Long Natureearth Poems
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Beauty graced the sky and earth that very day
Master painter's painbrush painted the clouds some with apricot~ such a hue
Surrounding these with three shades of blue..
"This is not enough", said He..
Then like magic from the Painter's brush appears a perfect reflection of the sky upon
the earth ~beautiful blue and apricot reflecting from rain drenched country road..
Snow of white, clean as bleached sheets that hang upon a country clothesline, stays
back to let the mirrored image shine...
Such quiet afer a storm reminds me of a quote from a writer that I know~Constance
La France who once wrote, "I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it is my gift to
you."
With one stroke, God's paintbrush impressed upon my mind a sense of the grandeur
and power of His abilities..A Creator that is Sublime
Contest:"Writing In The Sublime"
Sponsor:Constance La France
Written by:Sara Kendrick
My dirty hands
I hold the rich, crumbly dirt in my hands,
Savoring the warmth of sunlight in it,
Inhaling the aromas of power that
The dark earth holds.
With this power and a tiny seed
I can create wonders.
Where now the earth is idle, I can,
With nature’s help, sow seeds into this ground,
Watch as small green fledglings emerge
And stretch towards the life giving sunlight.
My gardener’s heart jumps with delight,
And with a feeling of gratitude
I watch over those emerald babies.
There is a lot of trust between
gardener and plant.
I trust they will grow, they trust
I will water them, watch over them.
One day soon, some will tower over me.
It is amazing!
In the shade provided by golden sunflowers
and soft yellow blooming okra stalks,
I kneel down to weed.
They soak up the sun, I appreciate
the shade they give.
Happily I work with my dirty hands.
Imagine yourself as a raindrop
Sharing space in a cloud
Will I be part of a morning shower
Or the member of an angry crowd
Will I fall to earth on a gentle breeze
Or ride the currents of a storm
Will I be cool or refreshing
or steamy muggy and warm
Will I bounce upon some rooftop
Or touch the leaf of a tree
Rising along a storm surged tide
Seeking some way to be free
Will I kiss the petals of a daisy
And glisten in the sun
Or fall into a lazy pond
That has no where to run
Will I gently touch the soft brown earth
Searching to find my roots
Attach myself to a passerby
Who is wearing rubber boots
Will I find myself in a glass
as part of a lemonade
Or settled in a sheltered ditch
As a puddle in the shade
A raindrop's life is ongoing
Like the angels tears Caressing the earth
Rising once again into the sky
Clouds symbolize rebirth
Just imagine it for a moment
And think of the rainbow in flight
A raindrop divided into colors
Bathed in heavenly light
Warning of a Worm
I am from this earth speaking with tears
To protect me and to protect this earth
We are in trillions in number serving you
as a preserver and protector of your soil
You are ruining your earth by chemicals and acids
in the name of modern cultivation
You are poisoning the earth and it’s nature
to get more yields with in a short span
We are ploughing and softening the earth
Your chemicals ,manures
Swallow our trillions as billion and millions
In a one dark day
We will be no more and you will be too
Your food and water has already changed and
already Your path has changed against to nature
From the hard and dry land
You can cultivate currencies and coins and
You can consume tablets and capsules as food
You will import oxygen and water
It is not my curse my man!
Just my premonition and a precautionary call to all of You
just back from boomin' .... lost my 'Oregon Hat' rang,
was only used 'ta "gentle pollinatin' bees"
how soon I forget!
late July, when the heat is on,
thick-shelled hornet larvae...
dries and flies!
I heard the buzz....zeroing in from above .... BAM! HIT IN THE HEAD!
a pointed ache begins to swell,
...... but I smile!
I've touched the earth
in
late July's heat!
I smile! ......
I've touched the earth
in
late July's heat!
for consideration..... John Heck's 'summer celebration' contest
In God's fertile earth the American farmer casts the seeds,
To grow the grain to meet the hungry world's needs.
From the good earth springs forth a bountiful cornucopia,
Of good things to feed the starving in places such as Ethiopia!
Oft I have pondered who discovered the essential element of fire.
Was it a cave person who witnessed the lightning setting a tree afire?
"Warm" thanks to the feller who burned his fingers to keep an ember alive!
Sans fire to warm our feet and broil our steaks, how would we survive?
We know not from whence cometh the wind nor whence it goeth!
But how we relish the soothing sound of a zephyr as 'mongst the trees it floweth!
In ages past, billowing winds drove sailing ships across the raging seas.
Today, wind power is so useful as other energy sources it doth ease!
Water, water everywhere but is it pure and safe to drink?
Mankind must save it from pollution, you would really think!
From the operation of the mighty Hoover Dam to a single glass of water,
'Tis necessary for our survival and we must conserve it - we really oughter!
We've squandered our precious rescources over the course of time.
Perhaps 'tis time to rethink the matter or our lives won't be worth a dime!
Entry for Barbara Gorelick's "The Four Elements" Contest
Mother Earth awakens, in subtle pastel hues
Aspen leaves flutter and quake, shaking off the morning dew
Morning stirs, and Hummingbird wings whir and trill, just out of sight
Columbines dance on a pine scented breeze, solely to their delight
Mother Earth enjoys the day, basking in suns glow
or splashing in the rain showers and watching flowers grow
Whispered secrets on the wind, ancient wisdoms to impart
keeping silent vigil, she hears them stir within her heart.
Mother Earth lays down to sleep, bright colors paint the sky
evening shadows blanket her shoulders, as she closes her eyes
Pine trees shush their lullabies, and usher in the night
the taste of dew hangs in the air, as stars begin to light