourages cycle of life
For plants and all creatures
Just beyond a snowlike field of dandelions
a green caterpillar munches on leaves
Could be its dreams fill his belly
sprouting wings with which it will fly
Much like dreams of romance
creating butterflies in my belly
Filling my soul with gold hope…
let the butterflies come
You have eyes that fly me to the moon
Silver sonnets slip from licorice lips
Making maroon heart do somersault
Flips my DNA to create a new soul
In my womb as you swoon
I feel the formation of life
It feels like butterflies climbing
From cocoon wing a blueberry bloom
As the umbilical cord grows
I can feel this new soul
Clinging to my navel for life
Inside me a sea of red
For baby to be fed
And my tears and fuchsia fears
Melting ambitions creating nutrition
For birthing body is on auto pilot
Despite being an emotional wreck
I am blessed Mother Nature is
Devinely inspired to do her best work
So I can relax and enjoy the birth
James Gareth is what you call me Destroyer
No charge but released by a good lawyer
A technicality as my names Gareth James!
That’s Gareth first, now I’ve shot you down in flames!
Oh, and my H.C. Hammers, did you want them back?
They may need a wash as they’ve been half way up my crack.
I know they are your favourite undercover police clothes
The cap that came with it, you want that back I suppose?
That must be the cap you was on about?
You shot me! Zap, Zap zigidy Zap
Is that all you could come up with? Put on your thinking cap!
Back to the drawing board, you must go
Find some words, none of yours offend me so!
I called you hot, I remember, for that I know
I meant the humid heat coming from your big toe!
My words of yesterday may rot like you said
Mother nature and I, we share the same bed ;-)
I’m surprised you know what a Haiku is?
Maybe you should hang in your gloves, and try a kids quiz?
I think you need to chose a brand new name
Your reputation now, has been shot down in a flame
Destroyed my poetry, for you have not
Your name again, remind me, for I have forgot?
(I said it would take me a while PD!!! Good fun to write though!!)
For poets seeing this for the first time, it is fun autherised fun between the poets involved!
No new blogs needed!!!
~~WELCOME DAYS AUTUMN FALLS
Oh!! the radiances;
Brillants colors all;
Brighter colors all;
Light and lime greens,
oranges, reds, browns and bronze;
I'm in AWE...
Tis Autumn;
As I fall for fall;
It's all;
So crisp somewhat cool;
As I fell for fall;
I heed Mother Nature;
I embrace her she surrounds me within her shaw;
Tis Autumn;
As I fall for fall;
It's all;
I'm in AWE...
Cool early morning breeze;
I welcome in again the thaw;
Smooth breezy clean breeze;
Again, I rejoin in it so;
I stop in, I stall..
As I say to the sparrow and passing squirrel;
Welcome days autumns fall;
9/22/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr, © 2018
Almost seventy five years had passed
before I recognised, guidance from above
In hindsight many messages,
so much full of love
No formal religious indoctrination, my father preached as atheist
my mother I don't know
But I remained agnostic, wasn't sure the path that I should surely take
always believed that Jesus lived, two thousand years ago
Modern existence, I find a challenge, so far removed from nature
and all of wondrous creation
I look to God, the greatest mentor we all have. I know that from within I must empower myself
but the connection He provides, is the base of inspiration
Think of May as a wonderful month, never rude,
bringing beautiful days with warm showers...
to make beach goers wrap themselves in towels,
then the hottest sun will break through!
Why do we love this month that makes everyone fantasize?
Is it the new flowers, or Mother's Day itself?
We agree, its the last one I mentioned with great surprise...
wanting to honor the one we all love to death!
And as I am talking about this special event, which is of a specific sort,
you wouldn't forget to give her a little sweet something
that she likes: from a single flower, or paper heart to a chocolate torte;
many more you can find: like puppets that dance and sing!
Think of May as a wonderful month when imagination is wild and free to err,
and the desire to escape is not limited to sea, sky or a far-away friend;
it can reach, quicker than any whispered prayer, the loneliest heart so afraid,
but ready to embrace mom's heart despite the love one has denied her!
Entered in Carol Brown's contest,
" Memories Of May "
Written by Andrew Crisci
The meanest Missouri drought ever made us all pretty mad.
No one was happy, everyone gloomy and sad.
Mother Nature was holding us hostage, completely unfair.
There was misery, and dry mouth and mean in the air.
Morning dew was almost non-existent.
Prayer warriors gave up, stopped being persistent.
Children were in bad moods. Animals were dying.
Sickness was rampant, old people were sighing.
Air conditioners were cranked so high all over town,
The electricity in the neighborhoods kept shutting down.
People were sweating in offices, and swearing in their homes.
They were taking it out on their kids, no one seeing the gnomes.
