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She is speaking to us
Pleading
Warning us
Advising us
Comforting us
Helping us
We just have to listen
We are all her children

She’s been telling us about the planet
Warning what will come
Showing us
With storms
Droughts
Fires
Extreme heat
We just have to listen
We must listen

She’s been crying for us
For all the creatures that live here
For the forests
Plants
She’s been begging us
To change
To stop
To respect what’s here
The planet
The boundaries between us
And them
All we have to do is listen
Then change our ways
Mother knows best
 Aug 6
Dani Just Dani
Where did
my innocence
Go?

When will
it come
Back?
 Aug 6
Traveler
(Today in world news)

All those people in the streets
coming together as one!
There must be a million of them expressing their rights and doing their duty as citizens.
America will always be separated. That’s the way they keep that from happening here.
TT

Can you imagine the White House staff getting on a helicopter and fleeing to India because millions of people took to the streets?
 Aug 5
sarah shahzad
Slow sleek steps,

Pounces on its paws,

Snow-clad fur,

Brushes off impatiently,


Ears perk up,

When squeals and squeaks are heard,

Steady and slowly,

Merges with the blanket beneath,


Almost at ease,

Confidently it please,

Lowers into its position,

Ready to strike,


Pounces on its paws,

Announces in its jaws,

Mouse struck beneath its claws,

Ounces in vigilant strides as it withdraws.

https://poemtheart.com/artic-hunter/
By Sarah Shahzad, July 2024
The poem begins by describing the Arctic fox’s graceful and stealthy movements through the snow. The “slow sleek steps” and “pounces on its paws” emphasize its agility and precision. The “snow-clad fur” signifies its adaptation to its environment, while “brushes off impatiently” suggests the fox’s alertness and readiness to act.

The “ears perk up” at the sounds of potential prey, indicating its sharp senses. The fox’s ability to “merge with the blanket beneath” illustrates its camouflage and stealth, blending seamlessly with the snowy landscape.

In third stanza, the fox is depicted as being “almost at ease,” showing its confidence and patience as it prepares to hunt. It “lowers into its position,” readying itself for the perfect moment to pounce on its prey.

The final stanza captures the successful hunt. The fox “pounces on its paws,” and with the prey “announces in its jaws,” signifying its capture. The mouse “struck beneath its claws” represents the culmination of its stealth and precision. The fox then “ounces in vigilant strides as it withdraws,” indicating its cautious yet assured retreat with its catch.

Overall, “Arctic Hunter” paints a vivid picture of an Arctic fox’s hunting prowess, showcasing its agility, stealth, and confidence in its natural habitat.

Arctic:
The Arctic is a polar region located at the northernmost part of the Earth, characterized by extreme conditions, including low temperatures, ice-covered landscapes, and limited sunlight for much of the year. It encompasses the Arctic Ocean, adjacent seas, and parts of Canada, Greenland, Russia, the United States (Alaska), Norway, Sweden, Finland, and Iceland. Here are some key aspects of the Arctic:

Climate:
The Arctic has a polar climate with long, harsh winters and short, cool summers.

Winter temperatures can plummet to below -30°C (-22°F), while summer temperatures may rise to just above freezing.

The region experiences phenomena such as the Midnight Sun (continuous daylight during summer) and Polar Night (continuous darkness during winter).

Flora and Fauna:
Despite its harsh climate, the Arctic supports a variety of life. Vegetation primarily includes tundra species such as mosses, lichens, and small shrubs.

Wildlife includes polar bears, Arctic foxes, reindeer, seals, walruses, and various bird species. Marine life is abundant, with species like narwhals, belugas, and bowhead whales.

Human Presence:
Indigenous peoples, such as the Inuit, Sámi, and Nenets, have lived in the Arctic for thousands of years, adapting to the extreme conditions with unique cultures and lifestyles.

Modern settlements and research stations are also present, focusing on scientific study and resource extraction.

Environmental Concerns:
Climate change significantly impacts the Arctic, with rising temperatures causing ice melt, habitat loss, and shifts in wildlife populations.

Melting ice also affects global sea levels and weather patterns, making the Arctic a crucial area for climate research.

Arctic Fox:
The Arctic fox (Vulpes lag opus) is a small mammal well-adapted to the extreme conditions of the Arctic. Here are some detailed features and facts about the Arctic hunter:

Physical Adaptations:
The Arctic fox has a thick, multi-layered coat that changes color with the seasons—white in winter to blend with the snow and brown or gray in summer to match the tundra.

Its compact body, short legs, and small ears minimize heat loss.

Fur-covered feet provide insulation and traction on ice and snow.

Diet:
Arctic foxes are omnivorous and opportunistic feeders. Their diet primarily consists of small mammals like lemmings and voles, birds, eggs, insects, and carrion.

