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Dawn, you fall upon striking radiance,
Birds lift the sky using wings patience,
Barren and wizened tree, I trust your vitality,
A sympathy that teams will ignite beauty.
In a palm tree, I sense the vicinity of God,
Insight into the immersion of her slid plod,
Unbounded in the knot of her whirling line,
Sprouts that grip her arm detect the shine.
A forlorn area with five palms and no plan,
A sequence can be upheld or a dream span,
The Sun, also the wind, renovate them up,
God is the lone neighbor of this turning shrub.
They sent me a brilliant association card,
Interface with each one or tool; odds aired,
An echo or soft spell will assist you to connect,
Permit a break to interfere with the planet.
Dwelling to gain my insight and future move,
If you're a skeptic, ignore others' reprove,
Alike fall leaves, beliefs, and flows are altering,
Take advantage of your mothers cunning.
The clay of life morphs sort of borne gold,
Hooray for the victorious funding reward!
Poems are alike tepid baths for the heart,
When the wind blow and the shrubs melt.
Connect with your spirit and the sacred tree,
I barely foresee the specifics of your jubilee,
To simplify your life, adapt rather than resist,
Ultimately, colors can evoke thoughts of drift.
I sense grace in how she sways in the breeze.
Dignity as she soars to the heights, appease.
She relaxes as she exudes the noxious air
She displays courage by resisting despair.
Written: May 15, 2022
1st Place contest winner
Wisdom From Trees Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
I am responsible
and responsive
to every human built shelter
I have experienced as home,
mine to use,
to buy further improvements or sell,
to renovate or destroy.
I am responsible
and vulnerably responsive
to every lot of unimproved real estate,
every plot against healthy soil
and supporting water systems
and plants
and living creatures
who once called this place, home,
this space, habitat
to cooperatively use
to regenerate healthy wealth
and to degenerate diseased corruption.
I am accountable
when cooperative responsibilities
become transparent
from now
back toward Earth's uncivilized
precivilized
uncompromised civility,
Wildness,
wilderness,
contemplative silence,
celebrating cacophony,
Polyphonic
polypathic
chaotically complex
beautifully true,
magnificently not mine.
We gave up our unity
With each and every barrier;
Abandoned integrity
Ushers in each disaster.
With our “narrow domestic walls”,
We all live in a cocoon;
Do we ever answer Nature’s call?
How do we expect her boon?
We defiled her to the utmost;
Aye! We love to hate;
With our unpremeditated boast,
We’ve brought in such a state.
We endeavoured to 'modernise'
This world of ours;
Nature will now all traumatise;
No lenience of flowers.
Corona’s raid,
Amphan’s dread
Turns us all afraid;
Once, Nature bled.
It’s time, it’s time,
When we must get unified;
Unity should chime,
Else we’ll get more petrified.
It’s the moment, it’s the moment,
When we all must sympathise;
To get rid of such confinement,
Let’s this earth re-naturalise.
With Pride, Envy, Lust,
We’ve made this earth an inferno;
With Greed, with Disgust,
We do suffer the bleeding blow.
One good deed a day,
At least, if we do,
We’ll keep the storms away;
We’ll feel ever-new.
Let’s renovate each thought;
Let’s renovate our aspect;
Things won’t be brought to naught;
Let’s love, and unite, and respect.
Look amidst the glorious tray
To see the terrain our act has played
Whether for the love or fun of it
The future will tell of what is done
My heart pants
For that which my eyes do see
Even less than that which is played on our screen
Our nation turning to the day of Samaritans
While our heads make their ways
To enrich their Masters offshore
The first change in global debt
And the second our fate is yet to know
But of great relief of more debt as at first
And it's tagged the next level!
Where have we got it wrong?
Which God have we offended?
That I can go to appease
On the elm of debt our representatives
Intend to renovate a building on billions
Yet the court rooms are good looking
For rodents to make as abode
The hospitals are well equipped
For the surgery of the mosquitoes
The roads daily grow to be vampires
We so have much to eat
That penury is the chief cook
In these you tend to seize our voice
Yet both old and young will be ready
To sing your praise
Upon the discharge of five naira at the stadium
Hear oh hear us
For our cry is enough to make an ocean
Daily do we do this
For that which hits our intestines for food and blood to death
We're blessed, yes we're
And let this be our pride
That you cease lending for the sake of the fetus
And for our nation not to be in the state of Samaria
Least we call on God to deal with you like Sanni Abacha
Hear me oh gracious God
To save your people from this slavery of next level being unfold.
Take me home,
Where the magic is,
To find my forgotten noble soul
Wandering in the turf,
Since my world begins to turn around;
Take me home,
Where love precedes love
To stimulate passion of my childhood-
My pleasant, innocent days,
With all the smiling faces around
Inviting heavens to respond with showers of rain
Making every day a celebration,
Living thankfully and joyfully,
While creating magic and compassion in our lives;
Take me home,
Where happiness has landed
For my heart yen for morning melodies
Beauty floating through the universe
Tapping lives blissfully,
And leave sweetness roving around;
So, take me home
That's where I belong
To reconnect with my roots
And renovate my old hut
Make it flowery,
With memories of love, beauty and happiness
Spring is coming soon - and thank the Lord!
