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Can we not show some love for Planet Earth
For it is suffering from our brutal way?
From it we plunder everything of worth
As our numbers grow more and more each day.
We turn resources to polluting waste
That poisons the air, oceans and the land
As we blunder forth with increasing haste.
The truth we do not want to understand
For this would show that we must curb our greed
That would put at risk our self-cherishing.
But we just let our precious planet bleed
As we’re addicts of reckless consuming.
Can we not show some love for Planet Earth
And stop plundering it for all its worth?
Walking with your eyes closed
Kids roam in the streets
as schools cry for more seats,
Many sleep in hunger
while food in the bin creeps.
Can you lend a helping hand,
rather than walk with eyes closed ?
Youth smitten by money
losing morals to iniquities,
Drenched in luxuries
a living masquerade.
Can you catechize ethics
Or still walk with eyes closed ?
Abusing nature for greed
exploiting feeble and fleece,
Plundering water and soil
looting air and oil.
Can you fix up this and end
Or blindness would you pretend ?
Proving valour in bouts of spar,
To quench this thirst in name of war,
Sitting on throne conquered in ashes,
crowned in Bloodshed.
Would you aggrandize and greet?
Treasure time, will else fleet,
And stop walking with your eyes closed.
Written Feb 22nd, 2017
For contest by Jamie
Come all, sail along with me!
Welcome aboard to a Pirate's Ship of World History
I’ll be your story teller, to you I will relay
All about the great buccaneer named, Sir Henry
Sir Henry Morgan was his complete name
Whose valiance had brought him huge wealth and fame
Plundering ships…. storming the Spanish Main
Doing his mission with no mercy…his fierceness’ flame!
This valiant Welsh Army showed his atrocity
Since the later time of sixteenth hundred century
Seizing Providencia, , Puerto Principe and other towns
Elected as admiral after conquering them all successfully.
Ruthless attacks went on… invading Spanish settlements
No fear at all, a notorious privateer of English men
Aiming Puerto Bello, a city with vast treasure that time
He took over 200,000 pieces of eight, such a glorious reign!
Gathering all men to his eleven-ship fleet
Deliberating Cartagena de Indias, their next hit
But his intoxicated men had accidentally ignited his ship
His fleet was reduced, Maracaibo was the next goal to defeat
‘Though he’d sometimes unlucky chances along the way
Storms, striking reefs, or captured ships….yet, no dismay
Epic voyage continued in large vessels with his unique tactics
Most Audacious Leader of Expedition: his West Indies’ Name Display
That was his most significant voyage from 1665 and beyond
Where he also sailed with greater fate at Cow Island
On 1670, he targeted Panama firing and burning its ground
And conquered the whole troops of Gov. Perez de Guzman
Sir Henry Morgan was a respectable man ‘til he died
For he did his mission for England’s sake, 'though he was tried
His immense contributions to Jamaica were remarkable
A dependable Hero in his power, one of the England’s Prides!
©2016Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
Dec. 30, 2015 1.55pm
"LUX VITAE LUX"
Here you stamp
your mark of
approval or not
We meet at the point
where a Father
is the judge of what is good
and what is not.
And we try so hard
to avoid heart contact
over all the plundering words said
light and dark
yet we open minds
that chance by our trials
to believe in something bigger -
Ours
in hours
kangaroo courts
turn triggers
forgiveness
bleeds kindness
that empowers
never forgotten
never left behind
key burns the open backhand
for Heart’s gate
the golden thread
gifted you
through eye of needle
labyrinthine
smyth sewn into
the fabric of you
You,
of all people
I will bring through
with me
to the other side
Evensong -
though you don't believe,
I did all along
(ladyLabyrinth / 2021)
gvlm-scm
"Agnus Dei"/Samuel Barber
https://youtu.be/AiuC_CaObbI
lux vitae lux / latin. translation.
I write my verses in seclusion and solitude,
in isolation, free from disturbances and interference, I write;
once upon a time I kept my poems secret in concealment,
privacy was required for me as I was so afraid of what people would say.
Then one day, I got the courage to share them,
I posted them online, and they became subject to piracy, theft;
plagiarism, pillage, copyright infringements, and plundering,
bootlegger raiders, marauders and thieves of words roam around cyber world.
Those who cannot write will mimic, mirror, echo,
replicate, forge and appropriate, rip off my words and your words;
a total copy cat, or just duplicate random lines, oh the sad pain,
but how does one prove these stolen words are true, bona fide, and genuine.
So, I write my verses quietly in authenticity,
I share them with the world, I send them on wings of beauty;
and should a low down, no good thief steal my words away;
there is nothing I can do to stop them, but never can they steal my soul.
