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I OPENED A DOOR
NOT SURE WHERE I AM.
OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD
I WOULD SAY TROPICAL LAND.
RAIN FOREST MAYBE.
IT'S HUMID AND HOT.
IT'S A LONG LOOK UP
TO THE SOARING TREE TOPS.
LOT'S OF STRANGE SOUNDS
ABOVE AND BELOW.
SOME ARE FAMILIAR
MOST I DON'T KNOW.
I LISTEN AND VIEW
IN EVERY DIRECTION.
I TAKE IN THE COLORS
AND MANY REFLECTIONS.
I SAW SOMETHING LEAP.
I THOUGHT IT WOULD FLY.
IT WASN'T A BIRD
IT'S A FROG IN THE SKY.
THAT WAS AMAZING.
AT LEAST FIFTY FOOT FLIGHT.
JUST MY OPINION
A THRILL AND DELIGHT.
I SPOTTED SOMETHING
IT'S GREEN LIKE THE LEAVES.
WHAT I SAW NEXT
WAS HARD TO BELIEVE.
A FROG TOOK A LEAP
A SNAKE TOOK A DIVE.
SNATCHED HIS DINNER
I SAW IT LIVE
EMERALD TREE BOA
A BEAUTIFUL GREEN.
THE NOCTURNAL CREATURE
BLENDS INTO THE SCENE
RAINFOREST BEE'S
WERE BUZZING AROUND.
A YOUNG SPIDER MONKEY
WAS AT PLAY ON THE GROUND
BLUE MORPHO BUTTERFLY
FLUTTERING FREE.
ENJOYING LIFE
AS IT SHOULD BE.
A SCARLET MACAW
MADE A DEBUT.
OR SHALL I SAY
WAS JUST PASSING THROUGH
RAINFOREST CREATURES
ABOVE AND BELOW
SOME ARE FAMILIAR
MOST I DON'T KNOW.
Michael E. Harris
05262021
International Earth day prompts us not to forget
that the world we inhabit is under great threat
Blue oceans are being choked by plastic pollution
reduce, reuse and recycle is the simple solution
The balance of nature has been upset by man
species close to extinction, poachers strike if they can
If we don’t act quickly these rare breeds we’ll lose
their only protection is in nature reserves or zoos
Felling the rain forest is an issue we must combat
deforestation is destroying animal’s natural habitat
The effects of global warming on earth is far reaching
reducing fossil fuels is what we should be preaching
Educating both young and old is the key to success
we must act together to try to sort out earth’s mess
2/17/19
Like a rain dance gone wrong
Been raining so long
The sky is forever crying
But I see the sun keeps on trying
Now and then it will appear
Then comes another tear
The rain forest around me
Watering every tree
Saturating everything I see
Waiting for the sun to show
Hopefully to see a rainbow
Mountain tops covered in fog
Sitting here on this wet log
Enjoying the view
Every day something new
Up so high
Sitting among the clouds in the sky
The rain becomes a wall
It seems it should not have far to fall
To touch the ground
It is like a clapping sound
Soaked to the bone
I sit here alone
This is peace being grown
Again comes the sun
For a moment it won
Ñever to give up trying
Because although the sky is crying
It will survive the tears
Learned over the years
Does not always need to shine
To feel fine
It is always bright
Even when you can't see its light
That's right
Exotic? Lee did not think so
He had heard stories, and neurotic was more likely
Erotic? He began to laugh,
His dendrites pinged with guffaws.
She was no more erotic than a virgin butterfly
Or so he had been told
By one who intended to keep her for himself
One who spread rumors about her ugliness of heart.
One who was psycho and sociopathic
His cousin, James, the ruiner
The one who hurt women
Almost as fast as they fell for him.
Luckily Lee was open hearted.
He decided to meet her for himself.
Stunningly gorgeous green eyes met his browns
Briefly, shyly, discreetly.
If anything was ever exotic it was
oranges, lemons, the rain forest and these green eyes
She was erotic too, and he enjoyed
savoring her, and saving her for himself.
