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For crying out loud
Due to the outcome
I was not particularly proud
For more than two centuries, election days go and come
The sun, a splinter,
Breathed the light,
Touching the eye
(Blue).
... Shows dew as it is,
Tank tops swelter in blazing week;Your sweater's no needed in days of bleak;Keep your eyes in clamoring massed street--They are now fully awakefrom codology of vexing class of slick Cozy moments knocked by shrieking wind;Your senses were trying n
Tank tops swelter in blazing week;Your sweater's no needed in days of bleak;Keep your eyes in clamoring massed street--They are now fully awakefrom codology of vexing class of slick Cozy moments knocked by shrieking wind;Your senses were trying no
Under The Bridge In Del Rio, Texas USA
Under the bridge in Del Rio are stopped, stuck, stationed
Trust me: all mothers are incredibly special
Wonderful, beautiful and phenomenal
Without mothers, there will be no living
May is the month of love
May is the month of all flowersMay is the month of all Mothers.
The month of May
Exists so we can love
The beautiful flowers of nature
I have never seen an ugly flowerFlowers are always full of grandeurFlowers are known to be beautifulAll the time, that's stupendously wonderfulAll flowers speak a beautiful language
Keine Ratte steht tatsächlich über dem Gesetz
Gerechtigkeit muss blind, fair, gleich und roh sein
Für alle, in einer demokratischen Gesellschaft
Be brave enough to walk awayAnd don't look backBe brave to say goodbyeBe brave enough to go your wayBe brave not to tell a lie.
I want to be known by one name
Like Dessalines, Christophe and Pétion
Like Pelé, Ali or a Great Champion
Woman, woman, oh sweet womanMy love, my crib, my tokenIn my daily diaryEvery day is your journeyYou are my soul, my pillarI cherish you everydayAnd I love you, my flower.
Eu te ofereço meu doce coração todos os dias
Em vez de céu e bolos de mel
Eu te ofereço buquês de lindas flores
In the USA, Black History month is celebrated
In February, the month with the shortest days
Be brave enough to walk away
And don’t look back
Be brave to say goodbye
Be brave enough to go your way
Be brave not to tell a lie.
My love, my all
My friend, my soul
When I say I love you
It is not a joke
It's not a sad laughingstock
Sotto il ponte a Del Rio sono fermi, bloccati, appostati, accerchiati
Ammucchiati migliaia di migranti Haitiani, non Ucraini
Sous le pont De Del Rio sont arrêtés, coincés, entassés
Amassés des milliers d'Haïtiens migrants, pas d'Ukrainiens
Sob a ponte Del Rio eles estão parados, presos, estacionados
Milhares de imigrantes Haitianos, não Ucranianos
Francamente, se fossem os últimos, não seriam penalizados
Bajo el puente Del Río están parados, atascados, estacionados
Miles de inmigrantes Haitianos, no Ucranianos
Francamente, si fueran estos últimos, no serían sancionados
Meu país é o belo sol
Meu país não é o inverno rigoroso
Meu país é um Éden muitas vezes verde
Sempre lânguido e tropical ao amanhecer.
Mi patria es el hermoso sol
Mi país no es el invierno duro
Mi país es un edén a menudo verde
Siempre lánguido y tropical al amanecer.
My country is the beautiful sun
My country is not the hard winter
My country is an often green Eden
Tocaré todas las campanas
Para tu cumpleaños
Saldré de mis bolsillos
Bonitas joyas de las hermosas calas.
Mi amor cuando te vas
Cuando se vaya
Es mi luna que se va
Es mi sol que se va
Yo no como
My love when you leave
When you walk away
It's my moon vanishing
It's my sun disappearing
I do not eat
I am dreaming of a beautiful black Noel night
Tonight, where the jolly stars can easily be seenIn the sky. From afar, the moon is clear and brightAnd the clouds create a wonderfully divine scene.
Betrayed and backstabbed
By our African brothers.
Insulted, humiliated and robbed
Too many think that they are GodToo many think that they know GodToo many think that they see GodToo many talk like they know GodToo many sinsToo many SatansToo many prosecutors
Sometimes, we have to be brave to say hello, To a neighbor or a stranger who won't respond.At times, we have to wave at the ducks in the pond, Without being sprayed with spittle or water of coco. Sometimes, we bow our head to greet a teacher, A pr
Hate is vileHate doesn't smileHate is rough and toughAnd sips bad stuff.
Hate hitsHate spitsFire, fireIn the dire drier.
Cheery as this beautiful bird of nature,Which can easily find its food.Cheerful as the bird of paradise,Which gives hope to the destitute.
Yes, I will certainly vote
But I won’t vote for liars
I will not vote for backstabbers
Autumn, the present season
Changes of cadences and colors
It's a very charming time
Femme, tu étais si belle. Tu étais si jolie
Tu étais si polie, si jeune et pleine de vie
Tu étais si magnifique. Tu étais si gentille
Frau, du warst so schön. Du warst so hübsch
Du warst so höflich, so jung und voller Leben
Du warst so wunderschön. Du warst so nett
Du warst so zärtlich und fern von den Raupen.
Nous sommes au mois de Septembre
L’été vient juste de perdre ses membres
Sa chaleur, sa beauté et sa tendresse.
We are in September
Summer just lost her limbs
Her warmth, her beauty and her tenderness.
We stumble, we fall and we get upWe don't beg, don't kneel and we stand upFailure will never be an optionLife is about struggling and taking actionWe are living in a world full of hypocrisy
There're days when the sun is upWhen the solar rays hit youYou feel been dropped from the topAnd you end up right on the screw.
I see
Your beauty in your smile
Your beauty in your eyes
Your beauty in your cadence
Your beauty in your fragrances.
If you were born in the month of August
Be cool, be calm, be wise and be robust
Aimez, aimez maintenant
Aujourd'hui, pas demain
Oubliez le chagrin
Arrêtez de demander comment
Arrêtez de vous questionner
Non sei nessuno
Dato che non sono nessuno
Sei qualcuno
Come io sono qualcuno
C'è una sola umanità
Roses, flowers and bouquets
Love, Honor, Peace and Respect
Verses, poems and literature
Les roses, les fleurs et les bouquets
L’amour, l’honneur, le respect et la paix
Les vers, les poèmes et la littérature
We occasionally fall in love with the right person
With the perfect, the immaculate or the wrong one
We’re naturally numb
When we fall in love
El eterno silencio
Es la muerte
A menudo decimos bajo este cielo
Donde los enemigos están en todas partes
Incluso entre matones y tontos
L'eterno silenzio
È la morte
Diciamo spesso sotto questo cielo
Dove i nemici sono ovunque
Anche tra teppisti e sciocchi
Death is
The eternal silence
We often say under this sky
Where the enemies are ubiquitous
Girls must have the undeniable rights to speak,And the God-given rights to choose and pick.Girls must have the rights to be educated,To be respected and to be protected.Girls are human beings too;
Tears over death
Not because you’ve left
Without saying goodbye
Oh! I cannot tell a lie.
America is beautiful, great and wonderfulEadem opera, she is ugly, pitiful and dreadfulIn regards to the mistreatments of the Native AmericansThe African Americans and other minorities
Children already grown
Kisses already forgotten
Plants already flowered
Flowers already burgeoned
Des enfants déjà grandis
Des baisers déjà oubliés
Des plantes déjà fleuries
Love is so crazy
Why do people fall in it?
Love is really crazy
Why do people follow it?
People will always be in pain
When in love, in deep love
We know or at least are aware of
Each other’s sunset and sunrise
About the rain
Sometimes
I don’t want to think
I don’t want to blink
I don’t want to imagine
I don’t want to be seen
A kiss on the forehead
Is a gesture of betrayal
It's not a kiss of love
Filled with joy and humor.
Un baiser sur le front
Est un geste de trahison
Ce n’est pas un bisou d’amour
Empourpré de joie et d’humour.
The croaking toad
The spitting toad
Is ill
Time and wind pass
Like poor cowards.
Le crapaud qui coasse
Le crapaud qui crache
Est malade
Le temps et le vent passent
Comme des pauvres lâches.
Où se trouvent ces crapauds
Qui crachent sur notre tête ?
Où sont-ils, ces sales bêtes
You're youngYou're strongTime will crumbleTime will humbleYou, You and you.
You're beautifulYou're powerfulTime will fadeTime will get ridOf you and you.
Look deep in the mirrorDo you see color?What do you see?Can you see the sins of the humanity,And the hypocrisy creeping at the doorsteps?Blinded by the murky and muddyGlaucoma of jealousy,
Still tears in our eyes for our Brave Haiti
Still tears in our eyes for our incredible Country
Encore des larmes aux yeux pour notre brave Haïti
Encore des larmes aux yeux pour notre incroyable Pays
Tu te couches Manouche
Comme une mouche
Sans prendre ta douche
Très loin de moi
Où tu ressembles à une croix
Be not afraidTo fight the right fightsThe hate, the hatredTo regain your rightsTo end bigotry, racismFascism and nepotism.
