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“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts”. Rachel Carson
Mother Earth! In love and awe, we salute you!
Though you are just a speck in this vast universe
There is no other planet to match you in grace
Explorations to outer space have been there since long
But so far, no habitat like yours is found anywhere.
Dear Earth, we see you and call you as our Home.
You have birthed and nurtured countless generations.
You are decked in sprawling vistas, prairies and gardens.
Dressed in green, you soothe our eyes and ease our pain.
In you, there are running brooks and quiet creeks,
Snow-capped mountains with jagged peaks,
Sleeping valleys and towering hillocks,
Sunny beaches, dense woods, canyons and plains.
Wherever we gaze, whatever places we tread
We see a world of beauty and wonder with mysterious live forms
Oceans girdling you are home to numerous marine creatures
Deep in the forest’s shady realm, beasts roam and birds’ twitter
Fawns play, rabbits hop and squirrels dart up and down the trees.
If we roam through the landscape, glimmering with dew,
Listen to the brooklet's susurrus murmur,
Watch the starry eyed flowers with bees humming around,
Our ailing hearts will be soothed and stimulated.
If we contemplate on the beauty of the earth,
We will surely find great reserve of strength to last a life time.
Though Mother Earth provides everything we need
In us is a tendency to exploit and drain her,
Polluting and disrobing her, leaving her so vulnerable,
With carbon emissions and toxic chemicals,
Creating holes in her protective ozone layer.
Thoroughly deprived of clean air and crystalline waters,
She is left sterile, barren and ugly, so unlivable.
Oh, Mother Earth,
Benevolent thou art, still ever malevolent men,
We assault you and we maim and mar,
We suck the life sap – we leave you dry,
We ooze out the blood and cast you dead.
Oh! Pardon us!! ‘Spare your rod’
Lash not – we fall at your feet!
Love is non-mechanical
it doesn’t crank, pinion
or always work dependably.
In cavalier moments, I thought I knew
something of how it all works—
it’s apertures and shafts—
its grinds and reciprocations.
I’d judge it’s motions
work its levers, judge its spins,
and address its slippery angles.
You could call me obsessive
but obsessive people don’t
obsess this much.
You could call me compulsive
but the compulsive aren't
this compulsive.
All I can do is poise, balance
or swipe a little black credit card.
It’s the only magic I have.
I can’t turn bread into wine
or fish into water.
I can’t make the blind walk
the deaf to see or the lame to
taste again.
God reserves some miracles,
keeps them as close to the vest
as cards.
Jugglers work the circus,
mimes thrash to communicate,
and tightrope walkers fall.
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Songs for this:
Viva la vida by Cold Play
When There Is Love by Karen Sokolof Javitch
The Rainbow Connection by Sarah McLachlan
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How about a Christmas playlist! Because Christmas is in 10 days!
www.daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_29.mp3
Before I walked into those caves, I had reserves. I asked God to help me triumph over the other gods. He granted my request, and I went into the caves after 273 steps. Walking into the caves was an experience. Even an old woman from an Indian family was walking with bare feet. Seeing the young women walking in and out of the caves barefoot was a sight. Mostly, since many of them were beautiful. Their outer appearance. Looking at their feet, I realized a message. To become a beautiful person, one must undergo rigorous training, as the journey is what shapes one.
The bare feet reminded me of the ‘Footprints in the Sand.’
You are being carried toward greatness, even when it seems like you are pushing a boulder uphill.
You must go through the trial before you can enjoy the fruit.
Just as those women probably had a foot massage later, so must we, as people, work hard and then find pleasure later in our journey.
In the marathon of life, we run with grit,
In the sprint of moments, we dash with grace.
In the relay of generations, we pass the baton.
Our legs pump like pistons, hearts our engines,
Our breath is the fuel that fires our journey.
We run through valleys of shadow and doubt,
We run over hills of triumph and joy,
We run beside rivers of tears and laughter.
Our feet leave imprints on the track of time,
Our sweat waters the flowers of our dreams.
Our second wind always waits in the wings,
Our hidden reserves hover just out of sight,
Our untapped strength lurks beneath the surface.
We inhale determination, exhale fatigue,
We drink from the well of perseverance.
We're strong enough to move mountains,
We're powerful enough to shift paradigms,
We're mighty sufficient to forge our paths.
Our will carves canyons through fields of impossibility,
Our resolve erodes the stones of obstacles.
But gentle enough to embrace butterflies,
But tender enough to nurture hope's delicate seeds,
But soft enough to cushion a fallen comrade.
Our hands, calloused from life's rough road,
Our touch is a balm for the world-weary soul.
We pace ourselves for the long haul,
We stride purposefully towards distant horizons,
We leap over hurdles that bar our way.
Our race is not always to the swift,
Our victory lies in the running itself.
So we lace up our shoes of courage,
So we stretch our muscles of resilience,
So we warm up our joints of adaptability.
Our course may wind, our path may twist,
Our destination: the finish line of our potential.
Even though I know you, I still love you
Stop measuring my capacity to love you, it can't be measured.
Stop watching the clock for my demise, it will not be.
I realized how much God loved me,
when he sent me you and now I love him so much more. You want be alone anymore.
Even though I know you. I still love you
Stop saving your money, and please empty all financial reserves
to pay my price, your love have been your greatest sacrifice.
