Blessed by bloodied earth and born with connection
Our mothers are our shadow in every reflection
Scorned by the lumberjacks of the tree of life
They cut from us our sense of worth and our taste for life
Our Pride!
Is a memory long forgotten
Replaced with fairytales
to blind us from the smell
Rotten!
They are to the core
Violence, oh violence!
Gore and gore
Repression by Oppression
Submission by Omission
The truth and our birthright
Can never come to light
Back!
Go back to how things were
Love us and treat us as kings
Forget! That's what we prefer
Blind!
They want us blind to natural order
Religion and laws are absolute
for them they are keys, for us they are torture
No More!
We shall have it no more!
We once were sleep but now we wake
to the light of a new day
Our freedom is a seed
Our kingdom is in need
of water and sunlight
Replenish so we can grow with all our might!
If we as human species got a report card
I dare say we wouldn’t get a good grade
We tend to waste energy wishing on stars
While using guns blowing each other away
We rape the land with our very hands
And wonder why the climate is so weird
Why can’t we love earth and understand
Taking care for we all must live here
Pollution of the water
That we desperately need
Solution is not to slaughter
Every animal till there’s nothing to eat
If only we loved Mother Earth
As we love shallow pipe dreams
We’d heal her and not just search
For another planet for colonizing
I believe the younger generation
Will be wiser brighter and confess
That they will have to save the nations
That elders left them a bequest of a mess
May they succeed where we fail
For we taught what not to do so well
If Mother Earth came forth today
she'd throw her hand up and would say.
"Oh, my dear world what have you done?
Look closely at what you've become."
Humanity with no regard
to live in peace can't be too hard.
Destruction, pillage, selfish greed,
all comes from want, and not from need.
You strip the trees; the soil is bare
You mine my lands without due care.
You take and take, do not replace
You slaughter half the human race.
You poison waterways and seas,
and spread around filthy disease.
You cut the throat of fellow man
what once was good, now out of hand.
With dirty politics you fight
make sure that love is out of sight.
Instead, keep taking from the pot
quite soon you will destroy the lot.
So, when I stop and look around
there's little joy that I have found.
Despite the crisis in debate
you're still at war consumed with hate.
And so, I'll offer my advice
before you pay the closing price.
The future is all up to you,
will just depend on what you do.
Be thankful that your still alive
but change well needed to survive.
What legacy you leave behind
Will be the mark on humankind.
Her clouds are dark and heavy.
So, like tear-drops falling from our eyes,
like a cry of joy or sadness, she rains.
Her oceans are blown by heavy winds.
So with twirls across the sea, she rings hurricanes.
Quite often she has pains and heartaches.
So she wakes us with shakes and quakes.
Her volcanic mountains blow,
And her rivers overflow.
So she floods,
Leaving destruction and mud.
Her inhabitants are often unconcerned.
So she overheats and burns.
To someday be redeemed
Is her greatest dream.
fertile ground was found
the soil a rich deep dark brown
the seeds were welcome
I have to come clean as I return to see
your ashen corpse and dried leaves
My survival became more important than yours
but now I feel badly.
Humans choose to love their own selves
More than anyone they choose to love
Don’t believe what they say in their poems
I loved you because you would tempt me
to hear the silent moment
I will never forget your beautiful nebari
Funny, I learned that word when I met you
I put you under the cruel sun and fed you
It worked as long as we were together
We were both once green and authentic
We come from the same mother
I wish she had given you feet and legs
Then like me, you might still be alive
She put us in a tea cup of naive cruelty
Well-meant intentions cannot sustain life.
Maybe my departure made you wish to be dead
I once wished for that too
My play’s last scene when comes to end, when ends
My pilgrimage, its last laborious mile,
It’s time to call the curtain in a while,
Time ‘tis to say goodbye to my dear friends…
And to show up oh for the Judgment Day,
My flesh unto atoms ready to merge,
Whilst all but subtle vestiges I purge,
My sins and saner deeds when say their say—
If I deserve a term or not in hell,
Or should suffer the test of a devil's,
And cleansed I get of my sinful evils,
Pray, spare me, howso short, from heaven's spell,
For, I'd love to return to Mother Earth
To try, strive once more for my tiny worth.
