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I was tending to the needs of the flowers in my garden,
When it hit me,
Good and evil can never co-exist,
Judging by the struggle that is taking place in my garden.,
The good represented by my innocent roses,
That open up their soul to the world,
Revealing all that is pure and good,
For us to emulate,
Purifying the air with their uncontaminated scent.
The bad represented by the creepers,
Whose sole purpose is to envelop these gifts from God,
And choke the life out of them prematurely,
Leaving nothing but a dead landscape for us to enjoy,
One that is devoid of all hope,
Of any offerings that are good for us,
And pleasing in the sight of God.
So, I spend part of most days, rooting out this evil,
And praying that I am able to keep its power in check,
And my life-giving trees,
That shade me from the Sun's harmful rays,
That provide a place for the birds to rest their heads
And raise their young,
That provide leaves for me to turn into compost,
That let children hang upside down from their branches,
That allow temporary buildings to sit between their bough's,
Free from the hug of death before their time.
When trouble finds my place in time
I stick to rhythm meter rhyme
The planet wobbles out of kilter
Poetry is my lens reflection filter
As virus sheds its ugly eerie mask's persona
I can be stronger than corona
Isolation and reclusion are no pleasure
But ink and fountain pen retain their measure
Nothing is worse than speechless tongues
I breathe with so far uncontaminated lungs
And when the apocalypse is high and nigh
As the quill is coughing with a sigh
At least I've done my bit until the final day
I'll script depict fantasise ponder have my say
About what matters in the grander schemes
In essence love compassion dreams
Just like the covert bug has no frontier
I hold my friends and lover dear
Empathy also should not stick to a random borderline
Transcends gender race class and toughens social twine
A seasoned and rebellious maverick will not be muted
In fact narration and lock down are rather suited
8th April 2020
The invention of the
Trunk-tree came from
his roots.
He wanted to help people
to discover new ways of
Water harvesting.
He used plastics to create
A hollow truck.
which would be the storage
tank for the water
Limbs and leaves with tubing
To channel water.
The limbs would spread apart
Using a fan like method
With large hollow leaves
the had filters so the water
Would be pure and uncontaminated
Areas within the truck deep areas
Beneath the bark would to
Collect the rains from the sky
And some leaves would gather
Sunlight to power man's needs.
Large natural looking trees
Rooted and grounded with
Steel and cement to provide
Addition support for off the grid
And even desert living.
Might the city dwellers envy
They to might find these trees
To support there existence.
Once the earth was green and alive. But now it is dreary and dying. What is left is deforestation, logging, fossil fuels, industrialisation, more fuming factories and pollution. The air we breathe was once fresh, the oceans and rivers clean and uncontaminated. We are now on the verge of extinction but no one is concerned with its preservation. We are continually consuming without any thought for the future and soon our resources will be exhausted. Time isn’t on our side and neither is the human population which is continually growing. Our obliviousness, lack of concern, and ignorance have brought us to this situation. The weather cycles are getting stranger by the day. Heat builds up on the ice caps melting polar ice and heating the dirt and clay. The last decade (2011-2020) was the warmest on record, and each of the last four decades has been warmer than any previous decade since 1850.
The sea level is continuously on the rise. We will gradually face intense water scarcity, droughts, severe fires, flooding, catastrophic storms and declining biodiversity. The animal species and marine life are dying and trees are withering away. Soon the earth will come to a disastrous ruin. The unrenewable products are sadly running out. But we remain unaware, hardly showing humanity which is bringing me to the brink of insanity. There is no hope for our children. The broken world will be our undoing. Our children’s awful slow death is all because we never tried to compromise or fix the situation. But alas! Even though we try to save their lives from this tragic fate it will be too little too late.
Drastic climate change
Potent man-made disaster
Future’s tragic fate
12.21.2020
Look up! My willing heartsoftest breath
Awaken to aGREAT CONJUNCTION
800 year cycleTwo celestial marblesJupiter & Saturncomplex expansion-restriction relationship
converge onThe longest night - Winter Solstice - The shortest daylight
Without recessBoth marching on confidently….. & sodo our breaths.parading in Rings of Saturn
Align True Self ina sense of spaciousness, cosmic promiserefueled renewed - I am!
