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james nordlund Mar 2018
And rather die as a mayfly, in one day, on their feet,
Than live as long as an eagle flies, on their knees.

"...It's funny how one insect can damage so much grain...",
One instant can damage so much Grace,  

Yet, abominable that only 400 years of supposed science has almost
Destroyed what it took The Evolution 15 billion years to create, the Earth's life!

Extinction is forever and no one will wear it well, the corporate structure's
Convolution need not con anyone, we let them steer our perceptions and ships.

Walking in nature's balance, giving back to her abundance, "...we(e)...",
Illimitable in potential, and indivisible as life, evince to be!

"...They don't stand a chance against our ...(heart),
No, they don't stand a chance against our love..."

If you're lifelong students, self-actuating and evolving, leaving no footprints
That followed none, they will echo forever on, in all ways, always,

Only if humanity gains the sanity to abolish the 'use' of fossil fuels,
Thereby abolishing global defacto-slavery, as well.  Be well.

"...There's a beacon in the sky meant to catch your eye...",
Words weren't meant for cowards, be brave...".

The Cosmos can't stop us from basing global society on scarcity, instead of nature's abundance.
Tragically, our delusions won't be dispelled until that premeditated extermination of 7 billion.
Thanx to Elton John, Robbie Robertson, Happy Rhodes for their great songs lines, from: 'In Your Empty Garden'; 'Ghost Dance', 'Words Weren't Meant For Cowards', respectively, above- before this 48th Earth Day.
We sailed the sea

In a boat made of ivory,

And we sailed away

Till the thirty-third day.



On the thirty-third day,

We docked in a land;

Crafted by the hands

Of a million slaves.



It was sparkling out

In the night darkened sky,

As the people burned

All their candles away.



Into the sky, the smoke rose

So high to the stars,

And it warmed up the air,

And the jumper I’d worn,

Brushed the floor

As I carried it

Along through the streets.



‘No more ice,

Only water,

Only smoke,

Only steam,

No more frost to freeze

The fast running streams.

No more cold to tear

Your lungs at the seams’

This was seen as the reason

To why they were right,

Not wrong, to continue

To set more fires alight.



’It is good, it is good’ they sang.

They danced round the fire;

The warm got warmer as the fire drew higher.

'No more cold, no more cold.

It has melted away.

We’ll only have summer

For the rest of our days.

Under the orange tinted sky,

We’ll stay happily beneath it.

No more white, snow-filled clouds

That sprinkle around us

Like a shroud.

The smoke has melted the cold all away;

We’ll only have summer for the rest of our days.’

This is what the townsfolk did say.



On the forty-third day

A marching band played

For remembrance

Of the famous Chirp-Chirp birds.

It is thought that they’d flown

Far, far away.

As nobody had seen them

For quite a few days.



Because of the smog

and because of the heat,

They could no longer stay

And decided to fleet

From the suffocating air

And the ash filled, choking skies.

They left while they could,

Before all the flock died.



Now pennies are collected in effort to remind

Of the other kinds of birds that may fly away too;

If they all did that, there would be no bird stew.

So, the people pay their pennies to save the last few.



We had to sail away from this hot, smoky land,

On the forty-fifth day, we walked back to the sand,

Where our ivory boat was ******* at the dock,

And we laughed at the sight of the Chirp-chirp bird flock!



They were perched on the boat awaiting our return

To escape this land hidden safely in the stern.

Without having to fly they could relax,

And just lie back;

They wouldn’t even need to give their purple wings a flap.



We remarked how they were clever,

And we let them stay on board.

Then we planned the fate

Of the Chirp-Chirp bird hoard.



When we return, they will live in little, cramped busy zoos,

Or we may even make them into Chirp-Chirp bird stew.
Written in early 2013.
Clive Blake Aug 2017
Mankind seems oblivious
To Nature’s pleading cries,
Mankind seems oblivious
When Nature ups and dies,
Mankind seems oblivious
To its carcass filled with flies,
Mankind seems oblivious
To God’s wrath above the skies.

Man can only think of seeking treasure,
Man can only think of funding leisure,
Man can only think of his own pleasure.