As a Chorus of Angels, May you rest in PeaceThe Almighty God will render you JusticeHe will welcome you all in His KingdomWhere there is more Liberty and Freedom.
Wir wissen nicht
Wenn wir uns verabschieden
Denn morgen
Gehört nur Gott im Himmel
Wir wissen nicht
Nou pa konnen
Lè nou di orevwa
Paske demen
Se pou sèlman Bondye nan syèl la
Nou pa konnen
Si se pa yon dènye vizyon
Nous ne savons pas
Quand nous disons adieu
Parce que demain
N'appartient qu'à Dieu
Nous ne savons pas
Nós não sabemos
Quando dizemos adeus
Porque amanhã
Só pertence a Deus no céu
Nós não sabemos
Sobre o último olhar
No sabemos
Cuando nos despedimos
Por que mañana
Sólo pertenece a Dios en el cielo
No sabemos
Sobre la última mirada
We do not know
When we say goodbye
Because tomorrow
Only belongs to God in the sky
North and South are fighting againWasting lives, money, future and funWar is hell; there, everybody is on the runNonsense is their common sin.
I am not going to wait for you to get illOr to die to send you bouquets of flowersRight now is the time to make you feelThat you're loved amid the rain showers.
It is Good Friday
Remember, remember
When, for Jesus, everything was nasty and sour
Love those who love you
Appreciate those who appreciate you
A dog never bites its owner
When a woman loves youYou can do nothing wrongYou can charm her with a songFrom you, she hardly needs a few.
When a woman loves youThe world looks beautifulEverything is wonderfulWhen she adores you.
Democracy is about freedom of speechAnarchy is, without a doubt, the oppositeOf democracy, liberty and freedom to wishTo hope, to dream and to confront defeat.
L’amoureux brindezingue dit non avec la tète
Le cerveau fort agité amèrement s’embête
Pendant qu’il dit oui avec le cœur enflammé
Wir kommen
Wir wandern
Und wir gehen
Das ist alles was wir wissen.
Wir kommen auf die Erde
Nous venons
Nous errons
Et nous allons
C'est tout ce que nous savons.
Nous venons sur terre
We come
We roam
And we go
That’s all we know.
We come on earth
We roam, we surf
No mustard bombs are droppedNo audible or silent shots are firedNo planes are necessarily blown or hiredNo flags are deliberately flown or flappedNo soldiers crossed the borders
We do not want only a piece
We aspire and want Peace
A mammoth piece of Freedom
For the north, south, west and east
These are not events that took place very far in the past
These are obviously ongoing racial gaffes and contrasts
Where human beings are bombarded and mistreated
Tell me more about democracy
Nobody is a fool
Tell me more about dichotomy
Go ahead! I am cool
Darling, you love me
And yet, I love you more
My angel, you like me
And, but I like you more.
Today is a new spring’s first day
Today is the birth of a new season
Today is another blessed birthday
Many politicians vociferously lie
Many politicians either hide or omit the truth
Many times, I sit down quietly in a booth
Instead of bombing, shelling and trashing our neighbors
Let’s all do the highly popular fun ‘Jeru’ dance
Fanm, fanm, o fanm rapadou
Boubout mwen, bèsom, kòmansmanm
Nan kaye jounalye mwen chak jou
Chak jou se pou ou, se jou pa ou
Mulher, mulher, oh doce mulher
Meu amor, meu berço, meu começo
No meu pequeno diário
Todo dia é um dia feliz
Você é minha alma, meu pilar
Femme, femme, ô gentille femme
Mon amour, ma fleur, mon entame
Dans mon calepin journalier
Liberty has been taken hostage, abducted in many parts
Of the world
Freedom is often smothered, suffocated in many hearts
In this world
If you plant the seeds of loveYou'll reap gorgeous flowers of loveIf you spray the seeds of hateMany plants and treesWill blossom flowers of hateAnd you won't like the fateNobody enjoys death and miseries
Es una otra primavera
Es una nueva temporada
Un otro día de lluvia ligera cayendo
Un otro día medio soleado otra vez
Lethal Thermobaric Bombs
Also known as vacuum bombs
Sucking the oxygen out of the air
For many miles. Nuclear and cluster bombs
It is another spring
It is a brand new season
Another day of light rain falling
Another semi-sunny day again
Everyone agrees that war is cruel
Everyone agrees that war is suicidal
Everyone agrees that war brings mortar, anger
And after all, all these, my love
I adore you and will always love you, my dove
After so much hubbub and confusion
When you lose
Remember
There will be another blessed day
There will be another play
If you're writing about girlsYou're talking about gorgeous pearlsHappy love is in the air. If you're dreaming being in heavenThis time of the year, you need no reasonTo yearn being in love. If you're hearing melodious musicYou must be feeling very
Love me now while
I can love you in return
Love me now when, at will
I can turn on and off the lantern
Love me now while, still
Yes, I am thinking about the human race
Please note that race has ‘four letters’
And most four-letter words
Can cause problems, ills, havocs and wars
We are going to dig to bury our dead:
Mother, father, sisters and brothers,
Uncles, aunts, friends and strangers.
The nonstop negative news or publicities on Haiti
Hurt tremendously and disturbingly
The relentless or constant bashings of all Haitians
Nobody wants to be blocked
In front of the gate of Heaven
Even the worst criminals, on the block
For a pass, cringe, mourn and yearn.
El color es irrelevante
A mí
Es la belleza natural
Que es absolutamente
Deslumbrante e importante
A mí
Fuoco d'amore che brucia e distrugge
Fuoco, fuoco che fa soffrire
Fuoco infernale che maledice
Uccide e provoca la morte.
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.
Was privileged to have a fortunate chattering communion with the chirping plover;
Slowly and slowly fly the mighty feathers:
the uncanny wrath bearer,
The poacher's prey, the bald bizzare stigmatic cryptic creature,
The ecosystem's majestic role player!
Being a human being is to love everyone
Don’t get confused about being a Christian
Who is to be a Super Being, a great Human
You would have to see or witness this to believe it
These horses were smarter than the border patrol agents
Because the smart animals avoided charging these poor migrants
Nothing brings me greater joy
Than to hold out my arms
And hug the world
Thanking the motherland for every trail
Every bump, pebble, and stone in the road
Leading
to a worthy destination
I’ve got a big box of dark chocolates
They are gooey and tasty and nice
I take all that I want, which is greedy
And I simply ignore the high price
I don’t pass the box to my children
It comes into your life-
A fresh soul,
Awaiting a home
Waiting for tender loving and care
You could offer them the world
A field of friends,
Connected by roots
But when you start to neglect
There's nothing good as merry as mellow meadows.
An airfield of gentle buzzing breeze; mine shadows --
Doth smile and racing with my fingers; the grasses --
And theirs as if hands they reach on me, wanting me --
There once was a wise crow it said
“I carry the world upon my head”
though it’s fate was to end up dead,
the world will bloom where it will tread.
Once I was beautiful, gleaming and bright
My oceans glimmered in the broad daylight
Trios of trees swayed happily in the breeze
Trees, thousands of years old
Monoliths of perseverance and life
Great behemoths standing tall
Never giving in to all that assails them
Nor overtaking all that surrounds them
Me, only decades old
A tomb of opportunities spent --
Wretched anguish fills my soul
At the sight of that ominous,
Gaping hole. Inside, with eyes
Attuned to darkness I
Behold plates, wasted; ketchup packets
In my dreams, I often visit Eden,
wild, pristine unspoiled by man.
Nature's palette blankets the earth
and God's creatures roam free on the land.
Of course, it's only a daydream.
Man's greed is a cancer yet.
I am.
I am made from molecules of gas that coalesced in space millennia ago.
I am the caretaker to a global garden of life-- but
A mother watches her childBlindLooking to his futureHer time is his, but not all of his time is hersWaiting
I want to capture
certain vocabulary
in the shape of you.
But those words should be
free from humanities breath.
Our scarring touch.
Mother showed me her saphhire rings,
seven she wore upon her hands.
I'd wear upon my hands her bands,
in awe of their beauty and shine.
I rolled around grass and felt the moring dew,
Twinkle Twinkle Little star
Aren’t you tired
You never rest
Your weary eyes must hurt
But do they hurt from
I thought you promised not to drown everyone again!
Knee deep in glacier sweat.
I did. I won’t.
Says She,
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.
I wake up in the shimmery light
Of the early sun’s sigh.
The rays pour in through the open blinds
Tiny crystals dance and flutter to and fro
Another morning in darling Arizona.
