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On November 13, 2002. The Prestige, one of twelve tanks burst during a storm off Galicia, in northwestern Spain. No help was forthcoming and by November 19, the ship split in half. 20 million gallons were spilled into the sea.
Beneath the heavy dark clouds,
the storm broke.
An oil-filled tanker sank
spewing black lakes of murderous slime.
What a giant "Prestige"!
Despite the roar of untamed waves
there was a deadly hush over the ocean.
A low death knell sang a purgatory of pain,
as contaminated birds of gulls, orioles, kestrels
squawked their last dirge:
What a giant "Prestige"!
Too late men stretched their ingenuity,
a desire to save and spare
the livelihood of so many families
that sailed the oil-spilled seas,
where baby dead fish dotted the surface,
sands and rocks tainted with death.
Elsewhere engineers burned their chemical gases
and smoke escaped from the earth's fragile shell.
We all have our "Prestige"!
Written 2016
A wrestlers kapi pup born in the town of Porapoo
Red Dog~The Pilabara wonderer with lurid tales' legion
A bold spirited canine he, an Aussie through and through
Roaming free the red earth of the wide Northwestern region
He pawed a ride with John, an iron miner, when lost.
They became close mates, good sports to remember.
But drinking and poker took their grim cost.
John was gunned down in 'ts, the first day of September.
Now as Red Dog roamed quietly unconsoled
Cars, buses and trucks offered him rides, hugs and food.
For his hard-luck story had been told and retold
With good Aussies determined to brighten his mood
For the rest of his days Red Dog roamed about
Stopping cars now and them for food and a ride
His loud flatulations signaled 'twas time to get out.
With nature his friend and kind folks who abide
Pilbar mourned with muted disbelief,
When the poisoned body of Red Dog was found
A bronze statue stands for friends to bow in grief.
May Red Dog rest well in his much-loved native ground.
On Lake Ontario's northwestern shore
sits a city of awe, beauty, and lore.
Toronto is where sports built the SkyDome,
and the Maple Leafs and Raptors call home.
Its renowned entertainment district lures
trendy tourists with its late-night bar tours.
And world-class restaurants offer cuisines
befitting the palates of kings and queens.
We built the CN tower to pierce the sky
one thousand eight hundred fifteen feet high.
And every spring, folks race up to the top
for nature, and that's not going to stop.
Torontonians say please and thank you
and allow cut-ins when standing in cue.
And our city hall hosts a skating rink,
it sounds extraordinary, don't you think?
(Rhyme)
12/23/2022
Take Me There Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico
Radical glaze raw silk easy peasy
Chanterelle timberwolf stalking sheeps
Sea anemone royal purple raven
Tree nesting spring monsoon
Show time passings loons
Flying salmon mirror on sea glass
Northwestern Alaska environmental image
Beautiful
1/30/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Neom is a planned city in the Tabuk Province of northwestern Saudi Arabia. It is planned to incorporate smart city technologies and to function as a tourist destination. The site is north of the Red Sea, east of Egypt across the Strait of Tiran, and south of Israel and Jordan.It will cover a total area of 26,500 km2 (10,200 sq mi) and will extend 460 km along the coast of the Red Sea.
Neom City in Saudi Arabia Announced 24 October 2017; 4 years ago Founded by Mohammad bin Salman Seat House of Saud Government
Director:Nadhmi Al-Nasr
Area Total 26,500 km2 (10,200 sq mi)
Saudi Arabia aims to complete the first section of Neom by 2025.The project has an estimated cost of $500 billion.On January 29, 2019, Saudi Arabia announced that it had set up a closed joint-stock company named Neom with $500 billion. The aim of this company, which is wholly owned by the Public Investment Fund, the sovereign wealth fund, is to develop the economic zone of Neom.The project is planned to be totally powered by renewable energy sources. Nadhmi Al-Nasr is the chief executive officer of the Neom joint-stock company.
Reincarnation in Northwestern Ontario
Much thought to time is given
In Reincarnation.
To what it would be like
To come back again
In another form.
I thought about survival
And decided I would like to come back as a snapper
In Northwestern Ontario.
“So, please, great Ganesh, Remover of Obstacles,
Don’t let them build a nuclear waste dump there!”
Just as I seem to have a great deal
to eco-healing say
in favor of positive energy democracy,
I long to hear much more
ego-healing positive win/win communication
highly regarding multicultural demographics,
cooperative economic-nutritional education,
eco-matriarchal spiritual naturality.