_______________________________________
November 17, 2016
Poetry/Verse/ I Am The Real Thing
Copyright Protected, ID 16-850-914-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest,Privacy is Like Piracy
sponsor, Ironic Zink
Second Place
The orders were clear and for unknown reasons I was in charge given a loaded pistol and commanded to send everyone to a central area 5 kilometers away the enemy with overwhelming strength was already on the outskirts of our city pillaging plundering and taking prisoners within my designated area schools homes and businesses were were open and occupied schools were easy to evacuate students quickly complied homes were more challenging as some refused to leave orders were to let them stay if resisting as time was not forgiving force only to be used as defense if physical safety was compromised animals were allowed those unable to evacuate were to be left behind services were promised to be available at the gathering location transport vehicles were random and uncomfortable alerts were communicated through various media my dream ended when I woke up I noticed towards the end of my dream I was in stocking feet and regretted not putting my boots on I wanted it to go away to be like before I didn't like being mean to people
Not my jamm
This generic creek king mortal mwm
(who generally river ears the bay sea gully feels ire ate
asper propensity plundering positive human qualities
tested to the max), bait
ting virtue with rapacious opprobrious
malicious lugubriousness, and hatred create
head via the violent wickedness yawping zealously
oceans of tears that in un date
every nook and cranny of society, wrenching,
whip-sawing, and hammering extirpate
ting, the delicate nuances that anthropological fate
bequeathed to *****sapiens
species and genus undermining great
ness brought forth by artistic, democratic,
and graphic accomplishments with HATE
diluting the virtuous unification treatises
agonizingly tried to insulate
basic rights, whence erosion, corrosion,
and abrasion with goliath gangrenous monstrosities of late
subtract at frightful pace, the very survival of mankind and doth mate
absolute evil that percolates into the body electric,
where bloody fiendish genies prosper upending immunity
fostering broods that deign devious strategies in Nate
to destroy any salient sliver via BuzzFeed ding fifty shades of a gray pate
outwitting tentative grasp upon survival
barely fending off lashing off faux kings who e quate
might with right, and bring out the big guns
which blitzkrieg magazines fire at greased lightening speed rate
this battle whereby competing credos, ethos,
and grand Poobah grinds by force state
mints that all most obey lest Das Capital life will not tolerate
nasty, short and brutish torture engendering wailing ululate
diminish in a vain attempt to escape the maws of madness
where the grim reaper doth patiently wait.
The mellow western sky darkened,
The sea was calm that night,
Yachts tacking across the bay
Towards their appointed piers.
Luminous moon rays shimmer
Over wavelets that bathed
The coloured pebbles
Strewn all over the long shore.
As night slowly fell
I began my walk along the promenade.
A soft breeze was a welcome to all
Especially to the sailors that plied the bay
In their sleek sailing boats
Now tinged in red by the dying sun.
Along the promenade, I met with friends
A few words of salutation
But I hurried on toward an ancient tower
That once stood guard against pirates
That invades the surroundings.
Plundering and taking slaves with them.
The Tower was now a restaurant,
And there sat my love waiting for me.
The breeze-blown brightness of her hair
Seem to invite me to our destined tryst.
She stood up and we embraced,
A soft kiss on her wet lips.
It was a promising beginning
Of our night of love.
HARD WORK
They say that hard work will not kill you, just tell that to our ancestors who worked hard all their lives.
Believing in the great lie, fed to them by those in charge, that hard work will not kill you.
While they reaped all the benefits of their workers hard work, the rich and the powerful only got richer by their hard work of lies plundering and raping of poor countries resources and their people.
then they passed their cunning ways unto their children, that continue the practice of their ancestors, to keep the rich, richer and the poor, poorer and those in the middle fighting with each other.
For sure "Hard work will kill you" that is why the people at the top truly believe in a trickle down affects, knowing that it does not work, keeping the people fighting with each other.
people with a sense of reason do not mind hard work, if they are paid a fare
and living wage for their hard work
Most people want the same things for their families a place to call their own
were as the rich stands in their towers, looking over the people planning their next move wanting more.
how much is enough, they are never satisfied, forever wondering the world for
their next high " No woman, no man children or love can provide"
Were as the poor man looks over his fields and his family and says, "How blessed I am"
Hard work to put food on the table, a roof over your family's head gives you a
a sense of wellbeing, that no amount of plundering and looking for the next high can give you.
That is when hard work works
In ending, I have travel many countries in this world, and have come in contact with many people from all status of life, and if I am truly honest with myself as I try to be while travelling on life's journey, all the above can apply to both rich and poor.
Life is simple we humans make it so difficult for each other just to survive
For several thousands of years
you upheld the sacredness of Nature
avoiding wanton destruction
of plant and animal life
taking only what you needed
since their sacredness was
just as important to you
as the sacredness of humanity
When harvesting wild rice for food
you let some fall into the water
to produce crops for the future
Surrounding a pack of wild sheep
while hunting in the mountains
you let a male and female escape
so by their reproductive process
they would ensure the
continuation of their species
You saw yourself as part of Nature
living in harmony with it
and not plundering it with greed
Your religion was to respect Nature
viewing all plants and animals
as parts of its magnificent fabric
Abuse of a part of it was
an abuse of the whole
Your way of life
provides valuable lessons
that can teach mankind how
to deal with today's ecological crisis
that threatens the survival
of all life on the planet
You were the genuine
Guardian of the Environment
I have always admired the way of life of the Native American Indians living in harmony with Nature before the advent of the Europeans. By extension, this applies to all indigenous peoples including the Amerindians and Polynesians. This piece is dedicated to them.