They are known to follow polar bears and scavenge leftover prey.

Behavior and Reproduction:
Arctic foxes are solitary hunters but can form pairs or small groups during the breeding season.

They build dens in the ground or snowbanks, providing shelter and a safe place to raise their young.

Females give birth to litters of up to 14 pups in spring, and both parents care for the young.

Survival Strategies:
These foxes are highly resilient, capable of enduring extreme cold and scarcity of food.

In lean times, they can reduce their metabolic rate and live off stored body fat.

They have excellent hearing, allowing them to locate prey under the snow.

Conservation Status:
While the Arctic fox is not currently endangered, certain populations face threats from climate change and competition with the red fox, which is expanding its range northward.

Conservation efforts focus on preserving their habitat and mitigating the impacts of global warming.

Understanding the Arctic and the Arctic fox highlights the remarkable adaptations of life in one of the planet’s most challenging environments and underscores the importance of conservation efforts in these fragile ecosystems.

Artic Hunter
 Aug 5
Nat Lipstadt
~a unconscious commissioned poem~

<>

La Lumière est une Dame d'honneur

advantage Frenchies,
everything sounds
better in their language,
we readily concede

we make do
with those tongues
whose fluidity
clothes & coats,
those,  we are
best at
confessing in

first light this morning
was emasculated, in thickened
first fog, eerie, discomforting,
but yet, mine alone to utilize,
and make discomfiture into
a poem of coffee and cream,
stirring within, colored dreams

Lady Light finally arrives,
descending on a staircase
from heaven, radiating all
with patience, the animals
all, proclaiming in a thousand
tongues, their thanks, their
love, for everything breathing
understand best she is the source
of creation, reanimation, and a
sharing, unsparing, birth mother
to animate and inanimate, and
the death father to all we & us,
guide to our ultimate end

the waiting is most interesting,
for indeed, there is honor within,
as I compose, the sunrises to the
precise angle to bar my vision,
power to blind and enlighten,
how can this be, but it is so,
my bones warmed, suggest I
do not complain, accepting with
no exception for this is the power
source to us all, and humility is
the key to acceptance & understanding

is this poem, is this the missive,
me~my, intended, to write,
know not,
for the words leech from my skin,
in format uncolored, uncontrolled
by mine minuscule impoverished
compost of senses, morals and my
compote of cells that are products
of a thousand prior generations

morphed into a mess of me,
as of yet, purpose hidden,
undisclosed, perhaps my
reasoning is unseasoned,
my presumption of purpose,
is just a fool’s ridiculousness

Lady Light smiles kindly on my
rambunctious ilreasoning,
for I just one of billions come,
gone, and rebirthed in chains
of endless possibilities, two
words permanently paired,
conjoined, and though the
light has now risen to heights
to totally absolve my sight,
can no longer track what
is being written, accepting my
temporally blindness with grace,
even with solace, and-bid you
adieu, adieu, (bye~bye)
so musically,
until relief will
honor me with its presents…

and I can contemplate my
foolishness once more…
and the letting…
of the
Lady’s light
of
honor illuminating
(even me)


<>
commissioned by Pradip

7:35 am
in the sunroom where
the intersection of all light
illuminates all kinds

<>

music:
To Try for the Sun, Song by Donovan
Aquarius/Let the Sunshine In by Fifth Dimesion
8/5/2024
He loved me with a liquid love
that never weakened, disappeared or vanished
He poured it into me with affection
so deep it felt like the ocean drank me

He loved me with no fences, bars or walls
not for one moment did he waver
His love was more profound than love itself
intense as the touch, of a burning bush

He loved me from above and from below
not even once did I have to walk alone
inside this Universe of spirit and bone

He loved me with Angels at His side  
and with a razor mouth that spoke all truth  
words of connection that only God could whisper
deep in my heart I knew, He was drawing me home    

with His liquid love...
 Aug 5
nivek
commentators are plentiful
but not bothering to even give a like?
 Aug 5
nivek
every breath forgotten
lost to times reap

each heartbeat
a hearts worth of love

a smile is remembered
indelible in eternity

-quickening the rhythm
shortening the breath.
Sometimes
Give the poems in your head
Some rest.

Don't write them on,
Write them off.

Internally arrange a funeral
Bid them farewell
Give them an unceremonious burial.

The rising poem won't complain
They know well your anguish and pain.

The labour you go through birthing them
Shape their body, give a name
They would understand.

Failed poems are not as arrogant
As the birthed ones.

They too are weary pounding your head
Making holes in your soul
They would rather rest than be born.

Sometimes
They deserve rest.

Let them float away to a place
Where they find peace
And will not be missed.
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