The opposite of all these blessings
is StraightMale
LeftBrain NorthWestern Geosphere
predative monocultural dominance,
both ego-testicle
and anthrowhite-supremacist.
Which feels like a whole lot
of negative
manic
autocratic energy
and absence of compassionate
eco-matriarchal communication.
My EarthMother,
and her MotherEarth,
deep learned me
way harmonic healthier than negative supremacy
when positive energy
remains a win/win opportunity.
The robin sits inside an icy cauldron on cold stark metal.
Hiding from the brutal northwestern winds and pounding sleet
Quietly freezing to death in this cold tomb, feeling warmth at the end.
Northern sunshine spotlit arm
Shoulder covered, summer fabric
Vogue presented picture
Paper thin skin: soft, precious
Veins, arteries proudly displayed
Rivers that fill oceans
Hands enduringly closed
Phalanges bent awry
Nimble surgical instrument
...Bill passed on back in sixty-nine,
and I buried him on that same hill,
next to his friend Timlin Rivers,
beneath northern lights and the night’s chill.
And I know it won’t be all that long
until I too will be joining them,
the doc said two months, three at most
’till the cancer brings me to my end.
I wanted you to hear all this
so you can better understand
how it is you came to be ‘Bill,’
and why you father’s named 'Timlin.'
I know your wife’s expecting now
a child I won’t live to see,
but some day you must tell them this,
ought to know the family history.
Know how we carved out a living,
why we're settled out all this way,
all because that gruff, old trapper
took in a poor and starving brave.
Honking geese and loud barking dogs
An impolite disturbance just before dawn
There should be no morning traffic, or so I thought
Until a flock of Ansers declared, this is our spot
Escaped from their wetland, to my courtyard lush green
Tropical vapors set the scene, the overcast sky composed
The script, collaborting with the Northwestern spring
Golden retrievers barked again, the geese blared loud
Spreading tuxedo-ed wings an array of feathers cream and brown
Positioned in stances exposing thier pure white down
Honking vocals chorused by a few, who brazenly announced
We’re just passing through, their unscheduled performance
On a cool misty morning, turned the mundane into quite interesting
Living light at play against,
The clear northwestern sky.
Vivid hues of blue and green,
And gold and pink fly by.
It writhes and twists in crisp cold wind,
And billows gaily out,
In rainbow colored curtains,
As the wind blows them about.
How wonder-filled this gay display,
Of lovely living light.
How blessed am I to see them play,
This crisp northwestern night.
Judy Ball
The Northern Lights or Aurora Borealis is one of the seven wonders of the world.+
Nov. 2010
For Francine Roberts "Write Me A Happy Poem" Contest
I watched the steam rise
Off of the sun-burnt road
While the forest dreamt
Of warm summer days
While the morning progressed
The silence was broken
By the chatter of chipmunks
And a matched set of gray squirrels
Playing tag
As they ran round and round
An old giant pine tree
That had fallen to the ground
I looked back over my childhood
And some magical memories
I carried with me
Fantasy-like recollections
That could only be seen
Through the eyes of a young child
But every so often
When the cool mornings
Touch my eyes
And a soft northwestern wind
Tumbles down the mountains
I can see the wild flowers
Shaking off the moist morning dew
And I remember the world
I once knew
With younger eyes
Dude, guess what?
Yesterday, I got to go through my dad’s dealership
and pick out a sweet ride for my 16th birthday!
It’s a convertible, dude
It’s a hot rod, dude
It’s red, dude
It’s a hot, hot rod
And it’s got chrome-covered wheels!
Wait until the guys get a load of this!
Dude, this weekend, wanna go get drunk?
Ah! Dude! I totally saw my wellness teacher
at the Rush yesterday! She was
benching more than half the football team!
I could totally take her though!
I’m not going to let a woman tell me what to do!
Dude, I better retake the ACT this Saturday
I totally need a 16 to play on the football team
at Northwestern Kentucky State Community College!
Remind me not to drink too much after the game!
And we’re totally gonna smoke Blount County! Huh! Huh! Huh!
Dude, this guy totally looked at me funny
in the bathroom between classes! Man, we gave him the
hugest swirly! You shoulda been there!
Dude, I got practice after school today
but afterwards, you wanna go roll that ***** in Bio class?
Whaddya say?
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