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George Washington would never believe it and call it a crying shame. I have observed the prohibition of prayer in public schools. Free speech is not free but is for sale to the highest bidder. Moreover, there is an attitudinal atmosphere suggesting that any speech that is not my own should be abridged, censured, or abolished. Traditional norms and family values are dropping like flies under the spell of pesticides. The Bible is considered to be narrow-minded hate-speech. I have seen people terrorized, their civil rights decertified and denied. Moral values have been devalued, set aside, and liquidized; Constitutional rights are diluted, disputed, and no longer solidified. Whatever happened to the great 'thinkers'? I have noticed the terminal illness and demise of noble ideas. Education is being replaced with political persuasion and propaganda.
Abraham Lincoln would never accept it and call it a crying shame. Minority rights are being revised, realigned, reassigned, and redefined. I have witnessed human rights ignored, disregarded, and not prioritized. The cultural revolution is forging ahead in jet-propulsion speed like there is no tomorrow nor time of reckoning. Belief in evolution is man's best hope for a future without accountability. There are no absolutes nor need for resolution. Majority rights are brought into question, unguaranteed, and in retreat. Equal rights are desired but unclarified, undefined, and unobtained. I have beheld the orchestrated disappearance of common sense, and before long we shall be worry-free because 'Big Brother' will always come to our defense. Alien rights are well protected, highly promoted, and unwisely provided. There is a free admittance of subjectivity and the utter rejection of objectivity. I started to weep when I realized that sanity is being burned at the stake. I'm hoping and praying that we return to our senses before it's too late.
07062018PoSoupContest, Personal Favorite Poem Written In 2018 Poetry
Sponsored by: Carolyn Devonshire, 5P
God’s is the realm beyond man’s understanding.
Underway is rapid and rabid deforestation of God’s domain.
As science expands, so does the chasm
between God and men.
Men think.
Thinking gives men science.
Men love science.
Men love themselves.
So they push God back.
They love God less.
They need God less.
They think.
By countless prayers
God would provide bountiful harvests
or terrible famines.
Science provides pesticides, fertilizers
and genetically amplified crops.
So the chasm expands.
By unquestioning trust
God would heal the sick and lame
or forgive the sinner.
Science provides vaccines and medicines,
it explains that genetics determine behavior - there is no sin.
So the chasm expands.
By candlelight,
monks and scholars would study scripture and
draw nearer to God.
Science provides electricity and the internet
where religion is a mocked antiquity.
So the chasm expands.
The width of the chasm is the reach of the Hubble
--and still--
God dwells beyond the realm of man’s understanding
across the chasm of man’s pride,
in the realm of faith.
Waiting eagerly and sorrowful in the silence
for a prayer,
for some trust,
for some lost soul
to find Him.
For when science fails a man,
he looks across the chasm for God
and a perfect love bridges the gap,
provides bounty,
heals wounds,
forgives sins, and
grants light still.
Despite what
men think.
06/12/15
*this was more like a stream of consciousness/free-write than a poem.
Over nature, we claim to be master
To have control of all, is our intent
But this is now leading to disaster
Our duty-to-care, shows we play jester
In self-cherishing much of our time spent
Over nature, we claim to be master
Our populations growing ever faster
On expansion, we simply won't relent
But this is now leading to disaster
Our pollutiing waste is left to fester
For we will never pay out to prevent
Over nature, we claim to be master
Our pesticides are to control nature
We will not share our food is the intent
But this is now leading to disaster
Our proposed targets seem to get nowhere
For we have not the will to prevent
Over nature, we claim to be master
But this is now leading to disaster
The Blossoms Cleared Out
When she was alive
She talked about the good days
Pineapples and sugarcane
Wild and feral
She worked in those fields long ago
As a native of Hawaii
And as a child growing up in paradise
She loved her home
Especially the fruits of her labor and roots
She and her family lived off the land
Fresh vegetables, fruits, and fish
That was the way of life
For three generations her family subsisted
And blossomed off the land
Then the clearing
It started when the Hawaiian Monarchy was taken
The turn of the 20th century turned on the natives
Foreign intrusion brought their apples and oranges
And money, and power
All were looked upon as pesticides by the natives
Everything indigenous to Hawaii was slowly wiped out
The blossoms, pineapple fields, and my mother
It cut at the heart, the bloodlines
Today the walk of life on Oahu is mostly concrete jungle
Sadly
The pineapple fields turned into subdivisions of homes
My mother's family home at the mercy of requisition
Without any compassion or retribution
Sadly
I can surmise to the cheers of the apples and oranges
I remember my mother's final breath
I could see, still, how the clearing welled in her eyes
And can imagine a plume of pesticides in her nightmares
connie pachecho
2/20/23
Quote: "I shall be like a tree planted by the river"
Amidst the orchard's verdant scene, I stand tall,
Beneath the azure sky, I hear the river's call.
Cherries ripe and red, like jewels they gleam,
Delightful treasures in this picturesque dream
Each blossom to cherry, a journey of sweet delight,
From dawn till dusk, in the soft glow of twilight.
Gentle breezes carry whispers through the air,
Harmony of nature, beyond compare.
"I shall be like a tree planted by the river's flow,"
Juicy fruits my bounty, in abundance they grow.
Kindred spirits, birds of all size and hue,
Lingering, feasting on cherries, fresh and true.
