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The murder of trees
The axe whacks,
The saw cuts,
The trees bleed green blood,
The "Timber!" call,
Trees fall,
The earth sings the saddest song,
The ground feels the dying roots,
When will we see the awful truth,
Corporations make a dollar or two,
Deforestation is killing the world...
The saw cuts,
The trees bleed green blood,
The "Timber!" call,
Trees fall,
The earth sings the saddest song,
The ground feels the dying roots,
When will we see the awful truth,
Corporations make a dollar or two,
Deforestation is killing the world...
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Posted: Feb 2014
About this poem:
Its sad
A cave and the unlikely society
Beneath the shelter of the trees hides a cave that lies in the shade.
From the outside, it seems like a place where darkness never fades.
My plight of fear is wounded by the curiosity’s might.
I venture in with a needless care as if something in there issued me a dare.
The cave is dark like night with lots of things to be seen with light.
From the flames of a torch I could see bats and plants hanging on wall.
At my feet, scurrying on the floor are creatures big and small.
In the life without light, their incessant labors can be seen.
A society divided by a hierarchy where the bottom thrives in a pile of humus.
Ironically, there is no fuss, no resentment of place or any disgust.
They looked beyond individuality and choose unity.
Why couldn’t my world be like this?
From the outside, it seems like a place where darkness never fades.
My plight of fear is wounded by the curiosity’s might.
I venture in with a needless care as if something in there issued me a dare.
The cave is dark like night with lots of things to be seen with light.
From the flames of a torch I could see bats and plants hanging on wall.
At my feet, scurrying on the floor are creatures big and small.
In the life without light, their incessant labors can be seen.
A society divided by a hierarchy where the bottom thrives in a pile of humus.
Ironically, there is no fuss, no resentment of place or any disgust.
They looked beyond individuality and choose unity.
Why couldn’t my world be like this?
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Posted: Feb 2014
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online today!BIRDSONG
Beautiful melody permeating the air
Instilling precious feelings of joy and
Rapturous bliss that fills me with
Delight and ecstasy as I listen to its
Sweet serenade filling the airwaves
Overwhelming my being with
Nature's soothing music of the
Glorious splendour of birdsong
Instilling precious feelings of joy and
Rapturous bliss that fills me with
Delight and ecstasy as I listen to its
Sweet serenade filling the airwaves
Overwhelming my being with
Nature's soothing music of the
Glorious splendour of birdsong
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Posted: Feb 2014
About this poem:
This is my tribute to my feathered friends whose song is so melodious, soothing and uplifting to my being. I do not need to attend a concert, or to listen to a music player, to hear their song. It is free and available for all to enjoy. It is Mother Nature's gift to us and other creatures.Thank you, My Feathered Friends!
stars
Darkness envelopes
The world
Hidden in the deathps of the night air
The twinkling stars surround
Gliter like diamonds
Some red some violet some blue
Twinkling there rays to me and you
From far and wide we look to the sky
Motionless they trinkle in the night sky
In the cold damp dark sky
Color radiats they light the sky
For me and you
The world
Hidden in the deathps of the night air
The twinkling stars surround
Gliter like diamonds
Some red some violet some blue
Twinkling there rays to me and you
From far and wide we look to the sky
Motionless they trinkle in the night sky
In the cold damp dark sky
Color radiats they light the sky
For me and you
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Posted: Feb 2014
Post Commentonline today!A Tribute To Trees
Trees are sanctuaries
Whoever knows how to speak to them
whoever knows how to listen to them
can learn the truth
They do not preach learning and precepts
they preach
undeterred by particulars
the ancient law of life
When we are stricken
and cannot bear our lives any longer
then a tree has something to say to us:
Be Still! Be Still!
Look at me!
Life is not easy
Life is not difficult
Those are childish thoughts
Let God speak within you
and your thoughts will grow silent
You are anxious because your path
leads away from mother and home
But every step
and every day
lead you back again to the mother
Home is neither here nor there
Home is within you
or home is nowhere at all
Whoever knows how to speak to them
whoever knows how to listen to them
can learn the truth
They do not preach learning and precepts
they preach
undeterred by particulars
the ancient law of life
When we are stricken
and cannot bear our lives any longer
then a tree has something to say to us:
Be Still! Be Still!
