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Lee Jun 10
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some days are green
envy or fear

some days feel like
an attempt
a wish

and some days are nothing
no time spent,
or lost
just a void of thought
Childish jealousy
Doesn’t at all look well on me
जग-जीवन खुशहाल बनाएं
चारों ओर हरियाली लाएं
आओ पर्यावरण बचाकर
अपनी धरा को स्वर्ग बनाएं।
            जलता सूरज तपती धरती
            पेड़ के नीचे राहत मिलती
            पेड़ों से जीवन है सारा
            लेकिन अपने स्वार्थ के ख़ातिर
            मनुष्य ने अनावश्यक पेड़ है काटा
            पेड़ के बदले पेड़ लगाएं
            यह संदेश सब तक पहुचाएं
            आओ पर्यावरण बचाकर
            अपनी धरा को स्वर्ग बनाएं।
जल से ही हम ज़िंदा रहते
फिर भी जल को दूषित करते
नदियों को पूजा है जाता
सारा कचरा उसी में जाता
जल है एक अनमोल रत्न
बूँद-बूँद को स्वछ बनाएं
आओ पर्यावरण बचाकर
अपनी धरा को स्वर्ग बनाएं।
             करें आदतों में सुधार आज हम
             बढ़ते प्रदूषण पर रोक लगाएं
             न करें प्रकृति का नाश और हम
             हर मन में ये अलख जगाएं
             धरती है ये माँ हमारी
             उसको अब न और रुलाएं
             आओ पर्यावरण बचाकर
             अपनी धरा को स्वर्ग बनाएं।।

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        Let's save the environment

Make life happy
Bring greenery around
Come save the environment
Make your land heaven.
       Burning sun rises earth
       Relieved under the tree
       Life is all from the trees
       But for the sake of our selfishness
       Man has cut unnecessary trees
       Plant trees instead of trees
       Reach this message to everyone
       Come save the environment
       Make your land heaven.
We live by water
Still polluting the water
Rivers are worshiped
All the waste goes to
Water is a precious gem
Make the blob clean
Come save the environment
Make your land heaven.
       Improve our habits today
       Curb rising pollution
       Do not destroy nature and we
       Awaken these feelings in your
        mind
       This mother is our earth
        Don't make him cry anymore
        Come save the environment
        Make your house heaven.
दोस्तों, यह कविता विश्व पर्यावरण दिवस के शुभ अवसर पर लिखी है।यह कविता हमें बताती है कि क्यों हमें अपने पर्यावरण की देखभाल करनी चाहिए,क्यों हमें अधिक से अधिक पेड़ लगाने चाहिए। जल कुदरत से मिला बहुत कीमती उपहार है जिसे हमें सुरक्षित व स्वछ रखना चाहिए।
Scott Hunter Jun 3
I saw you twice and time again
And so I know, both now and then
That light and dark can interchange
As freely as a bow can bend
As leaves can shimmer in the sun
The same as when the world began.

Green, glistening in the sun.

That’s how I know what matters, see
Our timbers move, their branches free
They do not push or pull against
The ever-changing elements.

They simply be and let time run.

Green, glistening in the sun.
© 2004
your green eyes were as the mint

which gives good smell

and satisfy inner soul

let your sad out

throw it with your happy

and told yourself with confident

if the morning comes

the dark sure escapes
thetime is short when lovers talk and approach. let us forget our hate and face our enemy
island poet May 25
~for Honey~

upon arrival in May, 2020, at the sheltering island:

sparser, leaner, the overage of summer fullness lacking,
some of the presumptuous early blooms silly attempting
with no success, the deceiving of new arrivals, while the many
naked branches, leaf-less, trees, struggling be fully realized, needy
to join, volunteer, with the troops of advancing green recruits

this no poem, just descriptive, a viewpoint, my eyes awaken
to calm waterways, white boat dots trawling, looking
for new births, bounties of raw refreshment, sailing to an audience
of landed, gentrified emerald grasses, their chorale singing ‘thirsty!’

of me they ask, who be you, we’ve not seen nary a human trod
our land and seascape for months many, we have no recollection,
no issuing, of an invitation to any two legged slightly-familiar interlopers, reply simple, essence of essential, I’m being, being here!

your shores shore me in ways undefinable, that my
travels and travails don’t dare accompany or defy,
looking for old friends, natural ones, some likely passed,  all
whilst I sing Over the Rainbow, wishing wishes wonderful

already becoming truth, eyes daren’t deceive, my somewhere
here, where a winter’s rainbow made its landing, dreams truthful revealed, richly greeted, our presence yet welcomed, by sea salted
odiferous air, lapidaries of sapphiric waves, animals of the Kingdom

the poetry nook members, askance asking, why, what so long took,
we, your audience, waiting patiently for a coming, to pen our
woods and tales, long, short and tall, prophecies of storms,
lighting crashes, of a stilling peacefulness, heaven-bequeathed

the Adirondack thrones, four kings, wearied worn, beyond gray,
show their weathering rings pride of ‘another year, we’ve survived,’
saying now, we’ll speak to the world, through you-man-poet,
our minions too, deer, wolves, rabbits, starfish, osprey, sea trout, piping plover, all winter survivors, will enjoin your verses

much to tell, newly created, new spells, to trance your eyes,
you seeing only our surfaces, guessing at our depths, our inherency,
looking for recovered keys to unlock your own hardy boyish mysteries, but ours, are perpetual unsolvable which is why,
you humans, ne’er fail to return

your soft footfalls, children’s shrieks, jewels to adorn us,
our nature, needs adoration and adulation, our tree limbs
for swinging on lumber-cut swings, flying towards our blued skies, requires humans to summer-slum, breaching the winters remaining slumbering yet few ends to join you when you at last first chant,

                               that, that’s where
                               you will find me, 
                               thinking,
                               think to myself,
                                                         ­ oh, what a wonderful world!
Jac May 25
my dear, do not worry
too often
your flower is still young —
green, barely has it rooted.
the time will come
you will flourish,
as it will bloom.
pretty pretty flower that you are
Mitzi Ambrad May 23
Brush on one hand
Paint in the other
Poured a tint of green
Unto a pint of white.

I wanted more green.

You said stop
But it was too late
I already poured myself in
There was no turning back.

I wanted more green.

Instead, I got mint
Cold, cold minty hue
Now, I had to make do
With whatever green is left.

I wanted more green.

Green, green growth
And the best of my youth.
In memory of a failed paint mixing job that we were still able to 'wing'
Fiona May 20
It was a quiet place
Inside of that red room
Until the wind from inside shook the walls
Collapsing them outward
As the walls fell around her
The wildflowers appeared.
Growing rapidly
The red walls were replaced by
Blue Purple Yellow faces with Green stems.
She climbed those green stems,
For a long time.
So long she reached the top,
Where the Blue Purple Yellow faces stared into the sun.
She lay a top those wildflowers.
Closing her eyes,
Suddenly surrounded by red.
Inspired by Wild Flower, Fiona re-imagines the poem, 2 of 2.
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