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 Feed They Death
After Philip Levine’s “They Feed They Lion”
Out of fast nation, out of fast mouth, fast food,
Out of bearing arms, selling arms, and trading guns,
The smell of creosote reminds me of the place I live,
but the salt air here reminds me of home.
I see the way people change when they look.
Really look.
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?
The Loch Ness monster of today
Nessie is what she’s called
She is very upset with us
Disappointed in us all
We trashed her Scottish lake
Polluted the air, water, and trees
Mother Earth weeps
Not with sorrow,
With rage.
Her rage is found in
The fire that razed Paradise,
The storm that destroyed San Juan,
Me and the world are holding on to peace like it's 1969
but really though
Like a nation at war we are tied
What a conceptual terror that is
Like a world at peace we are bound
It's funny how
These days
Kids jump into "I love You"s
Like they jump into cold, glistening pools during California Summers
Sitting atop ruins
Covering the rotting past
I have found my own hideaway:
This Hundred Acre Wood.
To call my own.
Yes, it is far
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.
When I realized our Mother is warming
When I saw the polar bears on National Geographic dying
When a man in glasses at the U.N. said time's running low
Wrap your roots around mine
Be my unseen
partner
I am not ashamed to share
life with you
but I know you're shy
Extract me
Honey you bogle me
2,000 miles away
yet
The children run and play in a dark world.
The smoke infiltrates our lungs: fits of coughing interrupt their play.
They play in a dead world, putting on a show for those half-alive.
I'll make a castle out of you,
Walls of bones and love and laughter,
And I'll live forever after,
And you won't even know,
As they sink you in the pit,
As your lungs dry and turn black,
I’ve been addicted to smoking,
since before I was born
The ecstasy of inhalation
I can hardly catch my breath
Call it the curse of the addicted
Unable to stop no no matter how much I may want to
She's been there longer than us
She'll be here long after us
She took us in
And we hurt her
She gave us a place to live
She gave us food to eat
She gave us water to drink
Hello, rainforest
In wet season I write you
While the clouds pour rain
And by the terrain, I sit
I am glad it's very warm
This year is a new approach
To end my part in suffering
No animals will be poached
Passing on the commercial
ravenous shopping blundering
The gifts this year will consist;
the mountains helped her breathe,
and become who she wanted to be.
they guided her on her way,
and watched over her night and day.
to her blooming heart,
the forest was a piece of art.
beat beat beat
maple branches touch my jumper
sneak in to pair of cloth
go straight to breasts
leaves glitter
dog stumbles
woman overlooks
ray spears her chest
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,
We are not from this world
We are not in this world
We are not on this world
We are not of this world
We are the world,
The air in our lungs
Is the air that circuits this planet
You stare at your wretched hands,
Blaming yourself for all the waste you threw into the ocean,
For all the animals you scared away,
And for all the flowers you crushed.
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
Verse I: Tears are rolling down her face, I can’t even begin to contemplate. I sit in the center of a dark room, human actions left me here. In the distance I can hear her calling, tears still rushing down her face.
We admire the reckless beauty
of the overgrown fields,
overrun by explosions of sunshine-yellow blooms
and tall grass, swaying in tune
to the gentle wind,
We admire the reckless beauty
of the overgrown fields,
overrun by explosions of sunshine-yellow blooms
and tall grass, swaying in tune
to the gentle wind,
There's mystery in the depths of the sea.
She is like a second home to me;
It's a place where I want to see miracles and breathe tranquility.
She is the most beautiful of all existence.
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
With great vengeance and furious anger
She will burn you.
Drag us all through the dirt
Until our gashes
Are pustulated mounds
I see the world in its beautyOthers see me in fear
I see the world in its graceOthers see me and sneer
Something calls me outA shriek, a scream, a screech
The sun scorches on the fine, coal-black sand
Sitting there are many birds popping in orange, red, dark periwinkle, and green
This is my cousin’s beautiful and tropical homeland
streaks of color
a droplet / a prism
bold, crazy, rainbow.
the scent
the earth soaked in new sunshine
fresh dew
music
no human can replicate.
the notes
In empty space, we’re forced to roam
The vessel’s engine a high pitched shrill
In search of that which resembles home
As complex as the human genome
I am bursting
life pours forth from every crevice of my being.
I want every sensation
to touch my skin, my mouth, my heart and mind and soul;
The ground seems to break open
To reveal a tower tall
I wonder what would happen
If the tower were to fall
The tower seems quite planted
To the earth on which it stands
Sometimes my brain kicks on overdrive
Running in circles and swirls and lines
Antsy with thoughts I can't place racing by
I can only conclude that I won’t be fine.
One such day I took a walk
The sea salt water masks the scent of decay in this townDo you remember the old days?This decrepit land was once fresh like a newborn baby boy.It grew and grew
A rush of wind Hair swaying in the Autumn skyEyes like sunsetsLook to beautiful scenes ahead
Planet Earth is so vast
And overgeneralized
Like an open world map
In Skyrim
Good thing we have a few terabytes sitting around
As I pass by the local airport, I
Notice the hound lying on the side
Of the street; his eyes are closed as he sleeps.
Synthetic fumes enter into my nostrils,
One being the fumes of the stained dentures,
I yank the cord and the growling begins
A puff of smoke and the metal starts to spin
The green soldiers start to charge it
And are cut, chewed, and spit out of it
I yank the cord and the growling begins
A puff of smoke and the metal starts to spin
The green soldiers start to charge it
And are cut, chewed, and spit out of it
Droplets rippled on the ground,People cowering in fear;There’s no trace of them around,Not during that time of year.
a sky of blackbirds and blue jays
does never cross my mind
as much as deserts and cacti
all be in short supply.
and though i of the sea proclaim
the safety of my heart
As I lie here all around me I see
A whole world of creativity
The Birds, oh how they sing
With their little ones under their wing
My feet sink into nature's soft, luscious carpet.
The blades tickle my toes playfully.
I savor the fresh, sweet smell
And I admire the color, a deep green, like an emerald.
Run forward
While the wind pushes you back.
Raise your hands toward the sky,
Soon you’ll see the stars
That shyly hide behind the clouds.
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
I.
Dear Tesfaye,
I wish you didn’t have to grow up like this.
I wish there was more I could do to help.
You are only four,
still too young to fully understand.
Poverty
Dear human population of planet Earth,
A single raindrop slips from the clouds
plummets through the air
and lands on the windshield
Dear Mother,
You choke on the hot breath of our gas guzzling, air snuffling, motorized genius
Products designed for our own convenience
Greasy, grimy, slippery oil
Seeping into your velvety soil
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.
Do we hold our world in the palm of our hand?
We pretend we are in control,
But all human actions must end.
Water. Air. Wind, Earth, and Fire.
Dear Vegetarians,
I am one of you.
A word that defines 4% of our youth
And only 3% of adults.
A definition that encompasses so much more
A bundle of pieces; gears take over your heart.
No flesh, no bones, just a pile of useless parts.
Every morning, first thing, don't forget to press start.
Otherwise, you are isolated- God forbid you're set apart.
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
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
White sheets lay an adventure through my brainCross minded, open sighted lines puncturing while my existence is indicatedWe are the center of our own worldown universeown fight.
There is an abnormal businessman
Who is a corporate partisan.
He taints all oceans with oil,
Which contaminates the soil.
Afterwards, he is a garbageman.
One
of the most
Significant instances of misogyny
Within our time
Is the disembowelment of the earth.
You would think,
That with our empathic nature
We would be too hesitant
Rain is powerful
And beautiful
That too
It drips down my window,
Dribbling,
Trickling,
Sometimes
Cascading,
“I am dying”,
the Earth whispers to me.
Grass is mistreated
and flowers defeated.
Birds never tweeted
yet humans competed.
We were all becoming
concreted.
Green, dewy sprinkles.
The fracture of the cliffside observes, notices
the wind hunting for the stray seeds of cotton
safely lodged and wedged in its crevices
Soft and gentle, forgotten offspring
Sunbreaks warm stone’s ancient skin
What's out there in the world?
Nature.
There's so much beauty to be discovered,
to be preserved.
It must be kept alive.
To save the world,
to save us-one by one.
Inside summer's chrysallis, water burned.
A pulsating haze scorched the fledgling cornstalks
and slammed into the thick silver mist stemming from the nearby stream.
It called to mind the distant dread of winter,
Summer comes as sweet as the strawberries in the front yard do,
In the full swing of June swelling with intangible flavor.
The plant starts bitter in late April when it is tucked into the soft earth.
We find it lying on the beach:
A lump of scales and fingernails,
An inky trail up from the water
Slithering through the sand
Its eyes open and filmy
As if surprised by the sudden darkness,
This war we're fighting is more important than we know,
It more than simply being 'rebels' or 'feeling the flow'
It's about making a world filled with hope.
It's more than words on page,
Than going through a phase,
My dear old home, how we have wronged you. So
Blinded by green greed, while your green turned grey.
