Short Nature Society Poems
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The observer of
The incident around us
Sometimes it’s so true
But sometimes dishonesties
All they see is truth and lies
Babes
flesh of her
with the audacity
to crown themselves
lords
if not gods
masters of all
all
natural
fools
at her feet
As every kingdom falls
Nature alone
knows immortality
In a city you are a sheep
among hungry wolves
and mighty lions.
A prey, who prays
for a better fate,
but Nature hears not
the sheep bleat,
It favors
howling of wolves
and lions that roar.
I
fluttering patterns
wear the beauty crown
into the garden of the wilting roses.
greeting the thorns
with an aura of bliss
that disarms them
as they pass.
From a little sapling to a tree,
He grows, he grows to be,
Stuck to its roots still,
Can’t go anywhere, can’t be free,
Stuck in the soil,
His own not allowing him to go,
He just sits there, where he sadly grows
Why do partisan social activists preach
so much about growing a more equitable society
while doing Business As Usual
While environmental activists student teach
with us
to develop a more synergetic EarthTribe?
Do not be sad in society.
If friends hurt you often,
go to nature in the jungles.
Flowers will smile at you.
Birds shall sing melodies.
Plants will offer you fruits
Foliage will give cool shelter
What other love do you want?
Fall and
red yellowing
leaves in the trees
an old man sitting
on a bench
watches them
fall
and thinks of his youth
a youth
sitting on a bench
looking into his iPhone
simulates the falling
red yellowing leaves
and googles
the future
of trees
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cold harsh desolate terrain
where life to us seems hostile and cruel
gardens painstakingly nurtured
with minimal returns
so much effort so little gain
yet a most appreciative and spiritual people
atop their mountains so close to God
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
watch my wristwatch
and what time is it
I cannot not tell you
though this is partly sunny
each laughter from the room
is that document
in a time of war
the evidence is happiness
we are deaf near the wall
Again from the shadows
Rises that scoundrel
Riding on envy
Armed with naked cynics
Dedicated not to betray
The Lord of hatred
For he is ordered
To scoff the adore
Yet he is unsure
About the shine that still hold
Eternal is the nature’s mystery
What comes in its way, becomes history.
The atrocity of greed has never reached so high;
The morality of man has never plunged so low.
For who but greed-fueled man would commit such an act,
forcing vanguards to poison what they were born to protect?
Across the sea, the souls of trees weep;
Into our lungs, the stink of death creep.
Form:
Guider of Nature
Guides life through winter, spring, summer, and autumn
Through dark, cold, bright and warm _______
Guiding a desolate world to prosper
Leaders in the crowd
Leak orders on their own feelings,gains, or losses
For selfishness, ignorance or fame-gaining_________
Leading a quiet society into confusing
I can’t be
sharing
my body
with you
who’s now a shallow pool
though the room is offices
I can hear them panting now
his saliva wet every bedsheet
he’s your boss
your CEO
I’m quite
resistant
to reform
proposals
Beside the white oaks of the king's ferry
the heavenly princess resists control,
swatting sand flies off of her acacia crown
Night eyes will not hide a spotted sun
its oenomel translating
Tira's blessings in thorn mimosas,
vistas of aphotic and alabaster stripes,
fingerprints of virtue and violence;
—
Opposites attract
I can't look away
where is everybody
the streets are bare
so eerily apocalyptic
a post nuclear scene
winter lingers ~ in sunless crisis
a dreadful silence lurks
thick heavy clouds droop nigh
spring may not come
we may never recover
wait… is that a crocus ‘neath that tree?
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~COVID 2020~ 2020
AP: 2nd place 2021
Morning dew falls, dripping down
like tears down humanity's pain
following the setting sun
bloodshot eyes
Earth.. nature... society
tearing at the seams
in anguish
titans in conflict
Minds fertile
in vast oblivion
lost in direction
on paths fogged to truth
Mre we powerless to(o)
effect change
or is the choice
to be powerless
two-legged ants dart
around & through
a holographic city
overcome by
an illusion of order
overwhelmed by
a terrestrial constellation
under cacophonous con(de)struction
six-legged ants dutifully
transport breadcrumbs to tiny
chasms in the mottled dirt
where cool dark silence
briefly mollifies
a holographic planet
under careless (de)construction
The Fox and the Bear
We can’t even hear
So were they even there
As sometimes man just never cared
We therefore killed fox and bear
But who was it that killed Jack Rabbit
I think we just got in a habit
We don’t though need to kill
We just need bring our skill
To save the planet
Fox and bear – I do hope you are still out there
As I for one do really care
DAMO
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human nature
is not...
human nature
is not natural
what is it
it surrounds
our being
it's woven
into us
truly, it's
society's and
culture's influences
merged
that's human nature
September 05, 2018
Human Nature Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
(Yalto form)
Form:
The honey bee let on my leg,
sensing he knew the power
of my hand. But also sensed
I he knew, the character of this
man -- he could stroll and buzz
as he liked, his calculation right --
He could stroll and buzz plainly
in sight -- equal curiosity, in our own
ways equal velocity, though neither
expressed notion to sting nor flee,
equally alive, contemplating the other's
hive.
Zero is One, One is Two, Two is Four.
As in Platonic solids, there is no One or Two.
If Zero is void and Four is a cube.
If Zero is a circle and Four is a square.
If unity is the glue that connects Zero to Four.
Zero won Two.
One too Four.
The pyramid is absolved from this group.
The triangle is absolved from this group.
Two dot form a line, not knowing the pleasure of a absolved triangle.
I come from a place with Mahogany trees,
With bowers of fragrant flowers surrounded by bees,
I come from a land where within it- culture and language differ,
Still humanity and brotherhood is what we prefer.
I come from a place where the poor are fed,
A place where throughout the host's house the guests are led,
A place where love and humanity is filled,
Where towers of care, trust and hope in our hearts we do build.
I once saw two little ants
one in front and one in back
carrying on a small dance.
For the front ant was quick
as they carried a beetle load
often the back would slip.
Racing to the front from behind
the back spoke to front in excited terms
giving a piece of his ant's mind.
Cooperation is what gets job done,
gets the meal home,across this driveway,
out of this hot sun.
So learned from little ants
when I looked at life's little items
and I saw little ant's dance.
Wild wild wild, keeps chanting my mind
That is where I belong
To be up on the world stage and perform
To jump in the air and land on the grass
Elated by the life’s concert
It’s a constant bass
Give me a forest
And take back your lawn
Lying on the mulch
The ants crawl
Over my dead mask
Wearing it was such a horrendous task
Watch me slip
Into the madness, you call
But Peace it truly is
Just once try and recall
You have trod this path too!
So why are you now appalled?