Climate Change
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Coal
The PM said
Is how we in Australia run.
How we make money
Get on our feet.
Coal
Said the PM
Is what we need.
But Mr PM
What about the day
When you wake up
Once, in the beginning, Mother Earth was vibrant,
Her children newly born, mewling, clumsy things
Soft pink hands scrubbing at bright, new eyes
Stumbling through survival.
What we see
What we hear
Wont be here in a thousand years
What we taste
What we touch
Someday there won't be as much
What we do
What we smell
Will all be gone if we don't treat Earth well
This is my love letter
My love letter to you,
Mother Nature.
You are so beautiful
So powerful
and glorious
You can crush houses
in one second
Kids on computers,
Parents out of work.
The climate's changing
And Earth is dying.
Stores are closing and
The streets are empty.
There's smoke in our atmosphere,
Poisoning our air.
Being hinted down in a
Forrest filled with skyscrapers
Dodging bullet like traffic
I sat down on an artificial
Park bench comforted
By artificial trees thinking about
Global warming, climate change
Dearest Husbandry,
I’m your Mississippi Aphrodite, a giant Amazonic.
I am shin-deep in the Mississippi River
and I see above the clouds, far out over the Land of Nod.
look at us, can’t you see?
your weapons of greed tear apart this ocean
all for self-gain in industry chains.
are pleas for help not enough commotion?
I don’t care if you’re scared,
so was Martin Luther King Jr.
I’m just here to say
the ashes have gathered against skyline and upturned plan
making late summer a hazy funeral
I breathe in the forest fires
the old oaks and their stifled fates
I saw upon yonder, a tree standing alone,Upon a hill, so stony and cold.I wandered that hill up to the tree,And to my surprise, the tree said to me,
If I had to choose if I’d rather have the world end in fire or ice, I would choose ice.
At least for now.
If I had to choose if I’d rather have the world end in fire or ice, I would choose ice.
At least for now.
The animals live as they
are adapted to live, but never more.
They are primitive. Without free thought,
without art and culture,
without clothing. The trees give shade
and shelter to the animals
I thought you promised not to drown everyone again!
Knee deep in glacier sweat.
I did. I won’t.
Says She,
What Will It Take For Us To See ...
We're Facing The END of Humanity ... !?!
Tragedies From RISING SEAS ... !!!
FLOODING Far Too FREQUENTLY ... !!!
In Places That Water Just Should NOT Be ... ?!?
I love poetry for its blank spaces,
for its constant wondering
and the shape of the words on a page.
For different reasons
than why I love math.
Mother is unique
unlike her little sister moon
unlike her toxic sister Venus
unlike her father sun
To Those Who Don't Believe,
Our world is changing; Can't you see you're a fool
Look at the evidence on the news, the scientific reserarch available
We're starting a new Dust Bowl, amd soon the Earth will be unsavable
I’m afraid
Of two things.
This isn’t to say
That I am not afraid
Of other things
But
My fear of deep, dark,
cold waters,
And the places on Earth
That the light doesn’t reach
There is a problem.
Well, there are a lot of
problems,
but pretend for now that they are all just one big
problem.
One Problem.
(Do you know what it is?)
(Imagine it isn’t what you think)
On the edge of a parapet
stands a young person
with nothing but
wings made of wax
and the boldness
to jump.
We were told as children
that the myth
always ends in tragedy.
As I walk along the shore I can feel myself shake
The world doesn’t quite look the same
There is a scar running through from the quakes
I just couldn’t seem to hold back my rage
As I walk along the shore I can feel myself shake
The world doesn’t quite look the same
There is a scar running through from the quakes
I just couldn’t seem to hold back my rage
One of the Greek Gods is how you may know him, he's the God of the Sea, at the top of the totem. Now that was long ago and far from current day, because if he were here right now he wouldn't want to stay.
September 20th, 2019
the world slept.
she didnt have to fight for herself today.
she dreamt while the voices of her children spoke for her,
begged for her safety,
pleaded for her protection,
Anthropogenic activity:
Wondering why the sky cries such torrential tears
whirlpooled in sheets of ice and wind;
waiting as it winds up our minds
They shout for metal straws
And recycle with pride
But they don’t see
That I will die anyway
Reusable water bottles can only do so much
The oceans turn to acid
And the corals die
The shellfish larvae dissolve
Into scattered molecules,
The Arctic is warming
And the sea ice melts away
Leaving the briny blue exposed
Don't you know
We let you go
So you could forever flow
The eternity
It's killing me
Too late to turn away
No matter where we sway
We come here, always
Back to the tasteful music
There stands Jack Frost,
As cool as ever.