“Their safety is sound” we spoke without woe,
Looking at our world
Growing trash and killing dreams
Will it ever stop?
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
Another gust of wind arises, awakening the silent world.
The trees talk with their rustling ferns communicating with an unknown code.
They speak of fear and plead and pray.
They say this is the land of the free, but how can that be
when the police are shooting black people like me.
Make America Great Again,
America was Great.
America was Great,
January,
The third friday,
The 20th,
America the Great, or so she used to be...
We the people traded in our life and liberty.
We're slaves to media now
surrounded by what other people think,
struggling for independence like a spider in a sink.
Organized Ramblings
A collection of various poems by Kate Emrich
April 29, 2017
Landfills are full
And animal farms are cruel
Oh, what happened to the country I know and love
We are creating a disaster for our children to be a part of
We must stop the factories and start the plantation
America the great,
Have you ever been?
Perhaps one day, but not now.
What are we great in?
We shuffle too large
Behind over-packed bars.
We cannot afford to live
My thoughts are too loud to
not let out,
But I don't
know what to
write about,
the rhymes spout
but they all sound the same,
they fall from
the clouds where
my soul hides,
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
Imagine free-falling from the mountainside to the earth.
Watch the trees die and woods stand still in mourning.
Can you feel that,
the tell-tale heart pitter-pattering with adrenaline?
Or is it nerves,
The trash, I see, like sand on your green grasses
Littered so far, so wide, it’s like the stars in the sky
Do they not see your beauty? Do they not see their cruelty?
I once felt the grass under my feet.
I could feel the vibrancy radiate through me
higher than the skyscrapers covering today’s skies.
America
the "land of the free"
so they say-
but how is this true
to everyone but you
if we restrict those
who enter the
red, white, and blue.
The earth is fragile
america the great,
oh powerful is thee
you strip the land of Habitats,
and chop down all the Trees
your pride is evident
everyone can see
you put your nation’s treasured Bird
She has curves that will take your breath away.
She has peaks that will give you vision.
Time does not exist, when you feel something like this.
She has given me strength to move forward.
Look around, what a beautiful place.
A beautiful place ruined by human trace.
Gone are the dancers who dance with sway and grace.
But now seeing it destroyed is a commonplace.
Seasons
Spring
Sun shining through my window
Green fields of grass like a blanket
Purple flower lost inside of a rainbow
We are all renters here
Living in borrowed space
Here and there, far and near
For the entire human race
There are green trees but buildings right beside them
There is wind but buildings blocking it
There are birds but buildings taking away their homes
Without the buildings there would be
A forest
I am cold.
Freezing even.
Sitting in a cramped desk
wishing
I were not at school.
My stomach stuffed with noodles
"Wake Up Neo.
"The Matrix has you."
Digital Mind Control.
Green codes align with the receptors of our brain.
There was a wood by my house you and I used to meet at.
We would wait until the warmth of the glowing sun had gone
So that you, my first love,
Could wrap your strong, loving, embracing arms around my delicate, tiny body
A person wears a mask as a diguise to entertain or terrify, but that is not always the case. My mask is used to hide from the world. Used to hide the my worries and fears.
It’s cold this time of year
Bitter fights
White frosted hands
and words
School is tiring
Dull and monotonous
It is warm though
You look at me as if I am inhumane
You ponder your thoughts on why I am of use to you
You see me dead in the eye and cut me open
I cannot breathe
I cannot speak
I have no voice
I am not heard.
A year ago, you didn’t realize activism was in your near-future. Now, more than one hundred lives,thousands of gallons of water,and many other natural resourcesare saved each year becauseYou choose not to put animal bodies or their by-products on
Up on the hill in Deer Island Park, a sicamore is felled.
no one attends it's funeral, or wears a black veil in it's honour.
a man used to sleep under that tree, a woman took her children there for picnics.
The silence surrounds,
Tick tock,
Tick tock,
I hear the delicate hands move,
Much like my own,
They drift in movement,
My breathing grows light,
I listen for silence,
A floorboard creaks,
Flashing lights and buzzing sounds
Crowds of people all around
Walking fast with noisy feet
They make an effort to cross the street
Smoke billows up from automobiles
It fills my lungs with ghastly feels
Please don’t make fun of me
When I say I’m a vegan
Because you say you love Fluffy
I am from the neatness
Of clothes tucked away
In folded squares
In chests of drawers
In the cream white room
Where the television
Last year I was lost
No new bridges of opppurtunity being crossed
My life frozen, covered in frost
Then I was enlightened to my true goal
After years I finally uncovered my role
Today is my day.
Though things may not go my way,
From my path of success I will never stray.
I am powerful, fearless, strong.
Each morning that is my chorus, verse, my song.
Walk with me to find a clover,
It times of sun and rain,
Share with me your laughter,
Which echoes down the lane,
Walk with me to find a flower.
The earth, so cold, the people upon it made her that way.She gives and gives and all we do is take.
Plants inhale my exhales.
I inhale their exhales.
The bond between mother nature and man allows for a breath of fresh air.
The Land of Trees
A Place that's quite green.
Filled with lush and so many hearts.
The beauty it offers is a luxury.
Nature is so vast...
there is so much we can do.
But I warn you...
Red, the raven flies
in the northern skies.
Black clouds growl on the horizon,
while the faded orange sun rises in the east,
the shimmering sea is but a sodden patch.
We the (conniving & coy)
We the (sullen & somber)
We the heartaches
the heartbreaks.
Quell the earths quakes
with equivalent exchange
of natural disasters-
When I was in the third grade my teacher asked our class to write down one thing we would want to tell the humans of the future.
Humans are Ignorant;
Illiterate and Inexperienced.
We live in a world Poisoned by Greed.
Read between the lines they said
Sit next to her when she’s lonely they said
Split the cash
But make sure she gets none they said
See through the eyes
What falls in-between
Touch with the tips
And feel the breeze
Taste with the lips
And smell through the pits
The tears I bleed
And what nature relieves
Forest in the hills,stars in the sky,
deer in the meadow,
birds learn to fly.
Animals roam freely,
coyotes in the night,
I am here.
You are here.
We are here.
And here is all we have.
They are here.
They can’t leave.
They have no choice.
And here is all they have.
Christina Rossetti said it best when
She said, “There is no friend like a sister
In calm or stormy weather;” it’s true, I
Think, so sit down and relax, dear list’ner,
As I describe my kind and brave sister.
Live life without hindrance, please sir
It is something taken for granted, all should have
None of us truly do… not even you, do you defer?
Might as well do it now, it is only gonna get worse
Tall oaks rise out of the soil.
Abundant in the golden fall,
they oversee the many
all.
They creak and sway
yet never turn away
from another being.
Humbly they stand
Prancing around Lillies marked the destination of a new place.
Inside of a cave I dropped my bag on concrete steps and sat ontop of a hill from the wooden old house. Washed away by the wind were roses, sunflowers, and rabbits.
All the lights we can not see,
All the music we can not hear,
All the memories we can not remember
Are the shadows of a life unpursued.
Are ripples in a pond with no reflection.
(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,
Snow covers a landscape all too familiar.
Winter’s clutch on suburban Maryland is slowly tightening.
I listen close for just one sound of life,
But nothing can be heard during this lifeless time.
I am the tongue of the flame
I lick and spit
fire embers
that ignite the maim
I am the spark
that starts
the twister
in the dark
I am the change
that you've been
Notes
from plants-
it’s clear now.
Soon, few will know
of the Earth as it once was- bewitching.
I'll fly away again
High in the sky toward migration.
As civilizations increase
Our species continues to weep.
The more land you conquer
Forces more stress
And Less flowers.
He thought the sky was falling,
And i felt it shatter ever day as the sun was setting,
She landed on my eyes, we always fall together
She blushes as the sun is put to rest,
I sat amongst the weeds and felt
their stalks twist against the wind into
my torso and catch on the invisible hairs
of my arms, a push and pull in time
with the rhythm of the blanket beating
The trees are Spartan spears,
Authority and valor pierce the Horizon—
They stand dense and hold light and Fog.
They do not bend for you and me, they never have.
They do not bestow Grace or Mercy
Deep in a forest
Where the wind blows
Lives the grass,
the trees and grow.
They strive off of life
And they know what is right
Here is where the wind blows
And the trees and grass grow.
A critique of Canadian Prime Minister Stephen Harper's environmental policies.
Red and Blue holding hands,
locked together in nature's bands.
A girl’s color, some say,
boys should not have a purple bedroom where to play,
like a 60's kid, hair billowing and leather vests with fringe,
A world so empty
A tree
all alone
grown by a young boy.
Who planted it
A makeshift effort is put into careless hands,
And toxic vapors fumigate the air into poison,
Secretes the venom gently above the earth,
Without these filters
I
Am
Human.