My friends gather 'round, with glee upon their face,
Noshing on cherries, a sweet embrace.
Overflowing baskets, a bounty to behold,
Pleasures of cherry picking, stories untold.
Questing for perfection in each cherry's hue,
Ripe with flavor, each one tried and true.
Seasons bring bounty, no pesticides in sight,
Trust the organic purity, cherries invite.
Underneath the cherry tree canopy, I find solace and peace,
Veiled in nature's beauty, my worries release.
With each passing moment, I learn to thrive,
Xenial with the world, in which I'm alive.
Yearning for wisdom, like leaves in the breeze,
Zealously embracing life's mysteries.
SPRING GARDEN PREPARATION (20150213)
After the winter season
But before the rains begin
Catalogues of heirloom seeds
Delivered just in time
Earmarked and prioritized
Farmer’s Almanac consulted
Given planting periods
Horoscopes included (but useless!)
Individual seed varieties ordered
Junk mail shredded and added to compost
K (potassium) added as potash
Lumber purchased for trellises
Mulching around transplanted seedlings
Non-Genetically Modified Organisms only
Organic fertilizers only, too
Planting by phases of the moon
Quick-fix pesticides are anathema
(Round-Up kills everything--US, not just weeds)
Seed boxes keeping seedlings warm
Testing the soil for minerals and organics
Unleashing ladybugs and pollinators
Vertical gardening to conserve space
Watering just enough, but not too much
Xenocide, killing unwanted weed species
Youngsters helping (or hindering)
Zoning plants to vary root depths
In May, as we honor Our Blessed Mother Mary, Jesus’ first
and most important Apostle as Queen of Heaven and Earth, let us also focus on how to care for God’s creation. Everything in the worldbelongs to God, and our job is to care for it out of love for him and our neighbor. Try these easy and low-cost ways to care for God’s creation:
If you are interested in birds, put up a bird house in your yard
or neighborhood. More habitats disappear each year and birds have fewer places to nest
Limit the use of chemicals and pesticides in your yard. They
may be harmful to birds, wildlife, and pets
Wash laundry in cold water. You’ll cut energy bills and find
that most clothes are just clean.
When hiking or walking outdoors, stay on trails, keep dogs
on leashes and avoid sensitive natural areas especially during nesting season.
Dispose of oil and other toxic materials properly. One gallon
of oil poured down the sewer can contaminate one million gallons of fresh water.
Replace one incandescent light bulb each month with
energy-efficient compact fluorescent ones.
Reduce the amount of water your toilet uses during each flush
by placing a jar or other closed container full of water into your toilet tank.
Collect rainwater from gutters by placing containers at the
end of each gutter. Use it to water your garden or neighborhood landscaping.
Give thanks to God as the Creator at mass. Our worship of
Him will make us more aware of all God’s creation.
Pollution is found in our rivers and seas
Of raw chemical waste and plastic
Toxic pesticides are killing the bees.
Mother Earth is down on her knees
This man made situation is drastic
Pollution is found in our rivers and seas.
In forests they're cutting down the trees
That is affecting everything climatic
Toxic pesticides are killing the bees.
Clouds of toxic dust travels on the breeze
That causes many to become asthmatic
Pollution is found in our rivers and seas.
More pandemics are coming with disease
The experts are not being overdramatic
Toxic pesticides are killing the bees.
Mother Earth will either burn or freeze
Seeing our earth dying is quite traumatic.
Pollution is found in our rivers and seas
Toxic pesticides are killing the bees.
Written on 14th April 2021
A MAJOR WORLD PROBLEM Poetry Contest
Sponsored By L. Milton Hankins
I remember only too well
when years ago and once more
the clouds of my mind and soul
hung way below the horizon
pernicious weeds took well to it
infested my brain
grew roots and shooters
obstructed neuronal pathways
and pesticides only seemed
to further all negative growth
and now has come that time again
I am not talking about
a few thistles or dandelions
more like ragwort spreading
incessantly overtaking what
had been beautiful meadow
back then my wife soulmate and lover
made me clear a square meter or so
of our overgrown garden
and it seemed tedious and pointless
but almost like in prayer
I got down on my hands and knees
and fought the half acre or so
eventually the house and garden
became pleasing enough to sell and move on
thickets and malicious underwood
has sprung up again
a bracken underwood covers the ground
infiltrates me through every crevice
grinds up cracks and remorseful pores
the same cracks which are made
for the sun to shine threw
today I own an allotment
which has taken badly to
lack of care and involvement
time to move forward
with enough of the past being present
and for making every day count
in order to heal
I might keep some brambles
to harvest and even harvest some fruit
for now I must remember that one square meter
over time adds up
and that the elements are able
to cope with distress
and with myself
A Poet Road
Now that it is hot and the sun has turned from
a warm friend to a raging enemy, what did I say
to make it so burning hot?
I`m up early and drive around, stopping and take
pictures of growing plants before the rampant
sun makes them lose all colors.
Then, before I knew it was ten o’clock time to
sit indoors watching the miserable news
and trivial entrainment programs.
The bushfires of terror are something we have to
live with until we learn to clear the undergrowth
and when needed...brutally weed.
I’m thinking of a man who has a small field of
the greenest vines, every day he tends lovingly
his bushes, you see, we should not be too kind.
On the other hand, we cannot poison the land
with pesticides to save a plant we like and
forgetting that all life has its place.