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 water ways 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 can be found.
Despite the crisis found of late
You're still at war! consumed with hate.
Perhaps I'll offer some advice
before you pay the final price.
The future's really up to you,
and will depend on what you do.
Be thankful that your still alive
but change is needed to survive.
What legacy you leave behind
is really up to all mankind.
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.
There is a nature
Whom we should not torture
We should nurture our nature
We should not trouble mother earth
We should know nature worth
Our nature is precious
As it has a treasure the birds
listen
to the swaying leaf
she sings a song
tempestuous
and sway it deems
in overture
another life departed
. . . on
listen
now a voice of light
she sings a song
a nexus verse
in hand whose cup
within her palm
another life can come
. . . along
solitude
. . . quiet
black peppercorn
on a ribbon
of tagliatelle
I, on my path
sinuous striding
impelled by you
impaled by you
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