The pain that I feel
Emotional or physical
Is real
The laughter I have
I wish you could see
What I see
Everything is where
It’s supposed to be
We are creatures of habit
Of vanity and destruction
Shades of black collide above, jostling each other
Lines of stars bright and white, so vividly wild.
Wind sheathing our bodies with every gust,
Black leaves cascading downward into a dark swirl.
As the government cleans itself, it sees what is outside itself as more dirty.
Oh how rarely
Do we breathe so very deeply
That the depths of our souls
Are revitalized.
The leaves slowling falling down
So many leaves on the ground
Branches swaying back and fourth
The wind moves them and makes them free
The trees look so alive
They move and they breathe
Thoughts unhinderedTravel spry, in the form of prose,Observation won't ceasewhen the world slows.
Where the air flows fresh and crisp
And life radiates shades of green
And orange and red and colors
That run deeper than the scars
Of the Earth;
Where the grasp of man halts,
Giving way to nature,
Ah, behold the beauty of the world...
The great protectors of the forest...
Fall!
by the hand of man
The great oceans of the world...
Poisoned!
by the hand of man
Green sap oozing
from great gashes
in trees
into
paper, furniture, and houses
all for human needs
like the great stashes of black oil
oozing....
into
lakes, rivers, and streams
I grew up in a world,
el mundo,
le monde,
of seven billion people.
Everyday this number grows and grows
and trust me it shows and shows.
From the depleted renewable resources,
Beautiful is the Earth!
Though not all things are mirth,
Every small thing has worth.
A yellow star presides;
A white moon touches tides;
A twinkling star abides.
A man may have a solid build.
Perhaps his hair’s softer than fleece.
Thick arms might lift a girl with ease.
Maybe his eyes with warmth are filled.
Some men stand with a solid stance.
Your beauty surpasses that of women,
Though poets compare their features to you.
Soft hill’s curves are better to examine,
Long hairs are pretty but long streams are true,
A flower now blooms,
The soft green grass waxes tall,
A tree gains a ring.
The clouds become sparse.
So, too, is water now scarce,
And plants droop slowly.
Fool: careless human
Listen! I am between the sidewalk cracks
Listen! Here under asphalt bought with tax
Listen! To city trees with smog their ax
Hear my healing voice and have hope again
Red plastic cups are every party’s necessity
Without them it would just be a gathering
The products in mass for a fraternity raid
But do you even know how they degrade?
Plates made of Styrofoam
Let your fingers explore the wonderful
crevices of the globe, sitting aside pen holders,
paper cups, things made of the earth. Your fingertips
smile at the notion that they can “see”
I am an open space
Vast, Lush, Deep, Dark, or Green
A million words can describe my being
Though the only true one is "Dead"
No walls may confine me
I am viturally free
The wonderful trees
And the beautiful bees
Are part of our Exciting Earth.
How is the divine so wretched?
Broken people fill the streets with agony and anguish
Treading through the streets as just a method to only exist
However, how can I exist without you?
To me, they were all sea-glass and Midsummer morning
Seraphic choir song that would whisper words of sweet serenity
The environment is fragile,
And we're on the gradual
decline and in the stare of mind were losing the battle
we are going down instead of up,
so how are we going to shape up?
I took a walk into the trees,
Alone and without fear.
The wind whistled through leaves,
A song that was just for me.
The tree laughs
Children play below
On a hot summer day so slow
The tree is shade
And the tree likes offering aid
The tree smiles
A couple look deeply into each other's souls
It’s tempting,
to gaze upon the night sky
and see only crisp starlight, juxtaposed
with a firm sheet of outer space.
But most would know that soon,
The candle flame burns too hot. The flickering of its wic dances in the over heated breeze. This breeze offers no respite from the smoldering need.
I prize my gift from the sun,
the smooth ebony blanket
that trails in my path.
It bears the token of my progress,
like a toll booth of past endowments,
always full of unanswered prayer.
no soul in east williamsburg
thinking about something other than walk my baby to school today,
pour me a cup of iced coffee and put the lid on,
someone spare me some change for a metrocard,
The sun wakes the neighborhood, bouncing off the black shingled rooftops.
I close my eyes.
Inhale.
And start my descent down the paved hill from my doorway.
Humans are playing again
They claim to do work
Yet they kill her
Protest have been made
Yet she is ignored
Her fragile state
Is announced world wide
I just want to help everybody
Save the world
But at times it gets overwhelming;
Frost thinks the world will end with ice,Or maybe heat and flames.I think the world will end with us,Mother Gaia would be ashamed.
You took my home
My trees
My life
You rolled in with those big machines
All loud and bright
I am small
I instantly fill with fright at the sight before me
Conservationist. Tree Hugger. Environmentalist
Labels given to those who care
Who see how people are not the only ones alive on this planet and know that this planet will only stay alive if people change
Sunny
Happy smile
Always love my masters
Just waiting a hug
Suddenly a big stick coming through
Lend an ear and lend a hand
The frogs are all in such demand!
They clean our water and eat bad bugs
And give us clues for medical drugs.
Their state of health can tell us a lot
Heavy sunshine sets the leaves aflame
Until, by and by, it doth remain.
But then it cools and remains no more
Trees,
A thousand years old,
Touched by a thousand hands,
Fingers trailing softly over rough bark.
Trees,
A thousand feet high,
Home to a thousand birds,
The hangdog drops, they plunge in pure
For fifty feet or so at least,
And plummet to their deaths insured
As they themselves become decreased,
Destruction thus secured.
In the rainforest it’s loud;
everything makes a sound
Every drip and drop
is heard, as the rain drops plop
on emerald leaves.
The beatles weave,
while the monkeys leap.
Sakura, sakura,
Dancing in the wind,
Decorating the streets.
Lovely petals and old history,
Stay here forever,
Coloring the country.
Soft snow,
Falling innocently.
Whitness, quietness.
Without a care,
Fall wherever you like.
The woods were encumbering in the sunrise.
My gut wrenched with uncertainty of the buzzing feeling
atop my forehead.
A little green creature rested in the nests of my tousled hair,
Many noises. Many distractions. So I keep flowing on.
The land is beautiful. I am calm here with the soft whisper of silence singing strong.
I try to hold on. But the noise and the screams, they flourish along.
Exploded from nothing, just children of the stars
All of a sudden, these little starts started to bloom.
Little did we know, that we were our own doom.
Can you feel it?
The mist in the air
And the rain in your hair
As concepts become a blur
And deception is more.
While humming birds destroy
The wind whips me, yet I don't fall.The rain rolls down my back.Thousands of my twins stand tall.Together we stand and will not crack.
What are we?
what are we but a mere two specks on a world of seven billion?
what is our world but an average-sized sphere amongst a limit of spheres to which we know no bound?
If a child throws a fit in the store,
If a man drinks, drives, and wrecks,
If the rainforests are being depleted,
You belong in a home with locks on all the windows attached to a chair being spoon fed with therapy and pills that hold your sanity.You know all to well that your head is more of a prison than this cell.
Initially I was a Marketing Major
Set up to learn in the prestigious
Isenberg School of Management
Where I would become an aspiring businesswoman
Where I would first change physically
I love beautiful Blue Birds
Beautiful birds
Beautiful peddles
Different flowers every where
Roses are Beautiful
Wind is sometimes calm
The wind is sometimes very cold
A dying tree makes me weep.How beautiful it once was,how it will never be again.It’s branches no longer bend.It longs for sleepas Spring brings ever-closerits impending end.
I wash the dishes with phosphates
And they go outside, down the drain.
They land in rivers with
that now have chemicals in their gills.
I water the flowers with oil
that leaks from my car.
Leaves fall from a Tree,
Landing on the lifeless Earth,
Life leaves its Branches.
Life once created a soul
with mighty dreams and hopes
Yet it only took a man
to destroy it
Poison drips from my lips,
I slowly drip my head back as I drink.
Slowly I wait.
Shouldn’t it have worked by now?
The way I see it
Everything kills.
Everyone dies for one reason or another.
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
The road almost meets the skyas I drive my tiny green caracross the bridge.
Its like I can imagine my car fallingoff into the oblivion belowthe bridge, at least from thesight I see.
Inertia is a lie
Somewhere along the way
our feet lost touch with the bare earth
and now our roots have shriveled up
and now our roots are homeless
If rebirth was an option, or reincarnation a possibility... I would be scared to be a human again.
There is a war waging on this world.
It is waged by every country, every boy and girl.
Every stream, every ocean feels the war’s pain.
And water fights back with acid rain.
The world has turned its face from the Sun,
And I don't know if it will turn again.
In the dark black I stumbled over the Earth crying-confused
Roadburn on my knees, gravel imprints in my gray-pink palms
I breathe the shade beneath your morelsBathe in the pockets of your capFilled with the glistening dew that stems from the canopy above usI reach through the soilGrasp tight to the feldspar within the crust
Who shall fly towards the mineral soil?
