Long Plant life Poems
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Good morning sun, as we enter into a new year, I thank God for you,
I thank you for blessing me with your rays of love light and energy, shining ever so brightly each day.
no matter what austerities, adversities or circumstances that may come your way you are forever constant.
I want to be just like you, to shine ever so brightly each day, no matter austerities, adversities or circumstances that may come my way.
I thank you every morning, for all that you do, if you did not do the things that you do, life on this planet earth would cease to exist.
My father created the sun, the moon, the stars, and all the planets in the galaxies and the universities, he created them all.
then he created this planet earth and all things on it, the oceans, the rivers, the mountains, the trees all plant life on land and in the sea, all animal life on land and in the sea, all precious metals, gemstones, oils and gases.
My father created them all, then he created men and women and gave us this planet for our home, he made us the custodians of this planet earth and all things on it.
And even though at times we are so undeserving of this great honor, but God is a loving and forgiven father and I am so grateful for his love and grace.
I am a child of God and of the light, my father and I am one, I am that I am, in the name of the father the son and the holy spirit my lord and savior Jesus Christ, may you wash me with your blood make me anew cleanse me of all my sins and transgressions.
To you my father I give all things, you know my heart, my desires, my wants and my needs.
forever grateful for the gift of life, to earths custodians please take care of mother earth for there is no other!
Wendsday child filled with woe born into choas cold empty shadow.
she who shivers while her baby glows
small feet and eyes simply close
A tight fist hearth a crying mist
skin that is dark who fathomed sun kiss
kissed on the bridge
of thy nose
curiosity strikes thee small eyes that follow
magnetic warmth that only you dream about cookies and candles and a water spout
hope cools the steam off a dragon's snout an image of worry succeeds his doubt
fire flares but only rage finds out broken glass only acommpany a shout
she knows pain... and he knows now
A love tie broken but why tight bounds?
Fragile mind do you feel sadden at all?
you laugh and play
pass river sheep small
you will seek out the forest trees tall
mysterious uplifts whenever you fall
they beck your name they need not call.
You're just a babe
A scattered brain U
what path do you take
You must be brave!
you suddenly peer a great goldenly gate
clever u are not
so vines you break,
unnecessarily so plant life you take
the spirit of wonder you seemingly shake
It's The women who used her hand as a plate!
She guides your light so bright and so pure all through the night her lullaby cures
She chased away your lonesome fear
You feel comfort now that she's here
she a flower who wilts away
pours u her soul as her leaves turn grey
you are captivated by the beauty of her growth she whispers to you like a sacred oath
she will say to love and to pray and always be wise her eyes will cry you seem to know why.
she can no longer play in Marvelous May
the sun has to set at the end of the day.
you weep the woes of wistful Wednesday.
On this pale blue dot in which all man lives,
Take a moment to think what all this means,
The animals, plant life and all that gives,
Pleasures taken from all the sublime scenes.
But from outer space, it looks like a dot,
A world full of wonders and miracles,
Evolution working in every spot,
Like with the lunar nodes that push and pull.
A fascinating place to say the least,
From volcanos to tsunamis and more,
But the sun will always rise in the east,
With every ocean, you will find its shore.
Could one explain this world to another?
To us, we simply call her our mother.
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22~11~16
(To be sang to the tune of...
"Modern Major General" by Gilbert and Sullivan)
I am the very model of a modern medi miracle.
I've defied all odds against prognosis. It's hysterical!
I've so many issues now,
Still living and I don't know how.
I am the very model of a modern medi miracle.
I shouldn't have made fifty - I'm now an octogenarian!
The Guinness Book of Records have now started on their queryin'.
I've simply lived a healthy life
Without unnecessary strife.
I am the very model of a modern medi miracle.
I've found humour through the darkest and most trying of all times.
Sometimes there are no words and no, nor are there any clever lines.
But funny strikes through thick and thin,
Convinces us that we can win
And somehow lightens heavy loads when things start to look frightenin'.
It made me feel quite proud when I was dubbed by docs "the alpha male"
This means I'm extra strong and so to prove them right I will not fail.
This power that resides in me
Gives me the capability
To be a living proof that there are modern medi miracles.
I've found joy in things I see. The sky. The plant life and the bird.
My soul is often lifted by the natural music I have heard.
Yes. Not all meds are clinical.
There's love. There's faith. To add to all,
It helps to be a model of a modern medi miracle.
There are special people who have always stood right by my side.
Those closest to my heart have listened to the tears I have cried.
So looking back it's obvious,
Lest you be oblivious
Why I am the model of a modern medi miracle!
Spring, Where Are You?
The cold wind is blowing,
with no sunshine showing,
and now it is snowing!
Spring, where are you?
Plant life should be teaming
new stems and buds streaming,
yet, Spring is daydreaming
midst the cold brew.
We've held off our planting,
no seedlings transplanting.
More nor'easters ranting!
What can we do?
This Winter's still fighting
the Springtime we're sighting...
long days, the sun lighting
flowers in view.
Cold Winter days clinging,
as Spring's out there winging;
our hopeful hearts singing,
let Spring come through!