Relax take comfort, there is no bill
I am here because I love you, I need you, and here at my will
Even though I know you, I still love you
cars, diamonds, houses are not necessary
your love, time, and presence are my greatest luxury.
You are my treasure and
You are my REWARD!!!
Even though I know you, I still love you
I will not ignore, leave, or abandon you.
I don't care what you have done, or where you have been
Because what you are good or bad,
You are Mine!!!! mine now, and mine forever.
Thousands of light among many homes
There's one light that reserves for you
Waiting for you that you can come in
And who cares for you that calls it home
As you resides day by day love is accustom
Courage is burning and keep light shining
Being together always is like cooking nice food
The belly is well-fed for relationship to bloom
Sometimes, rain and storm might affect light to flicker
Both shelthering hands always there to rescue necessarily
To shade light and keep the light working
In case of strong calamity the light may take off
There is a reserve charging light in case of emergency
Marriage and relationship is like light that need care and propriety.
Ron desperately wanted to have a girlfriend
He’d looked after his old mum right till the end
Ron was a tall and extremely attractive guy
Unfortunately poor Ron was so terribly shy
He saw a poster in a window for a single’s night
There’d be lots of ladies, it seemed just right
He phoned the organiser, her name was Eva
She’d greet him at the door; he couldn’t wait to meet her
Eva smiled when she saw Ron’s handsome face
with her skin-tight dress he baulked at her embrace
Her huge breasts looked like two bald headed men
He extracted himself; so he could breathe again!
Tables for two were set up around the room
Scented candles gave off a lovely perfume
Ron sat down at a table in search of a date
Would he be lucky and meet his soul mate?
Big Beryl sat down; she had such bad halitosis
She covered her mouth hoping Ron wouldn’t notice
The moment she spoke poor Ron got a foul blast
When their time was up; Ron moved seats - fast!
Then next he met Ann; she was obsessed with her pussy
He would only eat Whiskas; her Tom was ever so fussy
But any hope of romance they had to defer
As Ron had an allergy to animal fur
Butch Bertha said she preferred women to guys
Ron thought it a pity as she had such lovely eyes
Her mother had forced her to go out that night
They both agreed a date just wouldn’t be right
Mavis nervously sat down, she was painfully thin
From the smell of her breath, she’d been hitting the gin
She said she’d had a tipple to steady her nerves
And she’d got her hip flask if she needed reserves!
Ron began to think speed dating contrary
Then a beauty arrived, her name was Mary
Pretty in pink she stood out from the crowd
She was shy and demure and she wasn’t too loud
Ron hesitantly asked Mary if he could give her a call
And their very first date was at the local dance hall
At the end of the night they shared their first kiss
Now they’re happily married and life is just bliss
09-27-17
Inspiration- Title 3, Earth - "Those who contemplate the beauty of the
earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts."
Quote by _Rachel Carson
since young I have loved the forest and woods
there is such a comfort like a warm blanket wrapped
I just breathe in all the scents and the sounds
each little bird song drifting and mingling, mingling
I love all the green hues that soothe my soul
the brown earth has energy and strength to give me
so, I lay down and the earth is talking
not in words . . . but in emotions like a sad song
I hang my golden hair in dappled sun
like a woven spider web it billows and flows
clouds in the blue sky sail like ocean ships
I imagine floating on waves, drifting, drifting . . .
I follow the sound of water flowing
and come to a stream where ducks and swans are floating
though life has been weather-stained I am strong
this earth and all parts need my love and attention
something has a hold on me and my soul
I am filled with inspiration and thirst for life
wanting to make an earthly difference
oh, God the creator . . . guide me to a purpose
the earth is endless with places in need
pollution is destroying her perfect beauty
oh, some things I have no control to stop
but, I can help, I can volunteer, be involved. . .
First verse outburst you’ve never known worse
Be clever and disperse I’ve a nerve out to hurt
Unreserved calling on reserves
Ready to hurl at the deserved
Serve them nervous
This a hell bound service
Leave em burnt under torches to scorch the flesh
satanic torture I'm revamped now and feeling fresh
Redeeming my breath
crush to heavy breathing
but you best be believing
the breathing aint leaving
I’m an in control tantrum
Out to taunt
and If I die first
I’ll have a thirst
to haunt
men and women
perverse to hearse
in onslaught
I’m the devil dawning
this the Devils morning
noon and night
Out to level sort and
put things right
Pray to the Holy Ghost at the lights closing
straight from hell I come for the few I’ve chosen
What does it take to write a poem,
a format, a principle perhaps imagination,
If like me you make it up going along,
can turn into a leaning conflagration.
Sparks in the first verse are starting points,
but might fade out with a whimper,
Thought I had something going there,
too complicated, let’s try something simpler,
I need fresh kindling, to create a flash,
not just latent potential,
Good starting to catch, providing a glow,
but much more fuel is essential.
Lightning strike out of nowhere,
creative thoughts bring more accelerant,
Flames appear radiating tepid heat,
a little crude, requiring elegance.
This fire is burning all my reserves,
morphing into a raging inferno,
Now spreading out of control gone wild,
lacking containment and tempo,
Ok ease off the gas, take deep breaths,
attempt to regain composure,
Boy almost lost it there,
must keep in surrounded enclosure.
On the home straight my poem’s on fire,
nice and steady, aflame at last,
Time for crescendo, pull it all together,
along comes a draught.....blast!
By
David Kavanagh