We think we tread the solid earth. Yet, the earth itself was but a dream.
In the dream, we burned each other's desires and greed,
Filled with the ecstasy of each other's love, we finally became one—
Only to realize we were each other's roses.
We think we know one another, yet we know nothing.
Even this, in the end, was merely a dream of each other.
We thought we were walking upon a dream.
Only to awaken and find ourselves standing upon real ground,
Holding fast to each other's love and warmth.
I neither awaken nor do I dream.
At this very moment,
With a thundering, restless sound, I am born anew.
Someday, when someone reads these words of mine,
I shall be born within your heart and in your eyes—
Not as a dream, but as reality.
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No more writing!
Until my poem calls me, again!
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swallowing houses
devouring everything
leaving nothing
He talks to the void and it often listens
But it feels like there is nobody there.
So he flew to the sky and tried to say hello
Except the sky never even welcomed him home.
Fierce updrafts surge, the wild winds rise,
And hurl the drops to freezing skies.
The ice and hail will smash and pack,
Inside the towering thunder-back.
Collisions strip the charges bare,
As static tension rips the air.
Light crystals float to upper height,
While heavy graupel sinks like night.
Sparks zigzag down, a leader low,
Stepping below a ghostly glow.
The fields skyrocket, voltages soar,
To crack the sky and strike the floor.
Sudden awaking, the earth responds,
A surge of power breaks its bonds.
The trees and towers stretch and strain,
To thrust their streamers through the rain.
The channels splice and circuits close,
A blinding flash of lightning glows.
Volt-ignited, the atmosphere
Roars as the thunder shakes the sphere.
Expressions of whom, sky-veiled
Diaphanous-aired
These weather changes
The Year arranges?
If not in moral conflict
Our patron, always
Moodily confess
None but this goddess.
I watched my Mother Earth
naked under acid rain,
her trees like ribs poking through
a thinning green dress.
Once, she was thick with mango scent,
her belly warm with rice,
her rivers laughed like gurgling babies
now she chokes on plastic bottles
and oil spills that shimmer
like toxic jewelry.
They say the sea is rising,
but no one tells you how it feels
to watch a coastline
forget the names
of the children who played there.
My childhood was monsoon wet
thunderstorms licked our skin,
frogs sang in the dusk like priests
now rain arrives like a stranger,
either too late
or all at once,
like a slap.
I am told
to recycle,
to carry a cloth bag,
to plant a tree once a year
like lighting a lamp for the dead.
But the billionaires fly
above the storms,
sipping cold coffee
and dreaming of Mars.
And I
a woman with cracked feet
and a bleeding voice
write poems
no one reads,
weep for birds that no longer return,
and mourn glaciers
as if they were lovers
who never said goodbye.
The sun burns angrier now.
The moon stays away.
And I, too,
am learning how to die slowly,
without asking for too much air.
I walked the surface of the earth
like a fly on a bulb of light -
and for what it may be worth,
I suffered, not, a better plight.
To be black upon the earth
To be black upon the earth
To be black upon the earth
To be black upon the earth
TO BE BLACK UPON THE EARTH
You say you think the earth is flat.
Please let me have your proof?
When they fly to the moon and look back,
They can see for sure that it’s round.
But I forgot; that won’t convince you,
For space flight’s a conspiracy too.
So tell me, if the earth is flat,
What stops the oceans from running away?
If you walk to the edge, what keeps you safe?
Did somebody build a retaining wall?
No, science has proved you have it wrong
And though I don’t wish to cause offence,
When I think of your Flat Earth Society,
I have serious doubts about your sobriety.
The sunbeams break through the canopy high,Through a grand old oak, beneath a blue sky.Its branches, like arms, hold a silent prayer,
As warmth and light fill the quiet air. The beauty is mirrored, a sight so true,Like God’s own light, shining down on you.High above the leaves, on a steady breeze,A eagle rises with effortless ease.
It soars on wings of silver and black,With a vast, bright world along its track.Nature whispers a story of grace,And fills with peace this wonderful place.
At the Foot of the tall oak tree, moss coverts the earth floor like a blanket, soft like the clouds in the sky, chipmunks, squirrels, rabbits, squirreling about seeking food, pine cones, sure to to be a delight.
As the lone eagle soars high above, below it seas rolling hills full of wild flowers a rainbow of colors, honey bees sucking up their nectur to spread all around.