Who ought to fade when the flakes lighten the grass?
Who must revisit the ocean sky to accompany the blossoms?
I would comb the beaches
of garbage--sca-tter--ed trash,
collect the refuse like we once collected seashells
as the waves crash.
And scrub off the chemicals
If I could change the world
I'd change the way we live today
Change the way we think
And change the way we perceive
If I could change the world
I'd fly around a mountain high
Earth is such a wonderful place to live,
It is such a shame humanity takes yet fails to give.
The consistency of life continues to unfurl,
The ignorance of mankind will end the world.
The Earth is like a caterpillar,
unchanged but ready to grow.
Earth's history is quite the filler,
I close my eyes.
I want to see
The canopy of oaks
Dancing together
Swaying
Their mossy branches
Back and forth
To their natural rhythm
I want to smell
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
The ocean sprays my face; it enchants me.
A sea of icy blue, it haunts my mind.
It is the giver of life. It will be,
what it will be. What a treasure to find.
The forest is mighty with branches strong,
I dream in Green
I dream in shades of emerald and jade
I dream in trees
In plants, in mountains
And sea
What do you want to be when you grow up?
When we are young
We don’t think much of the answer
It is too far away-
I stretch my span of wing, in the air once again
My senses are heightened, carefully I listen;
Silence.
I fly over forest, why is the green so thin?
Some say she was born millions ago,
Others say hundreds.
She's here now.
We treat her like we're teens,
We don't clean our room.
We kill her children,
Lo matamos cuando quiere cariño.
Why change the Outer
You can improve your Inner
Find Beauty in Everything
Sharp eyes and Wet nose
Animals-Innocence
They, the Ideal Beauty
Beauty is Within
We survive in a world of consumption
No compassion for the surrounding
How can we agree that we even live
A child of the spring,
just like me,
we grew together.
With each passing year,
1, 2, 3,
I came to know you.
On every birthday
I could see
how we had changed,
and I loved how
Never again will we see another day,
Since we all have to play the game,
To near waters filled with oil,
What has become of us when we all dry and boil?
Never again will we live to breathe,
So
I live in beautiful, sunny Honolulu, Hawaii
Pristine beaches and year-round summer weather
Right?
True
For the most part.
I walk to school every morning, 10 AM
I dream of a world where children grow
Where parents teach, where parents know
Where the earth doesn't hang on by a thread
Where I don't have to sit and shake my head
If you would only listen to their pleads
My escape, my comfort, the beautiful blue sea.
When I was young, I came to you constantly.
We were the best of friends when the sun shined brighter.
You kept me cool from all the extreme heat.
So much beauty everywhere
It is winter melting into spring
The cars, bikes, and trains
Make music outside my city window
It is gray now
Fluctuating between waves of warmth
And bitter, biting cold
If trees could speak, they’d scream.
Their brethren die for the business man
And with them, everything.
The world is slowly turning
From green to gray --
From leaves to metal,
clickclickclickclick
goes the key board as i sip my morning tea.
Spiling, gushing ,spewng my deepest trauma and heatache.
My therapy, your guilty pleasure.
The best job, if you ask me, is that of a writer.
o1.
bandaids for the earth
where she’s splitting at the seam
and soft butterfly kisses
o2.
flower crowns for every head
turned down, make lonely corners
If I were Almighty,
A Universal Clockmaker,
A Divine Puppet Master,
Pulling the stings of the world behind the scenes,
Through the trees
I see
the world changing,
the slash-and-burn rhythm
of the falling grass
and the burning weeds.
Through the window
I see
the world changing,
Today and Tomorrow Not the same now Its like two sides of a coin Heaven and Hell i supposeToday's ride homeTomorrow's pollution stormYet no one seems to botherunless its the order
We waste time
We taste smoke outside
We don’t care
We don’t share
We are so focused on our miniscule lives
That we don’t stop to admire the scene around us
There are miracles in this world
there were pretty daises
but the lights are all gone
the sun’s on vacation
the stars have seen a galaxy
far more beautiful than ours
they’ve gone on a journey
the light bulbs have burst
Plastic waste collects
Landfill, a deluge of trash
Air thick with our faults
It is quite simple
Recycle to fix our mess
Give the Earth a hug.
I once was
A girl caged in lonliness; living nightmare
The devil on my back
Crawled in my head
Living things,
All around,
In the beginning,
There were many that basked underneath a clear sky,
But the present holds something different,
The sky isn't as blue as it was once before.
I've gotten so used to the rain that I hardly feel it anymore
It's liek a friend giving sweet, sweet caresses
Letting me know everything is all right
The cobble stone sidewalks that trip me on my walk remind me
Wrapped in a blanket I still shiver,
And my hands freeze as I type in the snowy bright light,
My head against the window pane.
I wonder what it feels like to feel anything
But paralyzing frustration.
People dedicating themselves wholly to an ideal
Accepting a way of life that is almost surreal
Submitting their transient needs for something greater
Solving problems on coffee, feeling like a martyr
Where is the love in this world so cold?
Has compassion died off with those who are old?
Has the ghost of the heart flown away?
Softly, the leaves whisper,
As they move aside to let the wind pass.
Obligingly the water parts,
To allow a magnificent swan to dive into the deep.
Meanwhile, a tiny frog hops across the leaves.
Bridges tumble before our eyesOur foundation giving wayAnd all that we cherishedIt’s been falling apart for a while
Bridges tumble before our eyesOur foundation giving wayAnd all that we cherishedIt’s been falling apart for a while
The fabric, so obviously visible.
We, oblivious to its vital importance,
to sustain civilization,
are ignoring the fabric of information.
The institutions gather us,
learning to weave, stitch, and sow:
The sweet sound of birds singing through the leaves
the wind innocently plays tag around the trees.
The soothing sound as water travels downstream,
or silently rests clear and serene.
We preach peace, yet declare war.
We want to end world hunger, yet we toss food on the daily.
We want to attain the best education, yet we are charged more than we can afford.
Oh beautiful Mother,
with limbs branched outward,
rustling the voice
of your brother the wind.
I feel the sun's warm rays kissing my skinThe soft breeze caressing meColors swirl and dance aboutSoft yellows blend with deep greensOcean blue becomes soft jasmine
Education is the way to go
They say the more we learn the more we earn
Go to school get good grades and one day it will pay.
Read them books and write them essays
Answer the questions and pass the exams.
I find myself sitting on the steep dirt bank of Deer Creek in Maryland.
I am located within the Susquehanna State Park.
This creek empties into the Chesapeake Bay.
This is where I grew up.
I'm crying in my crib and I reach to feel your warmth that radiates the most when I need it.
Mom Come pick me up.
Reduce;
Because, let's face it, we've gotten all too big.
The Earth is huge
but we make a difference,
we're making her sick.
Reuse;
Because sometimes our trash isn't trash,
Fluorescence Censorship vacation from conscience
Forgettable destruction we live infinitely
No essence
on an island of plastic
Living through dead matter searching for enchantment
Love is fleeting, we buy more
Infantry of a corner clique's imagery
Imitates actual industry.
Instead it’s often in-the-street,
Marketing products with a PRE-
Caution, 'cause cops will cripple thee
Business. They call it criminally
The pain begins to kick in.
The never ending pounding,
The drums beat inside my head.
Trembling, the room spins,
Sipping the vodka in my glass,
I'm drowning.
My liver screams
They say global warming is a hoaxI say... "thats insanely wack"I am sitting here, trying to convince you allTrying to get you join my one man wolfpack
The aquatic garden, when seen from space, is vast, mystical, and blue
It has many unique, sea creatures living in it too
Some burrow, some float, some dart from side to side
I hate the crowd, the wrong crowd
That keeps me in,
I'm drowning now.
And there's no hope
No lovely hope
To keep me safe, to keep me sound.
I fall too easy, and I can't swim
Dont be mad when winters are warmer
Remember that bottle you tossed out the window
Dont be mad when Florida's no longer there
Remember the gas you burned going last year
Dont be mad when its always flooding
Don't you realize what you're doing?
This pot of disaster you're brewing?
We make scientific advances with new toxins
and decided to proceed commercial use without caution.
The trees see it all.
They live life long.
And the leaves fall.
A little boy will crawl.
Cans in plastic bags
Bags in scrapheap
This planet sags
Sags from weeping
We made the earth a garbage can
Don't let it become a wasteland
Look outside.
Do you see it?
The Crumbling World.
The air turning wiked, scheming to suffocate our lungs.
Bodies of water regurgitating our filth.
The Crumbling World.
The wildlife is gone, there is no sound/
The Planet is dying, polution in the ground/
No one seems to care/
What will they think, when there is no air/
No oxygen to breath/
Garbage contaminating the sea/
I am confronted by all their faces.
