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Good Morning 2/2
East West North & South
And only those would survive,
Who have peace in mind and love in their hearts and the understanding
To live and let live
Rest who have
Guns in hand, powder on face and hatred in hearts* are likely
To see soon one day, their own created all designs lost or would vanish
In their own erected world of violence and war.
But alas! then, nothing may leave on earth
To say Good Morning O Beautiful Almighty God
In the far far west a tall, dark and mighty man was still working
While leaning back on his working chair,
To find solutions,
Solution of many of his own country’s problems
And many of the world unique problems, his people too
Were getting impatient and time was running from hands
On the other hand the black smoke problem of the world
Was getting worse and worse, which had earlier engulfed
His own nation shaking the entire world
He know if it is not taken care of, it could wipe out the
Humanity for ever from earth
And now it was bursting out at different places on earth
Even blocking the Sunlight to reach on earth
The Sunbeams were far still away from his place
And the solutions too were not visible anywhere
He was lost so much so in his deep and perplexing thoughts
That he could not see the messages in the form of blinking lights
Were calling him to pick and press the right knob
To see the solutions too, which so far could not enter his mind
He was trying to mark only already marked some black spots
On the map and missed those, which were blinking low
Due to too many pre tried strong notions, which were hovering in his mind,
Leaving hardly a small space for the new solutions to come in
The tall man fell asleep in the early morning hours, when it was still dark
And the Sun beams and morning glow were still far far away from him
His Good Morning was still to come from him
And many in the outside world were waiting for him to wake-up,
So the tired world may get some sound sleep
Ravindra
Kanpur India 11th March 2010
• ‘Guns in hand, powder on face and hatred in hearts’.
These words were once spoken by the late President
of India Dr. S. Radhakrishnan, who was also a teacher
of philosophy in UK university and was a great thinker.
The Heavenly Lovers
I saw two heavenly Lovers,
Meeting like man and Woman,
High in the sky.
They were standing,
Like two heavenly dwellers,
Trying to understand each other.
The wind was fast and cool,
The Sun rays were touching their hairs;
They met for few moments,
As if, they knew that no one can Stay in this world too much.
I was watching them intensely,
With A Camera in my hand.
I took their Photos,
To tell the world that I have seen,
The Lovers, who came from the other world.
The beauty of their silent love gazing,
Will continue to live in my mind,
Like the song of the immortal Love,
But they vanished with the breeze
While floating on wind,
Before anyone could have noticed.
Only I was left standing there,
With a small camera in my hand.
I was trying to trace the foot prints of those Lovers
Who had vanished in the sky with the wind.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 12th Dec. 2010
NOTE:
This Poem is based on a true incident which I have
Captured in my Camera on 11th Dec. 2010 when I was
In Lucknow, about 100km from Kanpur.
The Picture I took of these Heavenly Lovers I have placed
As MY PHOTOS MY POEMS on my face book.
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Diana, Nature’s Guardian
Defending purity, virtues, by preordained, destine.
With faithful diligence I oversee all life that’s birthed.
Celebrating nature as its radiant guardian
Fulfilling life’s desire with independent strength girthed.
I am Diana, Goddess of hunting wild animals.
Protector of the natural world both domestic and wild,
Camels, beetles, jackals, deer, hogs, flowers, myrtles, squirrels -
All in my magical care live wonderful lives beguiled.
Fertility and childbirth, my responsibility,
Accomplished spontaneity living, functioning well.
Reflecting light among the beasts with great nobility.
An accomplished war-like goddess guarding while lives impel.
Hunting dogs track down their prey; fearful deer run. I am there.
Staying in the midst of them observing, balancing, and keeping.
Preying is part of life’s design sustained with greatest care.
Plants and animals live mortal lives wisdom possessing.
Plundering men cause great concerns that must be soon resolved.
Wreaking havoc here on earth, plowing jasmine, balm, mugwort,
Destroying creatures, felling trees, habitats requiem.
Man must change his wasteful ways to prevent my last resort.
Mother to the animals I recycle elements.
Wildlife conservation thrives, careful awareness acting.
Take heed ravenous plundering men, lest my anger vents
And another species takes your place, last choice exacting.
You can find me in my sacred place among quiet oaks.
Cherishing my own chastity, purity makes me swoon.
Walking in my natural world hearing each frog that croaks.
Living flawless beneath God’s sun, reflections from the moon.
© August 1, 2010
Across the green Serengeti land, don't you know
A big road is being built to carry the filth
O where will the wide beasts now go, ever go
Shall we speak, shall we speak or die in guilt?
Cho.
O mother, I cannot sleep
Don't you know night and is just the same
I drink my tears as I weep
I drink my tears as I weep
You got a new man, and it is such a shame
He can't to us a promise keep
Papa, I can't sleep
This man does not love's promise keep
Serengeti, the eternal Eden, is all we creatures know
But the big trucks soon will be killing there
And no longer a river of antelope will flow, will flow
While the lions and deer disappear, disappear
O my green Serengeti, I am weeping for you, for you
I am begging the world to forbid your death
I am begging the world to march with a rage so true
O sweet sanctuary, I am sad, sad with regret
How can I be silent when I hear her cry, do you hear
The muffled sounds of the strangling rape
The vampire needs her blood for a cell phone vein, beware
For twitter is silent while our mother is raped
[They are about to mine the Serengeti, the largest animal sanctuary in Tanzania, for
minerals to make cell phones. They have began the building of a commercial freeway
through its center for trucks. Poets, nature lovers, ecologists, Christians cannot
know this and do nothing ... every Congressman must be implored, every news
paper editor must be solicited, it is our own life we are fighting for. Protect the
Serengeti!]
