Long Natureearth Poems
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Hello, how are you?
There's something urgent I need to say
Oh me? Well, I'm fine too
But I'm not the reason I've called you today.
It's our feral brothers,
They're crying, and are all around us dying
Even Mother Earth cries out!
Can't you hear her? That's her now crying
She cries out her warning shouts!
Our brothers suffer,
On your roads, and around your homes
And in your poisoned streams,
If you leave them no where else to roam
They'll soon vanish from the scene!
Mother Earth cries,
Oceans of tears through thawing ice
Soon, her crying will be done,
And the weather here won't be so nice
Once the new ice age has begun.
Save our brothers,
You are their keeper!
They're our earthling friends
And yet, you keep pushing them deeper
Into obscurity, and then right to their end!
Once they're gone,
Then we'll soon be next
It'll be our turn on the guillotine!
Stepping up to stretch out our necks!!
We'll be the next to vanish from the scene!!!
What was that?
Oh yes, I know it's hard
To manage all the things you do,
And, I probably should have dropped a card
I'm sorry, if I've bothered you.
Oh, the kids?
They're doing just fine,
I just wanted to bring that up to you
I figured it must have just slipped your mind
With the many things that you do.
Take care now,
And do try to be good,
And while doing those things you do
Keep our brothers like a good keeper should
And remember that they do live here too!
Timothy I. Brumley
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
The Earth that’s ours
Now stares at us
As it is no more
The Earth it was.
The charm and beauty
That was of the globe
The cruelty of human
Is have to be probed
Smoke and dust
The fury and fuss
Has brought the earth
On the verge of crush
The bleeding greenery
And the filthier water
That human has pierced
As a professional darter
The war’s and tests
The desires and aspirations
The planet now faces
A state of depression
The waters have risen
To the limits overhead
And after a moment
They will start to spread
Nature’s fury will also emerge
As cities and towns
Will burst and submerge
In a situation that will surely be adverse
‘Beware’ One Day will come
Either later or soon
That we may see morning
But not the noon.
Up in the willow climbing I go,
With the sky above and the earth below;
Each branch a step up to the sky,
Each step taken where feathered wings fly.
Up in the willow I see all around,
And all I am seeing is leafy green ground;
With lily and primrose to tint the hill,
Saying good bye to winter’s chill.
Up in the willow I hear rippling streams,
Carrying waters of opaline dreams;
And the persistent call of a waterfall,
Echoes throughout a green willow hall.
Up in the willow I feel the wind,
Rocking, and shocking brown etched limb;
And trees with leaves licked with gold,
Float down to earth with stories untold.
Up in the willow I see all ablaze,
Scarlet sumac painting fall's sunny days;
While looking over earth’s bright sunny scapes,
With fields of hay and purple vine grapes.
The wind is flying in its lonely quest,
From north to south and east to west;
Singing the lyrics of September’s song,
In lithe willow branches all day long.
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
Veilled by the morning rain,the day awakes and sings
Mother Earth is proud and boasts,her many splendid things
Dew kissed leaves and springtime scents,a painting fit for brush
I am lost and mesmerised,in the beauty of her hush
Peeping out behind the grey,a speckled touch of blue
Mother Earth has given birth,within the angels view
Sea Eagles circle just above,magpies serenade the morn'
As below the seeds of yesteryear,are once again,reborn
Blue Tongue rock sits silently,watching the bay below
Wind spirit dances upon the water,he whispers and I know
He plays about my thoughts and touches me with kind
To leave his voice of wisdom in the corners of my mind
Today the sky will not be dressed,her attire will be none
She stretches herself in naked view,teasing the sleepy sun
As the wind grows colder,as the birds all huddle in their trees
Mother Earth,she holds my heart and gently sets my spirit free
Form:
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.
The earth says goodnight as the sun lowers for a kiss,
While the moon edges upward, overlooking in the sky
The mountain tops reach with snowy crescent, white
As the valleys welcome shade, a blanket to the eye.
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The earth is enshrouded in darkness, but also with light
As the luminescent radiance of the moon sets the scene
I, walking the valley, with my lover’s hand in mine
Smile in her presence, with a love, never fleeing.
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With a look…a shadow…the moon casts upon her face
She never looked lovelier…than she does at this time
As if God, himself, lit the candles, upon our tables
Leaving us to dance…to enjoy our love…sublime.
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He even plays the music, by which our hearts beat along
The musician that He is, selecting beautiful nature, to play.
My lover and I enjoying the evening set for just us two
While God sets this scene, before night turns to day.
I love the birds the trees I love the things
they say to me the sky's so pretty always
true always clear the color oh so blue
the water so clear the sound sparkles the
mullets and tropical fish swim deep in the
ocean every sea every lake has something to
say this is nature's way the sun kiss us
with it's energy to protect us and give us
our warm glow the moon dance in the distant's
around the stars to guide us through the
night the earth is always moving taking on
new forms as our animals get to know life
and try to survive what we have words cannot
describe then man walks the earth learning
growing teaching showing all this put
together as we bloom and stay in tune with
nature's way.
Copyright@July2005
Patricia Jaye
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