The faces that say please love me
In place of my owner who is an absentee.
So, here I am, giving out warm embraces.
I wish my work was enough,
I'd like to take a second, Only a second out of your day. Please, listen. What do you say? Rushing, running, racing. Always in a hurry, almost like a chase. Not caring about others, or taking in the Earthly surroundings in your face.
I divide from my roots with the pierce of a razor.
Cleaving a meat fringe, wings endless, pine needles rolling off bark skin, detaches my figure from nature.
The lion runs over the sun-bathed plains,
Into the mountains where it rains.
No longer a lion, but a goat,
It treks up high, and then shakes its coat.
Fur turns into feathers; it is now an eagle in the sky.
Birds harmonize in nearby trees;
A helicopter flies overhead, beating the air with its wings;
A motor works to keep the humans inside cool,
While humans driving cars burn deadly fuel;
Can one change the 6,999,999,999?No. But they can change a few.And those few can change multitudes.Through those multitudes the world can hear.They can hear the simple dream of a small voice.The simple dream filled with strong passions. They can
someone
punctured the
atmosphere’s lung
you know what came out?
the stench of
scorched hot dogs
In a place for me to call my own
A stationary mass moves through.
Quickly rotating without knowledge;
I stay still.
Fairy World
By Emma Doyon
A fairy,
Caught in between our world,
and hers
She dance’s between
life and death
Surrendering herself
to all possibilities
Born in her nurturing arms
Cradle to death and back again,
She held out her helping hands
As a sanctuary for all her children,
A butterfly
Drifting and floating.
Knowing, it only lives for a month.
It drifts flower to flower,
landing on every one.
Soaking them in.
Spreading their genetics,
so they make more flowers.
I walk into the class, Room nine
and all I see are boys behinds
I wish they would take school more serious
cause what they're doing is delerious
"I Sting as hard as a Bumblebee"
"But i'm gracefull as a Dove"
"You can not defeat me!"
"No sir-we I might be just a cub"
"With all my might i put up such a fight!"
"You can't defeat me"
You live, you die, you laugh, you cry
That is how life goes, but i wonder why
Some say it is like a roller coaster
It takes you to your highs and lows
Others say it is like a journey
Soft, fluffy, white. / I cannot reach. / One day I might. / Anything, everything, all. / They're what you wish. / They let you fall into the soft blankets of peace. / Breathe, smile, let go. / Dare to imagine. / They'll put on a show.
Golden air of mountain,The Trees glow with the sunset light,They sing their own goodnights. Though not a last goodbye,From stream to mountain they sign on high,In air, their children fly. And the moon’s sweet whiteness,Will struggle with the sunse
Water you are life.
You flow through Earth's veins,
Transport us to the vast unknown,
Whiten the cold, frozen ground and
Darken the sky and let out a cry.
Earth, prisoner on watery shores.
Concrete wasn’t always made so harsh and solid
In fact it was mostly straw
When I walk without my shoes on
It rubs my poor feet raw
Us humans; our mind: so strong, so alive,
Usurper of Nature, the law, to survive.
A hundred more years or a hundred more lives,
But what does it matter if humans still thrive?
Fault of Destiny
As a female it is destine to endure the pain of feminism. The
curiosity of Eve will forever haunt the innocent. A normal female
the Girl with the Red Hair, the scowled lips the Pretentious curl,The sun's grace, but as fierce as snake venom.Tongue made of butterfly wings and unspoken dreams. I watch from afar,
What is that tiny speck of dirtIn the distance?That tiny, microscopic,Beautiful speck of dirt
I watch the world with saddened eyesWhat mother nature must think of usThis once beautiful blue planetNow covered in trash and dust
To clutch at her fingers, would do little to hold
A heart irreparably scorned, a bitter black cold
A deaf ear, a blind eye, she turns to screaming faces
Facing what they have done, Mother screams a bloody ode oh
I know how much she holds
In the palm of her green hand
Why they seem to spite her
She will never understand
Her tired eyes watch as they scratch at her knees
More is what they want
The wind in the willow the will o' the wisp
A treehouse down where I used to live
Up in the willow the willow that weeps
Outside the orchard my maple held me
Waiting outside, day in day out, from the morning's beginning, till past the ninth inning.
Crowded before work, people listen, read, write and wait...
Persistent patience while the rain's delaying.
Listen to this story
Of a land forward in time,
Where a polar bear lives
The last of his kind.
He would wonder
To and fro,
And think what if
Humans didn’t let global warming grow?
Up on the polar ice,
A family looms.
Their beautiful snowy coats
Glistening
In the small sunlight left.
Soon the icy winter
Will pull through.
The cubs snuggle
How should one describe the world?
Is it a dandy place with clouds and swirls?
Perhaps that's what children would say.
But adults know there's bills to pay.
We all say we should go green.
The power of nature arose, spreading through the earth,
Surrounded closely by blades of grass. The mammals froze ready
to protect. Flowing to the brick hard road. Bearing moss green,
I can’t figure this out.
Do we change throughout life?
Or
one person the day we were born,
And the same when we depart?
Take colors.
The day you were born
You were red.
Slowly, quietly she encroaches on the humming of life
Inconspicuously she blankets miles upon miles of all types of land with simply a paintbrush in her hand
She cannot be stopped
Many a sparrow sounds the alarm for a new dawn
Many an eye opens, then close in irritation
Refusing to appreciate the song of the morning
Many a flower blooms; the evaporating dew
Creates an aroma; a natural perfume
For hundreds of years blacks have died by whips and chains
Its' 2013 and blacks are still dying over whips and chains.
Our heroes fought to make a change
So why should'nt the new generation do the same
Growing older, growing taller,Watching all the people prosper.At that point I saw that cityFlourish under browning branches.
Her being is in the air we breathe in.
She is in the cerulean oceans.
She is everything that is and has been.
Her calm sunsets stir up deep emotions.
Her mountains soar up to heavenly heights,
I write for the world.
Its skies of blue stretching uniqueness across the planet
Revealing its luster and foliage for all the universe to see
Looking for a warning sign
Amidst Earth’s complex design
Light little plastic bags
Jellyfish to the turtles with our tags
Our pistons out on an ego trip
Guzzling so fast, we need an IV drip
We watched
As timid little cities
Filled their bellies
Full of brown and coal black
The air, a muddled mess
The bees, on verge of collapse
The fish, caught in the wires we spun…
Earth, she withstands our torment
She knows all, yet she keeps all
She lives and breathes with us
She moves alongside us
She is the breath of life
And the harbinger of death
Mother Earth is bleeding
This I saw on a February day:
Fluttering of wings in the tears of the sky,
Slumped arms of a cheerless Camphor tree,
There comes a time when we all hold a responsibility
For what the world is and what it could be
But we often get trapped in our own reality
Concerned only with the well-being of our families
The shop doors open
And the signs are turned,
Every person, ready
to strike a deal.
Market street, dressed in wares of others' vision's
Flowers, dresses, hats, grocers goods.
The buzzing sounds of machines
overwhelm our power of sound,
mainstream rhythm is concealed.
Birds that beautifully chirp, chirp, chirp
Scowling eyes filled with growing tears,
which bleed and shed their seething fears.
A land once ruled by natural laws,
soon crumbled under political claws.
These eyes, they see what is now disowned,
Before words,
Poetry was what I saw,
Outside my window.
Swallows swooping from,
Spittle-caked nests.
Bobcats bounding among,
Look! right there , yes..everywhere.
INJUSTICE , i cry INJUSTICE !
tears, it's not fair
we are poor , wheres our hope?
the world is crumbling
everything is dying.
What happened to our beautiful trees?
Look outside.
What do you see?
Have you ever realized how special every componet of this earth really is?
I bet you haven't.
Is the grass a lovely spring green?
Or is it brownish like a decaying log?
Where will we be
When teh Skys turn black
and everything we see
turns to attack.
There is no turning back.
The waters will rise
as the lands fall.
Birds cease to fly.
Started out small,
I did.
Now i have grown
Arms
Into the sky
Feet
Into the ground
From Mother,
we came;
Takes care of us,
she does
Small furry things
A meager rift in the atmosphere
One, maybe two degrees
You sense its mood is changing
Unsettling
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,
I love the way the grass dances as the wind blows,
The way the trees sway,
And the howl of the wind.
The sky is baby blue with fluffy, scattered white clouds.
A chill creeps up my spine.
Jump, splash, plop.
A calm peaceful pond,
Little frogs swimming around,
Exploring the wondrous beauty.
He covered his mouth to hush
the panting breaths he took.
Leaning his bare back against
the shed, he re-formed his hand
and placed a finger to his lips, asking
a nearby rooster not to give away his position.