The answer was no, no matter what a child wanted to do.
The dry earth splitting apart at her seems, made us all rather blue.
Alerts were put out, warning us to use as little water as we could.
Rain was something we had forgotten, given up on, dryness withstood.
Gardens were not being saved, they had dried up and evaporated.
This drought was like nothing my young mind had ever anticipated.
Hundred and ten degree days were the coolest ones this summer.
We were all mean and mad, and neighborhood morale was a bummer.
We sat around in our underwear and swore and groused.
We did not want to do anything. Blaming God and Foust.
Some of the few prayer warriors kept praying for rain.
When it arrived to relieve us, we could barely refrain.
We ran out to greet it, we danced and we shouted with glee.
We threw ourselves into each other’s arms, my neighbor and me.
We laughed with relief, and we danced in the rain.
When the rain came to greet us, we could barely refrain!
We write poems, not poetry
And we don’t waste our time
We denounce the scandalous slime
As we expose all unspeakable crimes
We throw lemons, limes and rhymes
At them to chase away what’s so ugly
In them. We definitely want a better
World of compassion, love and peace
We cannot sleep at night, since there’s a list
Of good deeds and things that we want to offer
Violence is ubiquitous, violence is everywhere
For all our children, we want a better and safer
Environment. We want to always please Mom Nature
We speak out as loud as we can at the daily fair
We write a lot to tell the truth under the sun
We shout when it’s necessary to wake up the son
Of the mean, racist and grumpy old man at the beach
We do our best to expose them as we unleash
Lethal verses and powerful words to subdue them
And we even pray to a God still absent in Eden
When the victims are not white, powerful and rich
We don’t waste our time at all. We ponder and we teach
As we strive to create a better, safer and friendlier niche
Free of abject poverty, heinous violence and discrimination
As we remind everybody that we’re headed to one Nation
After death. The breath that we take is not cheap at all
Without this essentially vital oxygen, in due time, we all fall.
Copyright © July 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
“Empathy is emotionally connecting oneself with another in his hardship and pain, showing compassion and loving concern” ~ by Poet
Through the country paths, I lazily loitered
Watching Nature in its changing hue
Straying farther into the interiors
Sundry and sublime vistas came into view
It was almost the end of verdant spring
Summer’s sun stood behind my head
Bleat of lambs was heard from far
"Good day to you"….. Someone said.
There stood on the plain, a boy around thirteen
Obviously, he was of tribal breed
With a beaming smile, he greeted me
But on walking to him, he ran like a steed
I saw him disappear behind the trees
And enter into a hut tiny as a nest
He lived in the lap of Mother Nature
Far from the city and its sooty dust
Being coaxed, he hesitantly came out
My tone of assurance and pleasing smile
Seemed to have won his confidence
As to a friend, he shared his eventful tale
Pointing to the sheep grazing in the slope
He said, he earned a living caring the flock
He stayed in the woods all day long
Feeding and tending his master’s sheep
From dawn to dusk, through woods and meads
He leads his sheep, calling them by their name
Un vexed, with simple pleasures he is content
And with a nomad’s life, he seems to be tame
He said at home he has his invalid mother
Bringing her back to health is his mission in life
On referring to his mother, I watched his eyes glitter
Nothing other than her illness posed to him a strife
From every utterance, I could sense his filial love
Even in abundance while shadows line many faces
On his visage, hope lingered as a dancing flame
To me he seemed above many, rich in other graces
While parting, I handed him some money
Pausing unbelievingly with moist eyes
He accepted it when a breeze passed caressing us
As if over the show of empathy, nature seemed to rejoice!
Feb.13.2023
Life is not a game that should ever be left to chance.
Days are to be lived joyously; nights filled with dance.
The world should not be war-torn until nothing is left
by would-be kings playing games, leaving us bereft.
We should never be separated; black versus white.
People are not pawns who would rather not fight.
There is room enough for everyone but how can it be
if lives are easily sacrificed when greedy kings disagree?
Oh, what shame when power rules the lives of many!
Riches for nobility when commoners have nary a penny.
Life is not supposed to be continuous battles fought.
Don't ken the color of my skin. Look inside my heart.
Stubborn are those who pretend that life is but a game,
making mistakes but always pointing a finger of blame.
Causing misery for others, too much heartache and pain.
Foolish ones who seek more wealth and material gain.
Life is complicated when heavy burdens we must bear.
We would all be happier if only we learned to share.
No one wants to be the loser, and hear, "Checkmate!"
Life is not a game. Don't give power to those who hate.
Life is a beautiful gift, offered to us by the One true King
We should find something new each day that's inspiring.
Life changes like seasons in which Mother Nature thrives.
If we must make a game of it, let the prize be better lives.
June 29, 2022
Life Is Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nayda Flores