Long Nature society Poems
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She showers,
She falls,
She drenches us...
But she shows off a rainbow...
She shines,
She bursts,
She burns us sometimes...
But she lets the gentle breeze blow...
She makes us love the rain
She makes us hate it again
She makes us yearn for a bright sunlight
She makes us afraid of it
She makes our flowers grin and wilt
She makes us cry out of the guilt
She makes our rivers flow and overflow
She makes them run dry to let us know
their worth and bow
Through the fascinating flowers and flies
Through the varied seasons,
Through the falls and rivers
every now and then, she gives us surprises
and teaches us to fall and rise
Cos, she loves us;
Like a caring mother
Like a strict father
Like a playful sibling
The nature loves us all...
But do we love her after all???
Do we treat her well, atleast?
Cutting trees, using plastics, encroaching lands
Throwing garbage in water beds,
Mining sand from river beds,
And what not???
we make her shed tears in every deeds
When her lament is unheard
When she cannot control her anger
She cries, her immaculate tears
outreach us in the form of flood
drought, scorching heat, el nino, la nino, climate odd
Enough is enough
It's high time ,
It's really high time to awake
To make our planet beautiful again
Stop buying plastic,
Stop throwing them on rivers
Stop polluting
Stop the deforestation
Start using public transport
Or start vehicle pooling
Start to plant trees or atleast a plant
But don't forget to take care
Do whatever you can
But please Do it now...
Let us all know the importance of our Environment
And celebrate the World Environment Day...
An animal deserves to be treated right
Whether it be wild or has taken fright
It shouldn't be harmed or left alone
If it's a domestic it needs a home
It needs love and people who care
Not to be beaten or thrown down the stairs
Abandoned and left to fend for themselves
How wrong it is to be left on the shelves
Tied up in bags and dumped on the ground
Left there to die and not make a sound
They've done nothing wrong just misunderstood
Help them live and remove that hood
Show them love and a smiling face
We are not evil we're a human race
Animals deserve life after all
So save that dog and throw them a ball
It's not a big ask to show support
For animal cruelty is not a sport
(etymology of a surname: Larcombe)
somewhere in the deepest dark of Somerset,
was a secret cumb, I know of not yet
where ancients did note
that many a Larke would wing,
for food,
to brood,
and sing
in those times a cumb was understated
with trees aplenty in it's forest,
where insects
unabated,
invite the Larke
fated
to dance with them as their guest.
as such, much gratiated,
the Larke engages in a courtship thrill,
throwing it's voice to dating,
in hope of mating,
and is satiated
by the success of its trill.
then men came to this place,
farming and deforesting,
such that the Larke could not sing,
leaving only space and doom,
and yet men called themselves
"of the Larke Cumb"
'tis still a mystery, where this might be,
twixt tarmac, concrete, or brick maybe,
but it sealed the Larke' s fate,
closing it's garden gate,
as such, was a sad sick twist really
The steel and glass reach to the sky,
the ground covered in man-made stone,
there are always people everywhere,
they scurry ‘bout while on their phones.
They call this place the ‘Big Apple,’
but there’s not one such tree in sight,
and here it can be a really bad idea
to stay out too late at night.
I say no,
trying to find a way home,
I’m just a savage in Rome,
needing a place where man
can breathe free,
that’s my sanctuary.
Seeing the steel towers gleam,
but not like a running stream,
needing a place
with no chains on me,
a cool, clean sanctuary.
The scrubby hills covered with homes,
vast halls that big actors inhabit.
The smog clings down in the valley
of a city where depravity’s rabid.
A desert full of many millions,
all of them there with a dream,
unaware or uncaring of the true costs
of being part of that scene.
I say no,
trying to find a way home,
I’m just a savage in Rome,
needing a place where man
can breathe free,
that’s my sanctuary.
Hollywood makes you wealthy,
if your comfortable on your knees,
needing a place
with more dignity
a cool, clean sanctuary.
The ridges rise and block the sun,
swift torrents carve through rock,
empty wilds give not a whit
about fashions, jobs, and clocks.
The trails, they wander endlessly
over raw dirt and bedrock tile,
nearby sits my house, tucked away,
my driveway a whole quarter mile.
I say whoa!
Finally found my way home,
here where a savage can roam,
deep in a place where man
still breathes free,
it’s my sanctuary.
Here where the rough waters team,
with a backyard of evergreens,
this is the place
where those fools can’t be,
my cool, clean sanctuary.
It's a week ago tomorrow since
I ventured to our nearest major city
What a contrast from my home refuge
full of trees a creek, my land exudes tranquility
Am I the one that that's mad
the one who' is quite unstable??
I am seated at a cafe a juice is in my hand
I spot an ordering QR code stuck on a nearby dining table
Am I the one naive
mortified by this crazy world?
I shake my head in horror
at what technology has unfurled
I used to think that television
was the worst invention ever
But no This mobile phone it's streets ahead
at achieving a mind control endeavour
I look around see all these "families" sitting all together but separated
EACH and EVERY ONE the eyes and mind are focused on their individual mobile screen
Conversation ?? What's that? Then some "food" arrives. Shoved inside the mouth
Do they know what"s been delivered? Has this "food" even been seen?
So I walk to my intended destination, so many pedestrians
only one arm swinging, only one hand free
The other hand enclosed around a mobile phone this instrument that handcuffs the mind
I suspect it's probably glued there , Tarzans Grip ??? Forever! Permanently!
Now what about this Nodder?? This upright creature is it a foraging bird?
