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Yesterday’s words, discarded as chaff
Not much to imbibe, like news once read
Nothing to reflect, left

Flooding thoughts
Survived many a droughts
Lost to the mundane, caught

Like the lamppost
Which lit through the night
Lost its light to the sunshine, fraught
~
A mouth to feed
A lawn to mow
I don't feel young anymore
If children were wishes
If their smiles, the family glue
Aureate light would reflect
From the ceiling of my heart
If children were wishes
What would become of you and me?

~
Earth, a vibrant tapestry,
a symphony of life,
Where diverse creatures dance,
in a ceaseless strife.
From the icy peaks of the North,
to the Southern seas,
A kaleidoscope of wonders,
as far as the eye can see.

In the heart of Africa,
lions roam the plains,
Their golden manes shimmering,
in the sun's warm embrace.

In the depths of the Amazon,
jaguars prowl the night,
Their stealthy movements hidden,
in the moon's pale light.

In the Australian outback,
kangaroos bound with glee,
Their powerful legs carrying them,
across the vast land.

In the Arctic tundra,
polar bears roam the ice,
Their white fur camouflaging them,
in their frozen paradise.

From the towering redwoods,
to the whispering pines,
The Earth's forests teem with life,
a symphony of design.
From the smallest insects,
to the mightiest whales,
Each creature plays its part,
in nature's grandest tales.

So let us cherish this planet,
our home, our only sphere,
Where diversity thrives,
and life is ever near.
Let us protect its beauty,
its wonders, its grace,
For the Earth is our treasure,
and its legacy we must embrace.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton
 Aug 1 Anais Vionet
Kelsey
I'm tired.
Tired of
The same draining thoughts
Tired of
The same back and forth
Hatred then compassion
Tired of
Knowing what's right
And still doing what's wrong
Tired of
Beating myself up
For what's out of my control
Tired of
Mistaking clouds
As bad omens
Tired of
Telling myself it's okay
Just relax, you're okay
I'm tired of
Not writing poems
To make myself feel better

I'm just
tired.
So I guess I'll sleep.
Groups casting aspersions
Are a spiteful diversion
That borders on *******
And invites incursion
By the cops -  and dispersion.
ljm
This is a BLT Contest word from a couple of days ago.  I forgot to post it because I never figured out how to fit submersion into it.
As we teach ourselves,

We can teach others,

as others can teach us.

🩶 ☯️
Was I caught while my guitar was sleeping
Or was it just a lighter shade of pale
Or was it just a rain while I rode a diesel down to New Orleans .
Holding down my dreams I called out for all's it worth

So much resistence from behind

I read about the watch tower

He said there's no reason to get excited

Then it was Tuesday afternoon

In a white room .

And all the leaves were brown

On such a winters day

I couldn't make it on Sunday

I got so ****** depressed

Have you ever seen the rain
comimg down a sunny day
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