My tender tears are safe here…… & soare yours.in this exquisite planetary dance
In presence of twilight, indescribable claritydrowning ontouncontaminated consciousness
Heart mirror: Serenity orbiting humanism
May we dance againUnder the Star of Bethlehem
Such is this world we live in
innocence is removed so young
such a sad thing to see
in our day this wouldn't be among
Among us of few generations past
uncontaminated would be our state
our innocence kept intact to stay
at least till our teenage date
But today innocence is gone so early
it's never to return not again seen
youngsters know so much at young age
it seems already they have been
At times you want to turn clock back
at a time uncontaminated by this age
when things were simple and contented
then your life journey is at it's first page
But alas this can't be done
as the world moves so fast
we're caught up in it's trap
indeed our die is cast
(Quote''For he hears the lamb's innocent call
And he hears the ewe's tender reply''
WILLIAM BLAKE)
(1)
Strophe
Slowly and slowly fly the mighty feathers:
the uncanny wrath bearer, the poacher's prey,
the bald bizzare stigmatic cryptic creature, the ecology's majestic role player;
the curtain raiser of ecosystem's air purifier.
Alas! Your iconographic role is omitted,
you, the saviour of the mortal race
from the contagious diseases.
Astounded! How you uncontaminated dear environment.
Your poaching has taken away
the soul of the balanced ecosystem;
crucial is saviour friend's presence, on the verge of extinction plight might have horrid ripple effect!
(2)
Antistrophe
Irony! The friend's void can't be substituted by mere replicas of sustainable development;
the diminishing existence will
drastically affect the local food webs!
How alluring to have a glimpse
of the hunch and tuck of the bird's head in the cold,
flapping and fluttering the wings,
stretching the neck in the heat!
You, remain aloft for hours,
soars gracefully on long broad wings;
with dazzling sharp eyes
from the highlands to pick the carrion!
(3)
Epode
Your iconographic presence is being honoured by the myths, legends, fables of civilizations from ages.
High time to contemplate, to introspect,
to jump into the ecosystem's integral bandwagon:
as pivotal to rescue and redeem the bird's friendly endangered existence!
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Near a distant sun
Under an uncontaminated crystalline sky
Exists a world without me
Where the viridescent grass ages unchallenged
Wears wizened beards
And bows only to the wind
Where the waters crash when you thirst to surf
Smooths when you desire to paddle
And ripples towards shore when you’re heading home
Where zebras change their stripes daily
From neon green to psychedelic purple
Or any color in between
Where the “H” on a building simply symbolizes “Help”
And is a communal gathering place
Where anyone can ask and receive assistance with anything
Where government is synonymous with communication
Leadership is synonymous with service
And opponent is synonymous with respect
But, this distant inhabitation,
Magnificent as it may be
Lacks Caleb, Adam, and Kelsi
Two sons and a daughter that have shone so bright
That they must have burned themselves into my pupils
Since they are always in my sight
So, I turn from this distant scene
A dream without an imperfect me
Because,
A world full of wonders
Will always fall short of wonderful
Without the likes of Caleb, Adam, and Kelsi
Visual air fading Into night,
Eyes becoming shunted with
the bending of the light
My sound becomes an echo,
My soul becomes a mirror,
Me becoming you,
To nearer be.
Not grasping, but releasing,
Not gasping, almost breathing
Forsaking all the world for your touch.
I cannot make myself so small
To disappear yet still exist,
The finest line between
My shadow and your mist.
Summoned by your gaze,
My eyes see only everything,
My lips un-parted speak in kisses
Deep enough to fill the oceans of this world
And all the worlds that there could ever be.
Your lips are mine, your heart becoming me.
I disappear in you.
Emerging into life anew,
Unchanged but uncontaminated.
Shameless shamen
Dancing to the beat of Heaven’s fire.
The whispered sound
Of backgrounds visual life
Whose touch so piercing soft
That I am left amazed and dazed
Deep depressed beneath the edge
Of wisdom’s knowing knife.
And I bleed out and disappear in you.
So willingly would I become
That which you create
Forsaking life for truth
Forsaking life for beauty
Forsaking all for this.
This mad, sad, cryptic moment
Touched by many
Missed by plenty
Now the bell
So freely tolls
As time renews its moment
And I must take such bitter pill,
My leave.
Such is this world we live in
innocence is removed so young
such a sad thing to see
in our day this wouldn't be among
Among us of few generations past
uncontaminated would be our state
our innocence kept intact to stay
at least till our teenage date
But today innocence is gone so early
it's never to return not again seen
youngsters know so much at young age
it seems already they have been
At times you want to turn clock back
at a time uncontaminated by this age
when things were simple and contented
then your life journey is at it's first page
But alas this can't be done
as the world moves so fast
we're caught up in its trap
indeed our die is cast
(''For he hears the lamb's innocent call
And he hears the ewe's tender reply'')
WILLIAM BLAKE