NOOOOO!!! It's a weird head bobbing pedestrian, bows intermittently
to watch this thing glued inside the hand
This crazy odd society , it is really so absurd
WHEW!!!!! FINALLY!!! I"m Back home Absorb the peace the solitude the glory of nature
Pray that there are many days before I need to return to that crazy insane city
The adrenalin rush. it finally has subsided, the nerves have settled down
Feeling safe, feeling blessed I'm back in a haven of tranquility
Footnote: I do not own or carry a mobile mind handcuff. It may seem strange but I had never seen a QR ordering code until that day. My wife advised me what it was
I guess there is a possibility maybe a probability that you've nodded your head to read this poem on a mobile phone
… do you love me, woman
it is cloudy in this street
as that sandalwood perfume
stretching between our arms
here everything of it is gone
with the floods and good
you are the only tree left behind
and love is the dewdrops
even the axe that cuts them
into pieces, remains a noble soul
falling slowly from the last leaf
to the bare ground of mire
somewhere in the mist behind the bridge
a brain is smouldering with the request
to return this soul
to its former position
and retains its fragrance
in the trap, unaccompanied
thinking about a lover is sweeter than kissing
because love is not feeling
and I cherish that moment in itself
when I am alone but through a subsequent passage
that’s why I illustrate
your perfume filling the dig we create
woman, do you still love me
I’m one of the connexions, though really why
it should be, after all, is none so apparent
your body is a cloth I wear
in this cold weather I’m
struggling with my broken left leg…
Watching from my window sill
I saw him walking, a lion in thrill
Streets shivering of his mighty shrill
On his call they come and fill
An army of dogs route march and drill.
Peeping through my window pane
A group of birds landing on the lane
Through which cars flown in train
Now laying like a snake in pain.
Prying eyes through melancholy windows
I saw spring sprouting fast in meadows
Nature dancing reviving lacking human shadows.
For bringing back her magical touches
As she strikes, one but all happily blushes.
Oh, dear mother, forgive your prodigal sons.
Awful calmth of streets in still
Sinking my spirits in silence they remain
Without the treading feet of two legged fellows
One and twenty days freed from his clutches
Nature will revive, but her sons fearfully in their prisons.
Honorable Mention in Minuanetta Poems Poetry Contest sponsored by Emile Pinet
Eyes looking for some shelter out along the fruited plain,
a place to rest my head in silence away from all the rain.
Seems the open sky is the only friend that I can trust,
I got no place to settle, I am doomed to wanderlust.
Drifting across the forests clinging to the mountainsides,
lurking in the cold places where the mad will always hide.
My feet are worn and tired and yet still I walk the miles,
there really isn’t much choice when you live as an exile.
There’s something running in my blood and its taking all my dreams.
There’s something flowing in my veins and I can’t help but scream.
Must go forward, can’t go back to the world I left behind,
that can’t stand an outsider, who won’t give up his pride.
Everything has a rule, either written or understood,
standing in the way of action, of doing any good.
Trying to speak to someone and it’s just some social game,
trying to get honest answers drives a man insane.
You try to use your reason and they call you cold and cruel,
but if you then use emotion they will say your 'anger-fueled.'
Act by your own judgement and they name you anti-social,
But acting by the will of others makes a man boring and dull.
There’s something running in my blood and its taking all my dreams.
There’s something flowing in my veins and I can’t help but scream.
Must go forward, can’t go back to the world I left behind,
that can’t stand an outsider, who won’t give up his pride.
Longing to find some others forsaken by society,
like that sweet girl in Kansas underneath the willow tree.
I’d love to pause a second, but I can’t the path is long.
It is the curse of freedom placed on those who don’t belong.
Maybe there’s no place for us, maybe there never will be.
Maybe that’s why we’re hermits stalking the periphery.
Out in the wild places might be the last spot for a man
who's born to a species that he can never truly understand.
There’ something running in my blood and its taking all my dreams.
There’s something flowing in my veins and I can’t help but scream.
Must go forward, can’t go back to the world I left behind,
that can’t stand an outsider, who won’t give up his pride.
The nun sees telephone poles as rows of crucifixes
Counting on a rosary, her habit, on her morning stroll
Construction worker looks down at his feet
Not in prayer, on the same thoroughfare
Sees concrete he poured there weeks ago
And not much more
Municipal worker observes wires and traffic signals
Knows them by color and functionality
Nature lover wants to hug every tree on the street
But it’s illegal in the city
Ornithologist looks for binoculars he forgot while on his walk
Birds don’t wait around for such mistakes
And simply fly away
Boys and girls look for each other; see nothing else
Minds in the clouds
On the street, sometimes young lovers can be found
Town people of all persuasions keep it to themselves
Each person views a different world as they walk down
We are born into a Utopian world where everything lives and let lives
Politeness and manners exist as society never lets sieve
We learn to live with our neighbours amidst colours that nature has born
Living well into our tomorrows without the fear of being war-torn
Prejudice has never been heard whilst cussing never nears our ears
To walk our streets at whenever, over our shoulder you will never fear, fears
When we are born into a Utopian world where everything lives and let lives
The reason this can all come about, is purely because everyone gives
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We are born from a fallopian world where reasons dictate how we live
Politeness and manner exist, sadly society has allowed them to sieve
Many learn to live with their neighbours amidst colours of nature born
Some live into their tomorrows, many enter the doors of war-torn
Prejudice appears to be worsening, cussing appears the norm
Many are scared to walk our streets as many out there have form
When we are born from the fallopian world where reasons dictate how we live
We don't enter what we hope is Utopia, many take and rarely give