Except he's not.
How can he stay cool,
When everything is getting so uncomfortably warm?
Midas was a man,
A man with a wish,
He didn’t get what he planned,
But he just couldn’t resist.
He asked for gold the first time,
Midas was a man,
A man with a wish,
He didn’t get what he planned,
But he just couldn’t resist.
He asked for gold the first time,
The siren of today doesn't lure men to death,
But instead uses it for good, until her last, dying breath.
Her ocean is polluted, her lungs filled with muck,
She has to admit that she is now stuck.
Some cry climate change Other's say they're deranged.As the conflict evolvesAll our lives are involved.Who's right or who's wrong?What's the difference?
Climate Change
I finally understood climate change
when I came home, walked in the door,
and felt the atmosphere.
Temperatures rising.
Ice caps melting,
Falling into the sea.
Gaia, Mother Nature,
Oh how she cares
As she stares at the dirty air.
Her animals are dying out,
And her Earth is full of drought.
Mother Earth weeps
Not with sorrow,
With rage.
Her rage is found in
The fire that razed Paradise,
The storm that destroyed San Juan,
The spirits of the animals of the forest still live on
Told in stories by mothers and fathers to their young
Told late at night when it’s too cold to sleep
The story of the Mighty Ape
Proud and strong
A golden beam of sunlight shines through scattered patches.
Gold reflects on every surface.
The trees illuminate in a sunny yellow,
Signifying the timeless beauty that fall has bestowed.
3:46 a.m.
on a post-rain Kansas Monday.
I try to wash away
the sleepiness
from my insomnia laden eyes,
pick a fresh sheet of paper
spread clean it almost sheens,
I yearn for a time when
We have an earth
a home
where we have
butterflies not plastic bags
Seahorses not troughs of sea trash
Fruitful forests not funerals or forests.
I ache for the
Dead trees stand tall
Beige brittle limbs stiff as dried out bones
Silver inside the screaming sky
Snaking between evergreens
Darker than Hooker’s Green in pure white
My darling, your days are numbered and your skin is boiling,My darling, We are the parasites that plague your sand-colours surface,My darling, your lakes and ponds are rising,
Lagoon.
Clear like glass cup
Uncovered by sunlight.
No greenhouse gases are emitted.
Lagoon.
50 lives from now the glaciers will melt
the rate at which ice leaves the planet is caused by us.
we did this.
it was one thing to unknowingly bring such positive change to the world
with our new gadgets and gear,
The flowers in her hair were slowly dying. The sky grew too tired of crying. Sheets of white covered her eyes, as the world met its demise. No one cared to tend the crops. Toxic waste of yesterday filled the air. No rainbow would ever shine there
We cling to you for shelter
and like a greedy lover, we
often ignore your needs,
asking for more than we deserve
taking for granted the abundance
of your beauty and love
The mother of all mothers
Embraces us like no other
Her luscious forests span far and wide,
Nature’s sanctuary, where creatures hide
Her waters run deep, her waters run low,
Offering gifts in every flow
With great vengeance and furious anger
She will burn you.
Drag us all through the dirt
Until our gashes
Are pustulated mounds
Tears have stories
It ain't for human only.
Earth do cry at times.
We never see those..
Coz, only human can
Human ain't human right now
Just a bulk of organs
Human never existed.
We live here in the earth,
deep in soil, blood
red in clay and skin cresting
the sky,
we inhale.
We are young;
Face coated in oil
and litter,
fumes halo our head
Dear U.S residents,
Why?
Why hate when you can love?
Why scream when you can sing?
battered, worn and grayed you are
from caring regularly.
you never complain or cry
and simply present your calmest sea.
i want to thank you for the home
given without a fee.
Dear Humanity,
The lips she used to kiss
Her same sex lover with,
And the binary she dismissed
Made them all loose their mind
The Black (pt. 1)
I am not sure what I was expecting
Here;
We have this-
This potential
And those who chip away at it
With their gold encrusted pick axes
Dear Environment,
You give yourself up to any who wish to occupy
Those who swim, walk, or even fly
Yet my species has taken advantage of your generosity,
By returning it with atrocity
“Don’t Worry”, said the salesman with the cheap suit and the cheaper grin, desperate to make his last pitch
There is a forest
A dim forest full of dusky trees and damp moss
Tiny critters that scuttle about
Weaving in between the roots of dying oaks and already dead birches
Oceans rise
Oceans fall
Who are we to change the oceans?
