Ok, I’m hearing it
it’s rough out there in the real world
There’s even been some influencer backlash
These days, if someone starts talking about world crisis
I wave them off, “I’m emotionally booked.”
Like everyone else, I’m just coping,
economizing by reusing letters, recycling plots
and clipping martini coupons.
I refuse to ration kisses
blush at the thought
things aren’t THAT bad.
Around here (we call it 6th Ave)
things seem normal. The household staff
perform their daily chores with leisurely courtesy.
Grandmère gave them a 10% bump
because prices are crazy.
Did it help? I don’t know.
I don’t know them all that well.
.
.
Songs for this:
Insanity (The Sanest Thing You've Got) by The Nines
I’m Still Standing” — Elton John
Generally, I am on
the Clean Side; but,
garden soil is my
rich exception --
I wallow in it,
a piggy for the scent
and feel --
Sort of like, training
wheels on bicycles
are for sissies,
glove-less, I dip and
knead; saturate and
soak. Claw! Compact!
Sniff the compost,
deeply investing with
bacteria: praising, composing
a reverent hymn, How gloriously
Efficient Is Nature!~ our
Mother recycling, wasting
nothing, reusing all,
earth gripping back my hand,
a bargain seal of the grave --
As we expand
populations increasing
resources depleted
what will sutain us?
As wealth is held
controlled by the few
with so many deprived
when will there be justice?
As power is polarised
conflicts encouraged
the others abused
when will there be peace?
As we accelerate
communications ever faster
responses more instant
where are we heading?
As we leave behind
oceans polluted
space above cluttered
how will this end?
As society collapses
environment degrades
sea levels rise
who will survive?
As we lose intelligence
to artificial control
our humanity lost
who will we be?
The remnant will subsist
knowing how to cope
reusing repairing restoring
what little is left
finding new hope.
It seems there’s a certain melodious beat
discovered reusing these metrical feet.
You can’t help but tap it
first slow, and then rapid:
an odd syncopation that brings ears a treat.
H/T to Ostrich Learning to Swim by Clive Culverhouse
There’s no substitute for life.
I find myself,
seduced by yearnings.
I’m flourishing here,
contemplating sin.
I’ve nothing to do
when I’ve nothing but time.
I’m reusing solitudes -
they’ve become ragged.
What’s the answer then?
Should I seal my girly heart,
engage in uncaring kisses
like it’s ‘casual friday’ -
connive brief excitements
- just to feel a pulse?
A seedling planted beneath the soil,
For it to grow the nature does extreme toil.
Blessed by the shiny rays,
The seedling goes through different phases.
It grows fruits, flowers and thorns,
Then again a new life, a new seed is born.
Humans are born to safeguard the earth,
But we are the ones leading to the end of its birth.
Recycling, reusing and reducing the use of plastics,
Will help in the growth of eco-friendly tactics.
Orthodoxy is a disease we need to bid away,
And put all the prejudices at the bay.
Growth is something which cannot happen alone,
If we stick together then only all of us can possess the throne.
Sun and moon are together yet apart,
But the message they convey contains the same art.
During the day moon hides and lets the sun shine,
While at night sun sends its light to the moon and the process is divine.
Recycling and reusing, it's time to take a stand
For our world and our future, let's give Mother Earth a helping hand
We've got plastic and cloth, that can do so much good
So let's recycle and reuse, like responsible folks should
Plastic bags and bottles, don't throw them away
They can be transformed, and repurposed in a new way
Maybe a new bag, or even some patio furniture
When we recycle and reuse, the possibilities are pure adventure
Clothes are another, that can be saved from the dump
Just because they're out of style, doesn't mean they're a chump
Donate them to those in need, or even swap with a friend
Reusing clothes is smart, as it helps resources extend
Recycling and reusing, it's a noble thing to do
Let's all come together, and make this our value
For our planet and its people, let's make a stand
Recycling and reusing, a future we can all understand.
Try not thinking back; when started, you can't stop.
The forlorn sticks may not forever show up for you.
Even so, your feet prepare their own certain flop.
Move, even of whether odd things tail your view.
You are lonely in the delightful emerald schism.
Lush lands bear their own specific rhythm.
Birds and brooks whistle their note to you.
Lawns like sage and sap cover the wood hue.
Their various tones get inserted through time.
It's feasible for the passes on to fall like lime.
At any rate, it can have the ability to regenerate.
The season changes from winter to spring trait.
The reusing forests at dusk are turning.
It'll transport you to a world of swing.
Lets come together and have a celebration
A celebration of joy
A celebration of happiness
A celebration of smiles and pleasures
Lets come together
And have good old belly laughs
Lets come together
And work at saving the environment
Through recycling
Through reducing
Through reusing
And through living a minimalistic lifestyle
Lets come together
And lets all be the best we can be
And do the best we can do
(Invisibility)
In a busy time, we forget to see "the human and beautiful nature"
forget to breathe ...
We follow the "red arrows" ... and "the power of money"
Live and die of stress and loneliness -
It doesn't matter if it's day or night -
No one sees you ...
Like dust grains in dumbness
Don't be afraid to go into taciturnity
It will create depth in the relationship with yourself
Hush, hush ... listen ... time of harmony
Seek and allow for pearls of muteness
Some brief moments of stillness
Busy people and orchids still breathe
Blessed pockets that provide power,
strength and muscle relaxation
When reusing the colors from the last sunset
The eyes of the cube quietly closed
No ransom requirement, or red arrows
13/10/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Tell me who to love
Tell me it's not real
Make be believe it's immoral
Just because she's gone doesn't mean she isn't real
I can see her everyday
I hold her hand even though you can't see it
Tell me it's wrong to not be able to say goodbye
Tell me I'm wrong for not letting go
Make me believe that I'm crazy
Just because you don't understand me
Doesn't mean she isn't still here for me
Tell me I'm wrong for reusing to release her cold hand
Tell me I'm wrong for wanting to be immortal
Just so I can see her breathe again
Don't tell me it's immoral to want to jump in to join her
Don't tell me you can't see her cold lifeless hand as I dive in the water
Make me believe that I'm just crazy
But losing her was not just a dream
Tell me you can see me now
Tell me you can see us together
Make me believe you couldn't live without me
The boulder comes to knock down the damage structure
As it comes tumbling down
you can see all the pieces that it was made from
Everything was exposed
Just looking at it you would think it was all ruins
Nothing worth saving
Slowly the reconstruction began
Reusing some of the old pieces along with new ones
We all get knocked down sometimes in life
but... the important thing is if we stay down
or start rebuilding
The only way you will stay down is if you don't try
So... try, try, try again
Just make sure you use stranger pieces
Whatever it may be
Written by:April Artis-Walter
(Skyy)
Titled by:Tangala Allen
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