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Early March 2019
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 03/02/2019
I walk alone on a misty winter morn
Through fields of brilliant white, which they now beautifully adorn
Clumps of frozen grass scrunching stiffly underfoot
This crisp winter chill, ever so sharply does it cut
Fallen foliage has gathered upon my path
Next year’s nutrition will be the aftermath
Bird nests are now visible within skeletal trees
All of a sudden exposed to the frigid winter breeze
My fingers numb, my little nose is so red
All gods creatures tackling the winter dread
Once green plant life now veiled in white
The persistence of life, so resilient in its fight
Snow gently falling like a fantasy dream
Picturesque rooftops blanketed in vanilla cream
The sky was a misty haze, not a cloud to be seen
Like an all-encompassing canopy screen
A grandma struggles along frozen streets
On a quest to retrieve some Christmas treats
She battles through the numbing snow
A week's worth of groceries all in tow
Santa readies himself, way up in Lapland
As children across the world watch the minute hand
Parents hoping all will go as planned
While outside, a magnificent white winter wonderland
I often stand out at night, as snow falls delicately upon me
Like crystalline stars descending from the heaven's glory
A unique snowflake for every creature great and small
A simple snowflake, one for all
Seed - scattered strewn or downtrodden.
Grain stuck on passive flytrap mucus.
Wild life biomes ripe with open sesame.
Frantic birth pangs stiffen their gestations as green leaf ferments bubble underneath.
Mother of all wombs, diva pulse or fertile runner bean.
Maternal youth.
Eternal youth.
Bamboo shoots that wave their infant tassels
in a windmill vane.
Future plant life leveler a wobbly wellie earth crunch.
Squelching noises tower over brown air pigment mulch.
Sweet pea treasure’s
plot or topsoil script, ploughman’s pen an agri-birthmark issue.
Acorns cling to feather beak and claw with migrant species casually dispersing airborne clan.
Pity the poor bacteria as they bear their own strain.
Mediators in regrowth,
life cycle go betweens who skirt around infinity.
Pregnant life force signage points at blossom, branch and blade.
Father sky, whose azure blue tarpaulin watches blithely as we earthlings bloom like algae.
Captain chlorophyll, the sunshine nabbing pirate rules the waves.
Sugar dazzle booty on display for fortune hunters everywhere.
Placenta of the rural outcrop overstretched.
Nourishing, replenishing yet prematurely procreates its progeny.
Compost layer genus code emulsions where thorny splatters worm themselves inside.
Gene pool mirror drapes its vibrant colour wash on foetal lime bow and arrow twigs.
A prism to some rainbow tint or shaft.
Muddy waters percolating sluggishly through all those clay born matrices below.
Our natural breeds now wet nurse turf ground offspring.
Nutrients absorbed by network carriers- sprout and stem WIFI eco-mates.
Elevator of the undergrowth in embryo.
Going up going down.
Timeless womb your time will always come.
Posted 13 th August 2021
I'm that guy who literally could never harm a fly.
I respect life too much and it saddens me to see anything die.
I once had a guest at my home when a little cockroach began to roam
foraging atop of my table.
My guest raised his hand to give that cockroach a slam,
but I grabbed his wrist rendering him unable.
I scooped up the little guy safely into my closed palm.
I then tossed it out my window so its life could go on.
It saddens me to consume even the simplest of plant life
because life is so precious. It's every living things unalienable right.
Yes, I respect all life, plants, animals, even creatures most consider vermin.
The fact that we must survive by consuming the living, is in my sincere blasphemous opinion
truly the greatest mistake of the Creator. It is most definetly God's greatest sin.
the sea winds calling
calling beach tides thrilling
thrilling woodlands for hiking
hiking along streams vibrant
vibrant wildlife still sprawling
sprawling plant life enthralling
enthralling cobble streets for strolling
strolling perfection in a New England town ~~
a New England town of actual living sounds -
sounds like I should permanently settle down:
Leading a simple life are solid folk.
Many fish the sea for their living.
In city life, they would be slowpokes,
but here time is for deep breathing.
Old lighthouses dot an idyllic coast
and fishing boats fill the scenic harbors.
There’s shellfish aplenty for dining ardor.
Many inns are old homes of lace and charm,
reminiscent of America’s youth.
There are old horse bridges and farms
built when pride was America’s truth.
There is much history to relish
and nature that stirs one zealous.
New England is the good life embellished
and an address that I would cherish.
Sky talk
The massive intellect of the universe
have thought that it is no longer cost-effective to
human on planet earth
The problem is how to save other non-human life
plants, trees, and flowers
Careful before one continues lest it thinks useful
born without a sense of humor, regarded fun-time
as an extension of work
What is needed to save the world's plant life is
to find a person magnifically stupid, who is silent
and delay any sensible reaction.
Enter, the Peacemaker
A man of such foibles as admitting to failure will
lead humanity so quickly to a fall that there shall
There's no asking, oh dear, what happened
Smoothly, the voice of the alter intellect said
Tucker Carlson is packing, and his readers sighed
The rumors were true