Oblivious to Nature’s sighing,
Oblivious to Nature’s crying,
Oblivious to Nature’s dieing ...
This is for those who like truthful comedy,
This is for those who find amusement in humility,
This is for those who want to become billionaires, without a friggen’ care,
This is for you, who likes to stand-up on the internet but don’t take an actual step outside your door,
Just wondering who is going to supply your food?
Just wondering who is going to clean your home, while you’re out making your dough?
Just wondering who watches your children, whose personality they will have instilled in them?
Just wondering how much money you paid for someone else to live your life for you?
How did we become so ignorant, blind to our surroundings, and unwilling to see through the boundaries?
Whose idea was it that we would consume more than we could handle, and how was that quantified?
Why do we still value you these ideals whole-heartedly?
I mean, look around you, everyone might be arguing… but can you find all those commonalities?
We have traded skills for bills, wallets for intelligence, and phones for relationships,
We have ignored our human needs, in order to fulfil some invisible person’s greed,
No different than the religious views that divide us, these people we don’t know enjoy out profits and still despise us,
And no matter the anger that we share towards this system, we allow our differences to control our true power,
Funny, how are children are becoming poorer than the last generation before them,
Hilarious, how we all panic when the grocery store closes for just a couple of unusual hours,
Amusing, how we all hope that someday when we’re old we will finally be done dealing with these ‘daily struggles’,
Only to find ourselves locked up in strange homes, on the news getting abused by people who aren’t our loved ones,
We hold these fantastical exceptions over those who are different from us, in age, gender, location, or belief system,
We presume that we know what is best for all others, and yet have ignored the advice of those who came before us,
Like the Cree legends of over consumption, or the basic indigenous rule of Natural Laws of being respectful of other lives and surroundings,
Our science and technology have come so far, yet we still cannot find connections to the very planet on which we were born…
What a comedy act, you truly cannot write this stuff up,
People all struggling against the same encroaching tide, can’t hold each other’s hands because they might get wet,
Those who want everything work so hard to get it, then end up with no one around them to share it with,
We sacrifice life all of the time, even though we aren’t doing the actual physical killing, our dreams, relationships, and habitats are what we are losing.  – E.M.
Nothing will ever be ‘alright’, not the day, nor the night..
There are better words that we could use to describe our time..
If only we could appreciate it as much as we do these fun rhymes..
No amount of ‘really’s or amount of ‘stuff’ will ever be enough…
Because either we’re enjoying our precious moments, accepting changes as they come..
Or we’re upset over others being upset, and while everyone is yelling, still no movement forward gets done..
We all share more than our small and often simplistic differences…
From the fact that we all have bodies and need air, to the fact that we all have but a small amount of fresh water to share..
These commonalities could become catastrophic, and for many they have been for years…
The reasons we protest, crying for our shared futures, as outside forces make uneducated choices…
I believe there are far more descriptive words that we could be using for this time…
Legends have spoke of a great change, along with it a lesson for the world…
Those great teachers came, in the form of our youngests, and are loud with their tears and messages to share..
During this time many fight, while others observe, as is their duty to watch and preserve..
The road forward will be difficult, as things need to come undone before they can be rebuilt…
But buried like seeds, the collective army of ancestors have kept their word…
We are all part of the great change, the fire breathing bird…
Setting a blaze to the old, in order to rebuild the new…
Our description for this time is hard, but necessary, and it’s a duty that is shared..
Because we are all leaving someone behind, relative or friend..
Because we are all connected to each other, and to this land..
Because we see the problems that no one has taken ownership on..
Because personal responsibility is a fundamental part of belonging to the great mother..
Because in our heart, we are supposed to care for one another…
This is why we need to find the right words to describe this time together.
No lesson should be forgotten, as our indigenous ancestors have reminded..
The stories and legends are needed, as they help guide us all through..
So as we make peace with our troubled past and difficult passage..
And make sustainable progress towards the future..
Let us not forget how far we have come, alone, together, and united. – EM
Rachel Eileen Dec 2016
Heat
Calcification
Incalescence
Swelter
Suffocation
Ar­ctic circle above 32 degrees Fahrenheit in December
Leaking lakes of Methane gas in Siberia
Scientific data to price
Changing 2 degrees
has caused *mass extinction

Melting glaciers
Oceans 7 centimeters higher
Drought in the Amazon
Changes in migration
Disruption in pollination
Heatwaves:
high death tolls
Decreased plant growth
Zika in Florida
Ignorance from the government
Refusal of proof
**Nonbelievers in the White House
an angry poem about climate change; including many facts I learned from my Environmental Biology class.  This isn't a political poem, it's a poem of facts and truths.
Hannah Nov 2016
I have seen the future of our world.
I have seen the sunrise of tomorrow.
I have seen Muslims shake hands with Christians.
I have seen hope buried beneath the rubble in Aleppo.
I have seen a world
come full circle
back into each other's arms,
like two lover's
that are meant to be together,
but have been at war for so long
they can't remember why.
I have looked into the eyes
of all God's creatures
and have seen that spark.
That light
that shines so brilliantly
it must be a soul.
Because nothing else
fuels that kind of hope.
Nothing else stops you
dead in your tracks
and makes you see
that we are all one.
We are all connected.
To each other,
and to this beautiful planet
we call home.
If more people
stared into the eyes
of the people they hated,
maybe we wouldn't
erase hate altogether,
but we would
strengthen tolerance.
Maybe then
we would stop
dehumanizing each other,
and start complimenting
each other instead.
Maybe our children
wouldn't come home
from school crying,
or in trouble
because they want
to build a wall,
or send Muslims
back to Islam.
Maybe,
our daughters
wouldn't have to worry
about being "*******"
by men
because her skirt
was just to short.
I have seen the future.
The future doesn't
look like this present.
The future is bright.
The future is ready for peace.
irsorai Jun 2016
Oh, you beautiful escape...
You reckon me back to life
Your sway echoes along the drafts
I'm complete when you're falling.

Each drop that falls,
Is a calling back to reality.
Witch stroke of wind,
Supports my dreams and caries my hopes.

Oh, you beautiful landscape...
Bring me into normality,
Shake my foundations,
make me smile through hard days.

Your images afloat my horizon,
And It's easier everyday,
Cause everything will get better,
When nature is pure and touchable.

Oh, you beautiful world...
Don't you ever change,
Keep holding hands, hold unto sacred love.
Live between solidary and reality.

Preserve humanity as the last resource,
To keep escapes and landscapes alive.
Copyright © irsorai
12am - 09/06/2016
Amy Perry Apr 2016
Nothing is coming, except for that which you manifest to appear.
The things that will help are the things that you fear.
The future is unwritten by all, even the Universe itself.
You can shape it with your vision, your thoughts, and your health.

Don't sell yourself short. We don't have long
To have a population to admit that we have done wrong.
While our egos could last, a hundred years more,
Our Earth can't sustain that. It's not what it's for.

She is a jewel with a moon,
Adorned with sapphire seas.
Nestled within nurturing womb,
Animals, mountains, and trees.

We may call ourselves her children, her pride.
But in truth, we've yet had our hour of birth.
We are connected like a child inside.
Bracing on her health, nestled by her hearth.
I bring the topic back to Nature, the Environment, and human folly too easily. Haha.
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