Look at me!
Life is not easy
Life is not difficult
Those are childish thoughts
Let God speak within you
and your thoughts will grow silent
You are anxious because your path
leads away from mother and home
But every step
and every day
lead you back again to the mother
Home is neither here nor there
Home is within you
or home is nowhere at all
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Posted: Feb 2014
About this poem:
I have read a lot of poems recently, on Poetry Corner, dealing mainly with hurt, pain and suffering, experienced by heartbreak, loneliness and other painful incidents.You can find solace in Nature to ease your pain.
I posted a piece earlier on Birdsong.
This piece is on Trees; I hope you can feel its comforting effect as you read it, or better still, go outdoors, listen to the trees, and experience them directly. Be a tree hugger!
I came across this,on the net, as a quote from Herman Hesse
and reformatted it for posting.
Colour My World
Red is the colour I see when I'm cross and angry
My voice stentorian, like a foghorn that shrills
I could swallow your floor and even more!
Black is the colour I see in the darkness of night
When it's still outside and the silence is loud
I'd feel much safer if I had you by my side
Grey is the colour I see when the day is miserable
When the sun is hidden and it's cold and bitter outside
My world could flip from vibrant to sodden and dull
Green is the colour I see when you're full of envy
You're eyes from their sockets bulge out
And your mouth rumbles like thunder, then froths
But green, lush green too is the colour I see of a verdant meadow
Where the grass blades slice through the purest of air
Freshening the world at morn in dew form
Blue is the colour I see when I survey the sky
When at daytime it's cloudless, I see as far and wide
There in horizon the sky meets the ocean seamlessly.
Yellow is the colour I see of someone else's wife
When her trust is broken and she gets no support
To rebuild and renew the trust she once knew
Orange is the colour I see on a late summer's noon
Where the heat of the day makes the flowers bloom
And their beauty leaps from every pot of terracota
Purple is the colour I see when I read about Royalty
Of palaces and castles, of kings and queens
Of princes and princesses, of lowly commoners
Pink is the colour I see when two hearts unite as one
A phone call, a note, a bunch of flowers or a card
And nothing beats the look of love and treatment right!
Brown is the colour I see in a muddled mind
Neutral is not negative but neither is positive
It's like sitting on a fence, safe but are you living?
White is the colour I see at the rainbow above me
The pots of gold may glow brighter if you're that lucky
But the presence of all colours, is what so far I've seen!
My voice stentorian, like a foghorn that shrills
I could swallow your floor and even more!
Black is the colour I see in the darkness of night
When it's still outside and the silence is loud
I'd feel much safer if I had you by my side
Grey is the colour I see when the day is miserable
When the sun is hidden and it's cold and bitter outside
My world could flip from vibrant to sodden and dull
Green is the colour I see when you're full of envy
You're eyes from their sockets bulge out
And your mouth rumbles like thunder, then froths
But green, lush green too is the colour I see of a verdant meadow
Where the grass blades slice through the purest of air
Freshening the world at morn in dew form
Blue is the colour I see when I survey the sky
When at daytime it's cloudless, I see as far and wide
There in horizon the sky meets the ocean seamlessly.
Yellow is the colour I see of someone else's wife
When her trust is broken and she gets no support
To rebuild and renew the trust she once knew
Orange is the colour I see on a late summer's noon
Where the heat of the day makes the flowers bloom
And their beauty leaps from every pot of terracota
Purple is the colour I see when I read about Royalty
Of palaces and castles, of kings and queens
Of princes and princesses, of lowly commoners
Pink is the colour I see when two hearts unite as one
A phone call, a note, a bunch of flowers or a card
And nothing beats the look of love and treatment right!
Brown is the colour I see in a muddled mind
Neutral is not negative but neither is positive
It's like sitting on a fence, safe but are you living?
White is the colour I see at the rainbow above me
The pots of gold may glow brighter if you're that lucky
But the presence of all colours, is what so far I've seen!