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Sonnet |19.11.2008, revised March 2025| earth, journey, prayer
Without nature there'd be no life
Upon this planet some refer to as Earth
Whereas as others called it Mother Earth
Humanity has a great deal to comprehend
But firstly it would have to be that Earth
Is a multidiverse life force
Where one cannot survive without the other
We must save all of our natural world
Forests, jungles, ocean and seas and mountains
The sad thing is wealthy people
Just think of more wealth
Not what is the precious thing we have
And that's life in all forms.
May we all be blessed to understand
When we walk among her trees, her mountains, her rivers, her flowers
It is only through our arrogance
that we think of Mother Earth as a resource
instead of our inheritance
Rage of nature makes
People realize to take
Care of Mother Earth.
My people walk upon the Earth gently,
respectful of those who walked before
whose atoms mingle in the stardust
sprinkled from shore to shining shore.
My people hold Her sacred,
and cling to a long-chanted prayer
that all who walk upon Her face
will find sacred teachings there.
My people feel Her spiraling rhythms
And Ghost Dance to Her holy hum.
We touch Her face ever gently with
Unsquelched tears of countless sum.
She bows her noble, gray head to acknowledge
The many who have been lost,
and none can count the blessings wasted
of their lives forever and savagely tossed.
She no longer sings of murder.
She longs for quiet and peaceful fires.
Her green and blossoming outstretched arms
Strong now, promise hopeful and lovely spirals.
It is upward from her dust that we must look for peace
And open our heart past hate and vengeance.
Now is our time to dance and welcome back
The sacred Mother of splendid vestal visage.
May we be blessed wherever we walk upon Mother Earth
wherever we happen to be
to take a moment look around
and bask in all the beauty that we see.
And when we depart each place we’ve walked…
after basking in all the beauty that surrounds her…
may she be blessed that we have left her
as beautiful as we found her.
Mother Earth:Garden Womb
She is not virginal
Not unused
Not pure
Being ancient
and of old,
Inevitably,
Been touched before.
Many years
a widow,
She is a lonesome,
barren land.
So many
passing lovers;
Needing a faithful
Husbandman.
For she was present
In the first garden;
Feeling the slithering belly
Of the snake.
And when
the curse was given,
One womb quickened,
And The other
Was Laid waste.
The womb smells
of dusty earth.
Her salty tears
bring only pain.
She waits for
the Husbandman
To finally bring
the latter rain.
He will work
the soil
Scrap metal fingers
through to damp.
In love
and anticipation,
Tiny seeds
he will plant.
If the womb
is ready,
If it is
the perfect time,
Then
the Planted seeds
Will grow
into
The True Vine.
Growth
will begin,
Bearing fruit,
Lusty,
Strong,
And Bold.
Increasing
and multiplying
Making a Mother
Of the Old.
In the depth of the night, a concerto commenced,
With drums of thunder and a melody of rain.
Wind flutes played loud sniveling notes,
Carrying pulsating tunes in blustery tones.
Streaks of lightening, with their baton of light,
Led the blasting orchestra with dynamic might.
Trees swayed wildly, leaves scattered with force,
Rain soaked the paths, shattering dense shadows.
As dawn tiptoed, with the sun’s gentle caress,
Melodic whistles, cheeps and croaks took the stage.
Blue bonnets danced, greeting butterflies and bees,
Jays and cardinals capered under the radiant trees.
Hummingbirds frolicked around the buds of paintbrush,
Grackles called out in an enthusiastic rush.
Scissor-tailed flycatchers hovered, tails unfurled,
Charmed their mates with their squeaks and chirrs.
Pinkladies and Firewheels in their spectacular array,
Welcomed the day, luring pollinators their way.
The storm disappeared, giving way to a tranquil zephyr,
Joyfulness prevailed, in awe of Mother Earth’s endeavor.
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