Short Gaia Poems
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Some folks take it for granted
but nature is ecstasy unbound;
a promenade among the tubers,
amongst the pines, inspiring!
Marvel of ages
The Grand Canyon’s fame lives on
And will as long as
Gaia exists, she is a
Being who loves to impress.
The doctor said, "Gaia's very sick.
She has got a virus, that's for sure."
"But doctor, we must do something quick!"
"Man's the virus. I don't know the cure."
Glowing bluesy marble out in space
Centrifugal spin never ends
Swirl of “Crayola” colors
Dance in the universe
I wish I could dance
Out there with you
And all the
Others
Too.
Young Earth was born respecting nature
She will protect Gaia, her parents agreed
her ancestral spirit guides were pleased
Young Earth spent her entire life
replenishing, respecting and rejuvenating Gaia
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Gaia twirling,
Laughing, wildly
Dancing in dark space
Swinging round her lover,
And soul mate.
Dark and light upon her face
Birthing seasons,
She does grace.
Come and gone
have children born
some still smiling
most forlorn
You pour through my soul
Absinthian elixir
My Mother Gaia.
Sunsets of Ruby,
Elysian fields, golden;
Amethyst mountains.
I taste Bing cherry
Concord Grape fermentation
Tangerine orange.
I drink heartily
I pray for supplication
Needing sustenance.
Gaia
She is unstoppable force
Destructive yet nurture
Wild winds or clear day
Serene water streams
She determines our fate
Taking back landform
Bringing forth storms
Her voice thunderous
She is often overlooked
Until she makes noise
Sounding the alarm
Wild mother nature
Mother Gaia, she nurtures me.
Through my emotions she brings comfort.
She is as loving as she is wild and free.
Even when hurting. Fighting war and disease.
Rain patters upon my window.
She makes me cosy.
I am one with my soul.
My feet grounded to her earth and now I know.
I AM. I AM. I AM.
Time for bedding down
All life shuts its eyes
As the darkness creeps
Stars guard Mother Earth
Lighting dreamscapes way.
Nocturnal songs
They resound far
Music of dreams
Lovely night songs.
Dream catchers
Catch nightmares
For children.
Sleep deep
Restful
Sleep.
Elemental composition
dust, giving birth to Gaia’s children;
tree, flower, foul, mammal, insect, fish,
all offspring of our star,
Gaia.
Her womb, never empty,
provides siblings for us all;
her blood and body are
mother’s milk
abundant nourishment
she provides for free.
We are one
we are family
we are Gaia-dust.
They trusted the tree, so they tunneled beneath her.
Knowing she would keep them safe during the winter.
The bear made his nest first, then the fox.
Lamb followed her mistress, loving her reading voice.
Gaia kept them warm, nurturing them.
The book reader had to come up for food.
As did the fox.
However, the bear slumbered on, listening to the story.
Of the dust of Earth,
and softened spring rains;
flowers erupting,
colorful arrays
dancing on a breeze.
They beautify
all of nature
with beguiling
vivid blossoms.
View flora,
breathe blossoms,
pick bouquets.
Nature
gifts them
All.
3-6-2021
Spring Diminished Hexaverse Contest Poetry Contest
Caren Krutsinger
Beauty is the first heartbeat of a fetus
Beauty is her soul that lies within us
Beauty is the sound of life cracking from the seed
Beauty is the exhale that brings the cool summer breeze
Beauty is tears that caress the soil below
Beauty is saturated ground for more life to grow
Her beauty goes unseen to the naked eye
Her beauty is lost and often passed by
planetary home
mend our ways
or humans extinct!
Written 15 August 2018
for heart of the matter contest
Note: 13 refers not only the contest parameters but also 1) unconditional love definition i.e. Christ and the 12 disciples. 2) Represents Universal Movement in other esoteric texts.
We expect to find
and ecologically pursue
performing possessive behaviors,
speaking with LeftBrain dominant purpose
in our individualized ego lives.
We invite,
theologically hope for,
and faithfully search out
and in to fulfill,
nonviolently provide
peaceful purpose
to protect interdependent
intersectional
meaningful relationships
in Earth's web
of sacred compassion.
LeftHemisphere cultural dominance
is difficult to pedagogically say
without warm RightHemisphere nurturing
to win/win play
ecofeminist prominence
Each
and every Green EarthMother
cooperative day
Gathering in slow winds of resistance
fire circle disarray
gardening soils display
cleansing waters
repassioning souls foreplay
Singing Her circling say
"We Are Our WinWin World"
while easily dancing
this bicameral TaoWay.
Mother Gaia, how beautifully you tend your garden of souls.
Uplifted and refreshed by your green plants and your earthiness.
I lie down in your soil and breathe in your fragrance for hours.
Other gardeners understand.
We lie in our beds, watching your magic arise from the ground.
Tiny green sprouts of marigolds, carrots, corn, peas, and radishes.
How excited and confident you help us to feel.
Mother Gaia, how beautifully you tend your garden of souls!
Mother Earth and Father Sky
never deny their children
my brothers, sisters
~~~~~
how shall I make amends
when the stream gurgles with laughter
and the light chases the shadows away?
have I not denied you three times?
see how my tears of sorrow flow like rivers
in these lines that pass through
me
like poems
I leave behind my errant ways
meandering in your memories' breath
soon the stillness shall rise and shine,
I shall be resurrected in your thoughts.
Form:
The planet is in pain,
She's crying every day,
Have we all just gone insane,
For Our cruelty she cannot sway,
The trees creak with alarm,
As their bodies we still borrow,
All we bring is harm,
And a doom upon tomorrow,
Will the whispers in the leaves,
Or The roars in the seas,
Reach humanities theives,
Or fall to the ground like the trees,
Will we ever have enough,
Will we realize what we've done,
Or will it just get rough,
When we burn up with the sun?