See ! Non living sources to initiate
living things to sprout ! Please appreciate !
Amazing ! So Surprising ! Marvellous .
Strange Procedure of Nature marvels us .
Potential energy has been conserved.
Nature claiming power and strength to be served.
Continuous Evolution going on —
with trial - error, subject to environ.
Birth to life , then formation - variation-
struggle, survival or even extinction !
Evolution ! A Blind Natural process,
Starting - Existing and Decaying ceaseless.
Through transformation Nature is versatile !
Cycling and recycling is Nature’s own style.
As dawn sets in,
A new day begins,
Born into darkness,
Free of sin.
Freedom within,
Hidden by a lie,
Your not suppose to try,
To step outside the line.
Divine by design,
We rise and shine,
Using time to define,
The day you resign.
As moments intertwine,
You combine experience,
Souls get ready to advance,
Given another chance.
Choosing an entrance,
The perfect instance,
A new existence begins,
Riding the cycle again.
Rising each day with the son,
Creating with the one,
Everyday brand new,
The Time you first came through.
Wonderful autumn colours
Enhance the branches,
Shrubs and bushes,
Hedges, trees.
The leaves have done
Their summer work
Of cleansing air
And feeding vegetation.
As daylight shortens
Leaves downwards sail
Recycling
Into needy soil.
A glorious process
God’s design
Without which
All of poor mankind
Would lifeless sink
And see no more
His glory
In autumn.
all the bins were out
skies had turned to charcoal grey
as I grabbed my coat
walking in the rain
my mind on fiscardo bay
where its warm and dry
couldn't help dreaming
of hot grecian sun in may
on recycling day
This poem is penned to my sartorial self,
about wardrobe clothes on the rail or the shelf,
replica football shirts, too tight, too small,
threadbare cord trousers, I don’t wear at all,
now for recycling with all the rest,
while saving my smart shoes and suit just for best,
too many old clothes that I’ll never wear,
though some could be fixed with a minor repair,
soon I’ll be whistling a different tune,
when I sort my wardrobe out, some day quite soon,
into black bin bag with labels on top,
I’ll be best friends with the charity shop.
Seasons come and go --
How ends the fillings?
Recycled we know:
rain back to the sky,
leaves to soil,
sandy runoff, particle
debris, for oysters to make
pearly luxuries --
snow on mountains
for short spell may stay
or a billion days may lay –
a store of time
in the icy clime
of glaciers,
and the earth
changes rotation;
sun, its incidence~
cooling and warming
inclination --
oceans where land,
land replacing sea --
doubtless, somehow
we will all meet again
when life
comes round
to eternity….
The old barn
condemned;
fresh wood
for creative juices;
carved and whittled into
the most refined
picture frames,
you’ve ever
ever imagined
to don
a fine portrait...
condemned
to a new life.
Where will your children pay you a visit? My sister asked.
She is creeped out because I will have no headstone.
No one lives in the cemetery I tell her.
She nods “I know, but….”
At this point I know that she kind of thinks that people do.
This is where I will be when my poems and my paintings stop.
I will be in the smiles of my family and friends.
I will be in the serving tray of scalloped potatoes.
I will be in the clouds, the trees, the flowers and the rain.
I will be a part of the God-mind, doing what I can to uplift and revitalize.
I will be doing what I do here, except on the other side of the veil.
I will inspire hope and love and light.
I will encourage enthusiasm and joy.
I will do the best teaching I have ever done
Until I am recycled, returning as my great-grandchild
When I will start the process all over again.
In the suburbs, once a week,
Recycling bins go out
And wait there, curbside, for the trucks
To pass by on their route.
A glance inside can give a hint
About the different things
The neighbors choose to purchase
And the refuse that it brings.
The water bottles, magazines,
The papers, boxes, cans,
Perhaps the same as yours or ones
Of which you aren’t fans.
The bins provide a service
All communities do seek
While also giving people
Into others’ lives a peek.
Ready to see the world with cerulean eyes?
Every piece and every shade of blue
can make a change together;
You create a royal design with each of us
cooperating and coloring collectively;
Learning from the past to save the future
indigo strokes push us forward;
Now we have a new set of primary values,
going green for a clean turquoise world.
Regardless of what some folks are saying
The weather is changing, climate’s askew
Major storms threaten atypical places,
Is there nothing at all we can do?
Let’s begin by developing a new respect
For this planet all of us call our home,
Consider cutting back on fossil fuels
Using fewer plastics, learning to defoam.
We can resolve to reduce pollution
Be more careful with disposable waste,
Recycling is an excellent practice
We should all begin doing it, posthaste.
The glaciers and icecaps are rapidly melting
We are destroying the vital ozone layer,
And it appears a time is quickly coming
When all of us won’t have a single prayer.
In truth, some will never be believers
They will, in ignorance, never play a part,
So, it seems to me rather obvious
We must hurry up and get a head start.
Let’s face it, global warming is upon us,
The weather is changing, climate’s askew
But, believe me, when I hasten to say
There’s plenty to slow it, we surely can do.
we are creatures of...
a time lapse
that digest only in fractions...
about 1/14rh of each second
while 13/14ths escape us...
with respect cause and effects
we love the curiosity of cats but...
lay claim to some inner self image
echoes of creations mythological analogies...
from surviving untold 'centuries of millennias'
of change at least as intelligently as cats because...
human kind survives by asking the right questions
which means we as rational beings have a power to see what is...
within/without by way of practical and abstracted logics
so the 13/14ths of the pi that disappeared right in/of the light of day...
off the eye's 'window sill' without our knowing anything
more about it than rational is our choice over confusion and...
we - who what when where and why - wise dream too much
i mean - buttoned down screwed up reality images of ego...
greed power possession and re-vengance as war to serve...
scam artists profiting off the 'who when where and why' that bows...
some to a what that's supposed to be a good reason for their deaths
stan sand
Installed in cargo pockets,
A vivid-glass, a little green bag,
A pod, silverplatted case,
Which Guca-hides, Pallmalls, and a bic.
You're barfoot in tombstones.
You're father, son vulture slumped,
You befor etched letters on rock.
"Him", a glutton of Karma,
Rein ended, your fourteenth year,
Now, belly-heavy, smoking his brand.
On a Drive-by, visit home.
You're showing Gene shooter,
You're an arsenic lane of skin,
You tremble-digits, in belt loops.
A trailer in time,
Secluded woods, with pine scent,
Anger stranded from earshot,
Hand-fead, his hate's red attic.
Father giant, yelling lasting filth,
Son flesh impersonal,
Dark-spotted, and tie-dyed,
From Basketball champ fists.
You retreated-rightly to martyr mirth,
You still look for his bold heading,
Still Questing for embrace.
Pulling tube and ziplock from Cargo,
Following in bone-bared footsteps,
You spark, away walking,
Keeping his Armageddon.
over and over they tumble, colorful specters playing
the dying leaves of autumn have one last chase, before passing.
they will sleep in painted canvas ground, recycling themselves by spring.
We have a big problem, that is always heightening
and this has become, everyone’s enlightening
We all must do, so much more recycling
because if we don’t, the result will be terrifying
We humans, are destroying our life source
Mother Nature, that supplies our resources
so we all must become, a very big driving force
to recycle and reuse everything, with a stable taskforce
This must be everyone’s, sustainable life cycle
so that we can produce, a healthy food cycle
and a lifesaving, carbon and nitrogen recycle
which is very vital, for all lives vital survival
Let’s get on our bikes, and do a lot of cycling
and make sure, that this is our main course
so that all life, can keep on riding
to make sure, we don’t lose our life source
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