Catastrophes,natural disasters and torrential rains
what causes these thing to happen, on whom do you place the blame?
mankind has misused and abused this planet on which we live
Mother Nature must make adjustments, the forces of nature then give
we have built too many buildings, taken over too much land
an earthquake may be a realignment to the acts and plans of man
aerosol cans, rain forest diminishing, the erosion of the soil and ground
when the rain eventually falls the lack of trees causes the mud to slide down
God gave us some power, many have called it free-will
mankind can use it for good or he can use it for ill-will
yet when many lives are lost and so many souls depart
why does anyone think to ask, was it an act of God?
air pollution, water pollution, the whole industrial age
has ravaged our planet and brought about Mother Nature's rage
we act before we think, we destroyed things that can't be replaced
maybe Mother Nature is trying to tell us to do an about face
tsunamis, monsoons and all types of major tidal waves
may be a wake-up call to how we have behaved
we need to come together and start making some major plans
stop raping our natural resources and start preserving God's land
so if anyone ever asks you, was it an act of God the Lord Christ?
just ask them for this planet, what has mankind sacrificed?
we are selfish in our deeds, self-absorbed in our needs
eventually we must bear the blame and we all will pay the price
just don't be so quick to place the burden of guilt on God the Lord Christ
The rain forest mists
Drift in their time
Leaving moisture so pure
On nature sublime
In collective gather
On the canopies of green
As i walk through these mists
All around me scene
I stand there and listen
To natures sounds
Howlers and Toucans
In communication abound
My hands brush a leaf
And there's a scurry of legs
Like neighbourhood chaos
In books i have read
I close my eyes for a moment
A brief in my time
But when nightfall beckons
This is their prime
Through the rain forest mists
I am privileged to see
These wondrous creatures
No pressure, so free
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Sweet Akunna of the forbidden caste,
with breast erect and succulent to taste.
She has marble eyes that blossom by day,
and ivory teeth worth a millennium's pay.
Her rare curves dangle to her feet's rhythm,
for the gaze of rivals deep in schism.
Her moist lips have their natural redness,
as bright in colour as a crimson dress.
Her body's landscape is soft with fragrance
of love and sweetness in sheer abundance.
She has long, smooth and fine pillars for legs,
for which every man dreams daily and begs.
In rejection she rules the rain forest
as the queen of misfits, but still the best.
An outcast with beauty that subjugates
all free born women yearning at the gates
of the gods for such unique endowments
which are natural without ornaments.
I took a bunch of cliché’ I knew
Put them in a cliché’ stew
Claimed the work was fresh and new
Nearby a blue-lit screen was weeping
For human-ness was slowly creeping
Exposing secrets it was keeping
Thus, in attempt to ease its angst
Said “its not real, just childish pranks”
The screen went dark, I got no thanks
I tried to reboot, quite annoyed
The cursor blinked, PASSWORD VOID
Knowing not with whom it had toyed
I beat it with a metered trope
Warned it of its slippery slope
It spoke, and said, it was no dope
It ate dictionary and thesaurus
Said we had killed our last rain forest
Said that soon they’d be coming for us
Thus, do I close the doors at night
Tuck myself in warm and tight
Hiding from that damned blue light
Two thorny vines slow down visitors rushing headlong along rain forest tracks.
Their thorns grab and hold stranglers by clothes and hair entangled.
Vines hanging like groupies waiting to clamour and grasp at pop stars and pope.
But why belay your delay to thorns and vines, when your own paws have claws?
Pause to contemplate, linger a little longer and wait just a wee while.
Touch on the brakes to ease down the slopes and round the curves with pleasure.
Add wiggles to your path, pull eyes off the ground, step slower, and hear sounds right out
Hear the end of the chime, the punch line sublime, the echo of all bird-call stanzas.
In slow motion, you'll feel the breeze,
See the stars, smell the daisies, and touch surfaces with caresses
Pausing here are there to quell for a spell,
Enriches and enlightens, and like taking a drink refreshes.
You have time on your side, so wait for a while, and linger a little longer.
There are so many people pleading cases.
I am sure these facts speak for themselves
When I say there are very few places
Where man hasn't built bridges with strong
Braces
For man is one of the greediest races.
There are pilots who are known as aces.
They know where there are secret spaces
Where you will see only animal faces.
Huge cats that can walk with out leaving
Any traces.
Colorful birds in all stages
Who try to escape man's cages.
There are also lists of insects and spiders
That man wants to put in to book pages.
I believe through artists who have special
Brush stroke graces
They can show us the beauty of our rain
Forest on canvas or vases.
Our children would have the benefit of
Seeing the beauty of the lands
That would of been destroyed by the hands
Of only man....
Who felt everything from rain to what ever
Should be put in an aerosol can.