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Posted: Feb 2014
About this poem:
Yesterday while sitting outside looking at the colours painted on the sky...
morning tea and me
Solatude of the morn,birds happly swarm around the feeder quietly fluttering,I sit with tea in hand thinking life is grand. White blanket coverd land drifting like sand,dreading the new task at hand. One sip,two sip tea so inviteing and warming to my soul, gee why did it have to snow.
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Posted: Feb 2014
About this poem:
more shovling...oh my aching back.what am I
I lurke in the depth of caves,Im a chamelon of the water. Im a preener of cat fish in discise. I am his wolf in sheeps clothing. Im sly,sneekey and can change color in a split second. I am small but my attitude is tall.
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Posted: Feb 2014
About this poem:
The bumblebee cichlid is a fish that lives in deep caves and cleans parasites off the cat fish,when it is in a yellow and brown striped coloration, when the cat fish spawns and lays eggs this little fish changes to a dark brown and steels the cat fishs eggs. when he is cought he quickly changes color back to the yellow and brown stripes as the cat fish reconizes this color as the friend.roar
Four legs
Eyes black with orange circle
Long whiskers
Teeth sharp
Silent tails swirls back and forth
Nose to the ground
The everlasting scent
Food wanted
Dinner on a plate
The smell of flesh the leoperds prey
Hiding in between the trees silently stalcks
Sneaking upoun with silent paws fangs ready
Claws extended
Silently creeps
Inches away flesh sents its nostrils deep
The leopard silent sees its prey
Fangs devour the flesh ,blood spurts to the ground the prey is dead
Roar or the leapord it is feed
Eyes black with orange circle
Long whiskers
Teeth sharp
Silent tails swirls back and forth
Nose to the ground
The everlasting scent
Food wanted
Dinner on a plate
The smell of flesh the leoperds prey
Hiding in between the trees silently stalcks
Sneaking upoun with silent paws fangs ready
Claws extended
Silently creeps
Inches away flesh sents its nostrils deep
The leopard silent sees its prey
Fangs devour the flesh ,blood spurts to the ground the prey is dead
Roar or the leapord it is feed
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Posted: Feb 2014
Post CommentIn the Wake of Typhoon
I wrote this late last year and rather than write another, I thought I will re-post / edit it. For my people back home...
In The Wake of Typhoon Bopha
(c)gtp2012
Beaten and battered once more,
Last year by typhoon Bopha
And now furious Yolanda
Each year nineteen or so of these
Are headed to my Philippines
About six to nine of them
Make landfall, bringing havoc
In the heart of my paradise
Causing floods, taking lives!
Seven thousand one hundred and seven
Glistening and diverse islands
Each with her own unique beauty
Separated by waters
Food, dialects and ways
Within us beats one heart
Pusong Pinoy, no matter where!
Mother Nature's wrath unleashed
Through Yolanda's force and speed!
The greediness of a few
Has depleted her resources
With money in their hearts
Senses numbed, eyes blinded
Massive landslides, mudslides
Flooded homes awashed
Love ones all a-perished!
How many more have to go?
Yet you my people will take this
On your chin, with a grin
never complaining, never grumbling
Resilient to the core you will,
With a smile on your faces wear
As families a new life forge!
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In The Wake of Typhoon Bopha
(c)gtp2012
Beaten and battered once more,
Last year by typhoon Bopha
And now furious Yolanda
Each year nineteen or so of these
Are headed to my Philippines
About six to nine of them
Make landfall, bringing havoc
In the heart of my paradise
Causing floods, taking lives!
Seven thousand one hundred and seven
Glistening and diverse islands
Each with her own unique beauty
Separated by waters
Food, dialects and ways
Within us beats one heart
Pusong Pinoy, no matter where!
Mother Nature's wrath unleashed
Through Yolanda's force and speed!
The greediness of a few
Has depleted her resources
With money in their hearts
Senses numbed, eyes blinded
Massive landslides, mudslides
Flooded homes awashed
Love ones all a-perished!
How many more have to go?
Yet you my people will take this
On your chin, with a grin
never complaining, never grumbling
Resilient to the core you will,
With a smile on your faces wear
As families a new life forge!
source:
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
Edited version of a poem I wrote late last year...for the victims of typhoon Bopha and this year's Yolanda...my heart goes with you.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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