I never really got the chance
To thank you
For these glasses that
Have made me see
The beauty in this world that my nocturnal spirit
Has shut away
Like the wings of a bird
Shielding itself from the scorching sun
Summer fields
Cherry trees
Lovers on freshly mown grass
Fire flies
A purple phlox
Sun-kissed petals
Clear heavens
Autumn trees
Hazelnuts
Emerald woods
Wonderful shapes dancing in a burning campfire
Warmth
White pine trees
Snow and wind
Multi-hued scarves
Hot chocolate
A kitten playing with wool
My eyes could almost tear
From seeing what has been hidden
For so long
But I could swear
The splendor is sometimes too much to bear
The aroma of strawberry fields becomes
Much too strong
Almost suffocating
The morning glories wrap my arms and legs
With their stems
The bright side begins to burn my skin
I see smiles
I see a child licking an ice-cream cone
During a hot summer's day
I see the perfection in butterflies
Leaving their cocoons
I see spring predominate the universe
I see so much until everything looks
Almost the same
Special
And beautiful
In its own way
Like the wedding gown
And the pall
I see my life
Flashing before me
The charm in this world would kill me if I saw it all
And I could swear
The splendor is sometimes too much to bear.
I'm 18 years old and I live in a world where
Sadness is predominate, there is no such thing as peace.
If we stray from the beaten path, we are outcasts
Desecrators of what makes things easy.
I am a girl who lives in a world where technology reins.
Concrete mountains seem to tower over Everest and you can live your whole life while
sitting in a chair.
Smoke from everything destorys everything.
It disgusts me.
So just to be sure I'm different from the rest, to be utterly positive people know where I
stand, I here and now choose to declare
That I believe in Unicorns.
It's random, I know, but even so I refuse to not have one insane idea to cling to.
I want the forests and the sun on my skin, to sit beside a creek and listen to its music.
I want a world where the earth is revered, every flower and plant cherished as it should be.
I want a world that believes in unicorns.
I choose to believe that such purity and peace is still possible, if only we search hard enough.
I choose to believe that that to follow the beaten path will destroy all that Humanity as
struggled to create.
I choose to believe in unicorns.
You were under the dirt so deep that you didn't even know that you were there.
After many days and nights of rain you still did not appear.
One morning the sun came and warmed you and you began to sprout.
Seven mornings later you poked our needles out.
Then came a new world of warmth and light, and a nightly darkness.
In this nightly darkness were stars of bright whites shooting across the sky of night.
For spring has come and you have sprung into the world of growth.
Once a seed and now a tree, life leaves more for the eye to see.
I know for i am the pollen in which you once knew, before you were a seed.
And the air in which we once breathed we now breath again.
For now you are the tree in which beams above all in the land, I am the flower who admires
all those above.
You my tree are above the rest.
Above the land is a sky of blues and grey, the greens are the fields in which we stand.
For all that is below and up above are all connected with love.
A ground so deep and a sky so high nothing is for sure but i and my.
copyright@3-2010 MarymMcshirley/kilker
You were under the dirt so deep that you didn't even know that you were there.
After many days and nights of rain you still did not appear.
One morning the sun came and warmed you and you began to sprout.
Seven mornings later you poked your needles out.
Then came a new world of warmth and light, and a nightly darkness.
In this nightly darkness were stars of bright whites shooting across the sky of night.
For spring has come and you have sprung into the world of growth.
Once a seed and now a tree, life leaves more for the eye to see.
I know for I am the pollen in which you once knew, before you were a seed.
And the air in which we once breathed we now breath again.
For now you are the tree in which beams above all in the land, I am the flower who admires
all those above.
You my tree are above the rest.
Above the land is a sky of blues and grey, the greens are the fields of which we stand.
For all that is below and up above are all connected with love.
A ground so deep and a sky so high nothing is for sure but I and my.
Copyright@3-2010 MaryMMcShirley/Kilker
How can so much beauty go unnoticed set plainly before our eyes
While no beauty amongst man’s creations can equally compare?
Mother Nature at her best provides constantly, serenity for the soul
On this arduous journey undertaken, all weary souls yearn for rest
They thirst for a connect with essence, not a material world
Sit and observe butterflies dance amongst an assortment of blossoms
They perform for your eyes only; in the ever changing moments of time
Feel the warmth of radiating peace as it explodes within your soul!
With not a care or worry in the world to distract from the warm golden day
Lovely wings flutter gaily, dressed in finest, like guests at a feast
Where hostesses present richest nectar from the array of wondrous delights
Served in a divine atmosphere made so by fragrant perfume
They fulfill a purpose of joy delivering which sets the soul aflame
With fire that burns steadily, begging to commune in kind
And if you watch very closely, your heart and mind attuned
You can hear in peaceful silence
The sweet song which their essence sings
~*~
Deserts stretching as far as the eyes can see
Lake beds and rivers
Once teaming with life lie dormant
Most dried with cracked mud
A lovely pattern of cracks
As intricate as any spider’s web
Hills which once were covered with trees
Plush and green
Full of life
All gone in fire and heat
Not even a blade of grass remains
Naked and barren
Their stone reaches for the sky
A sky of unending heat
With no breezes, no rain to cool it
It roasts all who looked for a single cloud
A cloud that never arrived
What has man wrought upon the world?
A world that a gracious God loaned to them
Green, plush and inviting to human kind
They did not realize what they did
Lives ended in the name of progress
Lands decimated to feed the living
Now, man is gone
The animals are gone
All that is left is a dead planet
Without a single blade of grass to start again
Was this God’s plan?
Or did man try to go beyond God’s plan?
A stupid fumbling child
Thinking that he was more than God
With that thought he destroyed a world
And with the world he destroyed himself
All in the name of progress
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