The many drops of rain
Each splash forms a tiny circle
Call that the spiral of human livelihood
It expands so vastly with extreme celerity
It's as if it expanded to the point
Gas prices are too high
College tuition isn’t even affordable
Layoffs and cut backs are expected and even looked forward to
What has the world come to?
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Walking in the woods and looking down
On the ground and around
And finding remnants of the past
And wondering what happened to those who used to call this place home.
People are animals.
We, once domesticated creatures, now are on a destructive regressive path.
We are ending our own world.
We are cracking our mother's heart with the pollution of our industries.
Standing still,
eyes planted on the framed piece before me.
Canary yellow, alive like a dandelion takes me back
to the two room house on Spaghetti Hill.
Red, as deep as blood that flows through our veins,
Trees fall and the wind blows
Dead cigarettes fall as the smoke blows
Alienated trash with nowhere to go
The world wanders with nowhere go
On the beat, on the beat
The only sound's the pounding feet
Of people jumping on the stage,
Dancing the story of our age,
Of all the humans in their cage
The dancers free their pounding rage.
The world's an ignorant factory, the rich bought the winning hand
The middle class distraught, the poor blamed more than not
The government explaining that it is simply supply and demand
Gazing into the bowels of the beast known as Boomtown
I watch as its victims succumb to the temptations
The depravations
The unending depreciation
Of small-town America
All sparked by a foul-smelling black fuel.
Snow in April,
May,
and June
Plus heat that rises
past July
There are way too many
funky colors
filling the sky.
Smoke and smog,
Gas and ash.
People are destroying our world
The work of the hands was obsolete they say,
Trying to cure the weed-ridden turf,
But they forgot about my father today,
His knees crack with effort in the dirt,
Grass heads tickle against forgiving sun-rays.
Soil Provides A Solid Stage
Rocks Are The Props
The Sun Provides A Spotlight
Wind Whistling A Gentle Tune
River Flows In Peaceful Melody
Rain Sings A Happy Song
Grass Swaying In Gentle Rhythm
Somehow, she holds
a delicate balance in the air.
Not graceful—
she tips as if filled
with sloshing, sweet water—
but she stays above the dirt
until she's found her niche
Dust drifts down, and for a moment, it resembles the dance of white snow.
Caused by a large boom, the dust falls and crashes into the top of houses, trees, and people.
Some dust lingers in the air and shrouds everything in sight.
She gives me shelter and food
And cares for the ones I love
Everything I have is from her
So I dump cyanide in her well
Rip shingles off her roof
Trample her garden
Why?
Because I can
The Pieces are taken from the earth
and manipulated into something unnatural
The synthetic product drinks a Piece
of the earth; the earth’s poison.
In the summer, I dreamt of Styrofoam cups raining in my sleep.
I’d wake under my sheets, buried under the humidity.
Nervously, I would speak:
I am still here I would say in the dark
No one ever answered,
Decimated by mother nature's lack of repentance,
a pallid environment ensures,
men wizened to the bone-
their loved ones calling for their souls
and becoming seemingly ethereal
We find beauty in things untouched
The remaining virginity of nature mesmerizes
But in an attempt to grasp it
It is tortured by the hands of the ignorant
The greedy, the unsatisfied
A child-like mind
I fall for you like shooting stars
As you become my night sky
I rise for you like the golden sun
For you are the horizon in which I rise
I fly free
Because you are everything around me
The rootless trees are clustered together
They search for everything, except the roots they need to survive.
The windswept trees cannot stand long without each other.
They are blown around by the winds.
The trees, hid her from everyone around
The water, flowed beneath her tiny feet
For nothing more beautiful could astound
Like the pleasant river beyond the street,
“No. No. No. We are not like the other cells
We are sophisticated and superior, living in houses and hotels
No drinking via osmosis, but pull water from wells
And we are called to worship God by the church bells”
In this world of thorns and roses
Deception creates reality's balance
Here lies a cup stemmed from overflowing greed
Rather cage the bird than watch it fly.
Oh ruined labyrinth, your stone walls do evict our Grass.
The days of labor and loathing seep into the roots of life!
The Sky, she cries with her soul tainted from the waste of men,
Pearls of drops are ours to count
As graceful as they fall,
So as to, later, try to mount
The throne of pride o'er all.
Tall, towering, majestic, grand. Clear, rushing, vibrant, pure. Alive, frolicking, happy, free. This is the way. This is the way the trees were. This is the way the water was. This is the way the animals were.
I remember the gently blowing wind in my youth that shook the trees. I remember the soft, gentle flower petals fall from the trees and land in my palm. The passing street cars zooming right on by.
Blue skies reside in photographs,
predating sprawled luxury -
untainted tips of childish thought
with straight priorities.
I know a place where all is still
It's by a lake behind a hill
And though to find, it's quite a trek
It's a lighthouse when you're about to wreck
Hey, hey, hey little flower
Pink with joy warmer than candle sticks
Arrayed with so much splendor
Ah, yes; I see the things God can give
You're always on my way out
How someone can be allergic to you deceives me
As she rests her warm head on the reserved meadow I wait.
As she descends I look ahead, waiting for you,
Your imperfections, your craters that comfort me so tightly,
As she descends I wait.
Skies stricken with the zephyrs of despair,
Sun gleaming on gears of salvation,
Nature may have something to spare;
Then there would be glorified escalation.
Global warming is not real.
People lie when they say that
The North and South poles are melting,
Arctic animals are dying,
The weather is changing,
We are in danger.
Nobody knows the truth.
Look around
Tell me what you see
It’s easy when it’s staring back at me
May be foreign to the newest eyes
Always pure behind the tallest disguise
Let no fancy cloud your doubt
It’s there, it’s there, shout
Nonchalantly, I watch mother earth’s face erode
as her acid tears stream down her face
she silently wonders what ever happened to this place
this earth we call our home
is nothing but waste upon buildings of chrome
Here it comes,
the summer breeze,
over the mountains
and through the trees,
Down in the valley,
birds take wing,
ascending slowly,
and begin to sing.
I hike on concrete
toward concrete sky
My oppressors are as easy as nectar
from the mouths of flowers named in Latin
In the clouds I see insincere rabbits
and jagged dragons
At break of day, the sun
slices through purple
darkness of night
illuminating sincere faces
of mountain’s cliffs.
Rainbows shimmer
like mother of pearl
through mist hanging on
The moon came with a whisper. Not until it rose high above did he realize the reason he couldn't rightly see his feet was because it had become night time.
The tall prairie grass sways, almost as if it’s dancing, in the breeze.
The same light breathe of air blows over your skin, wrapping you in its embrace.
The bright, shinning sun watches over you in its bed of pure blue.
The Mother Earth that once throbbed with life
Is falling into the abyss of death.
It is the human and animal strife
Which contracts and compresses nature's breath.
When will we learn?
When will we cry?
We’re letting our planet burn,
We’re letting it die.
Nature’s balance has been upset,
Who’s to blame?
Who carries the regret,
For setting our world aflame?
I feel lost
Like a tree in a city
10 feet from my closest friend
But only able to say she’s pretty
And I can see the people walking by
Vast areas flocked with
Soldiers of Green.
Great pools caked with
Kings of Blue.
Endless gates accentuated with
Givers of Clear.
Hold your color!
Hold you bearings!
Hold that which created you!
It is the season of sleeping late
while dreaming of red-orange trees
shuddering in the evening breeze.
These are the short days
when the thirst for warmth suborns desire
and Eros kisses summer love goodnight.
Where leaves are green and trees are tall,
Where water roars and eagles call,
Where night will come and silence fall,
There I wish to be.
A place where deer and wolf run free,
The trees
webbed together
in a mesh of branches and
unfallen sticks
A beautiful collage of things
as spider web of chaos
in natural canopy
but squirrels and chainsaws
the masters
A Saguaro was killed in the street today,
I wept as each car ran it over
Poor thing it didn’t get to see a hundred
A flower never bloomed on its green spiked scalp.
Always in constant wonder of everything
But especially
The sun, the sun, the sun
Bright, warm, fantastic, beautiful
Few words can describe the feeling it gives me
It fills my heart, my mind, my body
The sun in the day,
the moon at night,
a sky littered with stars and
clouds they hide behind.
The trees, so tall,
with leaves on their branches,
which change their color and fall as summer passes.
Tracing envious combinations
up dripping castles,
magnified to
become the object
of shifting poles.
Wind grazing lazy
whitecaps among
the visions,
memories, smooth
deep red river stones.
Child, so humble, so innocent
Sun-kissed by golden streaks of warmth,
Ray's gift of beauty to us.
Hush, listen, for on summer days
Like these, you can hear the wind
Whispering secrets, tales of creation.
There is a sun in the sky
Or sometimes the moon
Either way
I’m not looking
At that
There is a river
It flows to the house
That sits on a hill
That flowers surround
But I’m not looking
