Long Naturetime Poems
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Days never like today
Days without words to say
Simply a brush of nature, a touch of cool wind
Heard was life
Colors survive
Moments before and after… like a dream
Loneliness felt unlonely
A troubled mind felt easy
Simply a lesser time for moments more
Even the rain is light
Arriving earlier as well is night
Of moments only felt, never for time to recall
Almost like a cure
When only a self knows to be pure
A part of a life lived… perhaps learned
A return never will be the same
For the world forever will change
Moments choice less in times only… earned
none of us
will see the next century
none of us
will see the next dimension
why should we care?
but they feel it
the empaths,
the watchers, the light,
of creation
its coming, change
on broken wings,
it flies past
as the world
peels off her layers.
she reveals herself
to be in torment
and we parasites
go about our
everyday life
ignoring her screams
for our mercy
so if I the poet?
can draw attention
to her plight
I will scream
I will curse
I will burn effigy of
every god known to man
its time to notice
its time to take action
So I scream
a thousand poems
and cry a million tears
until the wash
of my sound
can be heard
Now is the time of reaping and abundance.
Now a time of preparation for winter's frozen scarcity.
The sun hangs low in autumn skies,
and foggy veils obscure the view.
In Spring, when all was fresh and new,
an all together different hue of innovation:
summer's promise budding in anticipation.
Green newness bursting with naivety.
As time ticks by and lives march on just like the seasons;
the spring of youth and childhood innocence
give way to lusty languid summers of prosperity.
A gathering of experience in autumn,
which leads to winter's wizened wisdom.
Make it not a season of discontentment,
but a time of rich reflection on lives well spent.
A time of joy not isolation,
Make this is a time of plenitude for all for whom we care.
Help us make this winter time a time of hope
not helplessness; and a time when grace is all we share.
For now is the time of reaping and abundance.
Once wild Iris was young
Lush and green next to the pond
She splashed and drank
Had her fun, warmed by the sun
Soon came time for her to settle down
She met Louis Tanna Iris that wore a crown
A crown of yellow, yes he wore
He wanted to marry and have more(Little Tanna)
Her wild ways was hard to tame
But the years began to wear her down
No longer was her hair of bronze
But mostly white shining in the sun
Louis Tanna came to a early demise
For his feet became way to dry
His leaves so healthy became yellow
Soon his crown no longer spry
This was the time that she did grieve
She did not even meet her daily needs
Of food, exercise, and her devotion prayer
Now wild Iris is totally Care (free)
A beauty so rare in it's habitat
Endangered they are by the human brat
Like many others on our planet earth
Our greed devalues their living worth
These Siberian Stripe-rs from the Trans-Caucasus lands
To view it in it's wilds is a feeling of grand
But it's so tragic to believe how few of them remain
Around five hundred and twenty, live in their domain
Three hundred and fifty Kg's, with a one metre tail
Panthera tigris altaica is the size of the male
In China they are being reared to repopulate it's wilds
So generations of our children, will deservedly smile
Will we ever learn that they are entitled to be here
As us humans expand into their expanse year after year
There has to be a time when respect is due to them
Then our time has come to change from man to men
If the above does not happen, we become the last two lines
Another species gone, this most beautiful panthera feline
Imagine the moment when you look into his eyes
There are millions of us, as their last one dies
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