Resplendent blossoms renovate each tree.
It cannot get here quick enough for me,
Nor does it linger long. The shining sward
Gleams, garlanded with daisies. Every pond
Is laced with life! I love to see the spawn,
Surmising that the lambs, so lately born,
Can frolic in the fleeces they have donned,
Occasioning the watchfulness of ewes.
March hares are up on haunches, sparring hard,
Ignoring me with haughty disregard,
Neglecting normal safety norms. For shoes,
Gigantic oaks wear boots of bluebell blooms,
Surprising us with old-and-gnarled-and-new!
Obliging insects fertilize the plumes
Of furled-out flowers, iridescent blue,
Narcissus and nasturtium, breaking through!
Sunday 26 March, 2017
you rescued me when you did not have to
my being was evicted from my body
my body was banished from the state of my mind
the state of my mind was unexpectedly annexed
the annexation was totally dismembered by complete discombobulation
i do not even know how you could even look at the end result
i cannot even comprehend how you withstood the stench
however you saw something in me that was worth saving,
and i thank for for just taking the time....to take the time....
the rare teardrops come due to the pain that normally nauseates me
the rare teardrops come due to the honesty that i am forced to face despite my ritual of resistance
the rare teardrops come because of the fact that i have been hiding behind okay for much too long
the rare teardrops come because you inspired me to stop hiding and to stop feeling sorry for myself
as a result, i put a stake through the heart of 'excuse' and happily EXCUSE myself
it feels so good set my mind in another direction and focus on completely something else
i have been the cause of the dismal existence of me for much too long
you exposed me to the much too many errors of my ways and pushed me to renovate and reconstruct
now i am a man with plans, goals, an dreams
gone is my blueprint for neglect, isolation, and schemes
i can now proudly admit that i was so wrong that i just laugh rightfully so
this latest new journey awaits us both....the poem ends here....LET'S GO!
Small and Extra Large Loo
ma viewed her old man in a helpful mood
her sweetness turned to a fiery storm brewed
a two sitter for the loo
his and her tush fit for two
extra spicy will simmer in his food
Eve Roper 11/18/2016
Fred cut two holes in the dunny
His poor wife didn’t find it so funny
The HUGE hole for HER rear
Now filled HIM with fear
She could drop him in poop so runny
(Dunny is an Australian word for toilet)
By: Jan Allison 11/20/2016
Ma clenched her fists in anger when she saw
the two toilet seats constructed by Pa
he made hers entirely too large
then said her butt's big as a barge
Ma's in jail for murder~she broke the law
By: Lin Lane 11/20/2016
Papa was a sweet pleasing spouse
He built mama a new custom outhouse
One look was all it took
She caught him with a left hook
Widening the door all it took to rouse
By: Sonny Roper 11/20/2016
Nothing beats a good wooden throne
A two seater I’d really condone
Oh to share the sound of the plop
From things that tinkle and drop
I fear the wife, would rather go it alone
By: Mark Woods 11/20/2016
I have been ordered to renovate the loo
so my good wifey can go for a poo
the hole I cut was so large
as it had to fit her ****
Oh im in trouble now, what a to-do
By:Stephen Pennell 11/20/2016
Before Dad could reach the pit,
my enraged Mum took a fit.
The seat as we gawked,
made into a wooden stalk.
For my poor pitiful Pop.
By: Jean Murray 11/20/2016
It grew limbs in another clay house,
eyes shut it supped at that table.
On a day or night it awoke to great confusion.
The little clay house waved its arms
and yelled.
It did not know it was a clay house,
It did not know what dwelt within it.
Before it moved into the clay house
it chose to forget.
Other’s told it who it was.
For a long time
it believed it was only clay
with a clay name, a clay identity.
Life flips through its book of years,
only a few times seem indelible
most sink into a fog of forgetting.
Yet you co-create more houses of clay,
you bring forth new houses.
Today you look out of your windows.
You notice, you know
that what you see is inside out.
The clay of your house
is illumined by the one thing
the world of perception cannot create.
It has a real interiority, a real owner.
You turn to see that being in your house,
now you go blind again,
now there is nothing to see.
Are you being haunted?
You ask: Who lives here?
The clay is mute
yet the being speaks
from every room, nook, and cranny -
it speaks.
It has the voice that you forgot you once had,
a voice you share with a greater being.
You remember at last that clay
is part of the many illusions
that the world belongs to.
Now you renovate, clean and sweep,
make ready to step out of the guise
of your house.
Reclusing in my solitary lair
Empty nest with no engineer, consort
Sparsely furnished with building blocks for a brighter day
Enshrouded by walls that elicit dreams, hopes
Alternately, that limit my size and scope
Upscale plans to renovate bland lifestyle
To lay the blueprint for a new, broader course
Caged by my nominal status and working class background
Burnished with colloquial, mundane mortar
Blank slate on which to construct a higher order
But shackled to a past decorated with a static border
Misery compounded by the encroaching, empty spaces
Contented to loiter, pine my detached estate
Slowly molding the finish so I can climb the staircase of fate