If only it were easy
to erase the ugly past,
open up a history book
and with one mighty blast
expunge wars and genocides,
the hatred and the lust.
Burn to ash and blow away
the “Not in my back yard!”
and “Let me have my way”,
the anger and dissension
that plague our every hour,
the selfishness and pride
of politics and power.
What if we could rid ourselves of
the fears and lack of trust
that hamper what’s fair play
with one enormous gust?
If only it were easy
to puff and blow away
the ugliness of history
and start afresh today.
NIMBY
I have a penchant for nature
Sacrosanct
As I mature it grows
Paramount
A proclivity toward the conception of the attributes of my affection
Life, animation, progenitor, the essence of
Vivacity
Conveys its invioble existence in the plethora of ways it still
Survives
Nature does not refuse, disallow or reject,
but keeps flourishing despite those who try to bring about its demise…In spite of destruction, disaster and neglect
Its integrity is not ambiguous, never disguised as a recusant, Contentious Objector
My beguiler is as simple as a
Tree
My choice for serenity
Never a frenemy…Not In My Back Yard
Sunshine Williams
Silence of space
broken by a ships' roar
across the expanse
to dock at the stations' shore
while the unidentified flying
hover nearby in their quiet craft
objecting, "They can not come here!"
Not to our corner of Milky ... no!
no earthlings must stray
for they come only to prey!
We must keep the universe pristine
and these humans never trust
with their predaceous lust
for our bauxite, uranite,
calcite, pyrite ... right! right!
"Not in my back yard!" cried
the saucer-eyed leader.
Let them stay on their blue sphere!
Get this ark in gear ...
its time once again
to let them know we're here
in the neighborhood!
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