The suns rays cascading all around, baptizing all who are seeking its delight below, Gods HOLY Spirit filling everyone’s souls with light of Faith and Hope.
The Earth Awoke in White — Winter
Kevin Davis 2024
One day my air began to change—
A chill swept through my fields and range.
My creatures stirred, their work begun,
To face the cold that would soon come.
Crystals formed on tree and grass,
Along the roads they gathered en masse.
The snow—a wonder, white and cold,
Soft to the touch, a sight to behold.
Some creatures slept through winter’s call—
Bears and bats in slumber’s thrall.
Others stayed with food in store,
Warm and safe behind their door.
But children stepped from cozy dens,
In coats and gloves with booted friends.
They built snow people, carved with glee,
Snow angels bright with purity.
They built snow forts, their laughter rang,
While frozen winds around them sang.
And when the cold bit through their skin,
They hurried home to warmth within.
Winter brought school days, holidays bright,
Decorations gleamed through frosted night.
Yet quietly I waited for winter to thaw,
For new life stirring beneath my law.
When the Earth Brings an End to the Day — Summer
Kevin Davis 2024
When my creatures rouse from midday’s rest,
Awakened softly by the sun’s low quest,
The western-turning light drifts down,
And warmth still hums through field and town.
Hide-and-seek and kick-the-can,
Catching fireflies, each fleeting span—
The children’s laughter fills the air,
As birds and insects dance with flair.
Long golden days invite delight,
As coolness softens fading light.
Crickets and frogs sing sleepy tunes,
And darkness gathers ‘neath the moons.
My fields grow quiet, the evening deep,
My creatures sigh and drift to sleep.
A few last games, then baths and bed—
Where joy still dances in each head.
When the Earth Brings an End to the Day
Kevin Davis 2024
When my creatures rouse from their midday slumber,
stirred by the western-turning sun,
the Sun is moving further westward,
bringing new delights to everyone.
Hide-and-seek, kick-the-can, catching fireflies,
these become the children’s joy,
as the birds and the insects dance in the skies.
This season of long days brings everyone out,
They savor the cool as the heat leaves with the sun.
Crickets and frogs sing a happy, but it is a sleepy tune,
Soon the darkness covers my fields and flowers,
the only light is from the Moon.
My Children watch with disappointment as darkness falls,
and find time for a few more games before last call.
But then it’s time for baths to prepare for bed,
where the day’s enjoyment becomes dreams that dance in their head.
When the Earth Woke Singing
The sun came up, the day anew,
leaving behind the fresh morning dew.
The sky stretched endlessly and ached in blue,
making my grass and flowers stretch upright,
shaking off sleep in the morning’s hue.
While the sun shone low in the morning sky,
children emerged, wide-eyed and bright,
ready to explore and play.
Laughter and chatter could be heard near and far,
even before the day hid the very last morning star.
Before even the first cars and trucks hit the roads,
my topsoil had been pattered by bunnies and toads.
Then, as my roots unfurled to drink from the morning’s honeydew,
I again drank in the children’s hymn of promise anew.
Their shadows framed their joy, and the sun moved higher,
leaving my fields a tapestry ablaze with laughter.
In the quiet breath of morning light,
When dawn paints gold across the sky,
The earth awakens soft and bright,
As gentle winds go drifting by.
The mountains stand in silent grace,
Their peaks adorned with clouds so white,
Like ancient guardians of this place,
Watching over day and night.
Rivers sing a silver song,
Dancing over stone and sand,
Carrying secrets all along,
Through valleys carved by nature’s hand.
In emerald fields the flowers bloom,
Each petal kissed by drops of dew,
Their fragrance chasing winter’s gloom,
In shades of crimson, gold, and blue.
Above, the birds in freedom glide,
Their wings embracing endless air,
While forests whisper far and wide,
Of life that breathes and blossoms there.
At twilight’s hour the sky turns deep,
A canvas brushed with violet hue,
And stars awaken from their sleep,
Like diamonds scattered in the blue.
O nature, gentle, wild, and wise,
Your beauty speaks without a word,
A silent poem before our eyes,
More powerful than ever heard.
In every leaf, in every breeze,
A quiet miracle we see,
The endless art of earth and seas,
The timeless soul of harmony.
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