Oceans create
Oceans destroy
When did we change the lives in the oceans?
She cries ice
and dries her tears in the fire
Too Soon! They cry, as the Autumn
Leaves fall
They exchange seasons with
cool white snow
Our hottest summer
Our coldest Winter
It is 2017 right now, and winter has arrived.
Snow is everywhere in the Equestrian land.
At long last, joy has been revived.
All of the snow's surface seems to be bland.
Unfortunately, not everypony enjoys the day.
you are more than I deserve
than I will ever deserve
you are the cool and glorious rains that fall
blissfully to the scorched lands
that have been plagued
by drought
you are more than I deserve
than I will ever deserve
you are the cool and glorious rains that fall
blissfully to the scorched lands
that have been plagued
by drought
This poem is dedicate to all the Pacific islanders out there. In which Moana gives a poem for the world to know.
People do not know the truth about our islands.
I hope you are okay after
we poured bleach down
your throat and gave
the last few sips
to the Great Barrier Reefs
I hope a mother’s love
can withstand the pain
Our god is green so things are never as they seem,Freedom rings but are we really free?People still being exploited like the Cree,In the land of history repeated,Was hatred every truly defeated? When Lincoln died, he believed us to be unified,Jim
The environment, it is our sacred right;
We live it, we breathe it, but we don’t acknowledge its might.
Burning ourselves alive, we don’t see who’s deprived.
I'd like them alleach & every onedown to the lastsmug,self-satisfied,smart,oh-so-smartdeniers,
Mother
She protects houses nourishes
All forms of life
Yet we do not do the same
We kill
We torture
We laugh at others pain
With cold and calculated heart and mind;
A man who lacked remorse for other men,
Twisted the sights of those walking behind,
To turn them to a life of sheep and hens.
Of the many things wrong,
I find this one to have a grip on me, strong
We need reform
Let us perform
A societal change
Refute the strange
The world was created to support man.
We take and we take; greedily, until there is no longer a grain of sand.
“Earth is nothing more than a machine,” says man.
He soon digs his own grave-
The earth, so cold, the people upon it made her that way.She gives and gives and all we do is take.
On a fine summer evening young Matthew McGee
Rode his new vintage vespa to a friend’s brewery
That had just opened up in a warehouse abandoned
Undertow
In my earliest memory I am drowning,
upside down in the shores of my hometown.
I’m two years old, on the sand with Mom,
seaglass in our pockets
and startling cool water on our toes.
Take advantage while you can.
Go up to a tree and touch its thick bark.
Twently years or less they'll all be gone.
We'll soon forget what it was like to breath fresh crisp morning air.
As it roars and trickles
against the rocks
As it gushes and dribbles
and never stops
it will always stay blue and true
its all about water
(If I were stranded on a deserted island I would bring my love and respect for nature with me).
I sat up on the hill,
My gaze caught the shore, forest, and stream,
Oh, what a thrill!
T’was the most glorious dream,
In times of peril, the moon rises.
The wind blows harder and harder
before your eyes.
The sound of thunder comes your way,
The smell of rain to end the day.
Follow the direction of the storm.
A critique of Canadian Prime Minister Stephen Harper's environmental policies.
BORN TO EKE
I like eking! I like to eke.
I’d rather run the water on gravity alone
and switch the lights all OFF
whenever I leave home.
If there’s a choice of high or low
Destruction,
Construction,
Obstruction,
Trail down the roofs
And back to the Earth.
Empathy fills the darkness,
Flooding the evening in tears
As troubled thoughts linger
Sunlit blanket
Of fluffy snow
Etches a sculpture,
Marble against sky.
Lacy ice
Forms a window
Shielding
From the worst truth.
It was not heralded
We aren't trying
Why aren't we TRYING
We have put a man on the moon (more than one)
We have invented a tiny device that is a camera
a phone
a music player
and so much more
A girl swept away
From her father’s arms
The great wave’s force
Overpowering her
Seizing her
From her beloved family
Who will never see
Her lovely little face
Smiling up at them
Hurricanes, tornadoes, strange omens wreak day's woes,
Foes unseen, it's of the people unclean,
Pollution sown so mean, this is not just a dream,
Fiends of torrential rain, causing pain as the water flows down drains,
Through the eyes of the woods
gazing through the darkness they watch over earth as it sleeps.
Gently caressing the willow as it weeps.
She Weeps for the sorrow of a thousand long years.
And as I looked up at the sky
I asked to the heavens,
"why were we given the earth,
if you knew we were going to destroy it?"
A bird flew
The stars twinkled,
the planets moved,
