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Michael R Burch Apr 2020
Tallen the Mighty Thrower
by Michael R. Burch

Tallen the Mighty Thrower
is a hero to turtles, geese, ducks ...
they splash and they cheer
when he tosses bread near
because, you know, eating grass *****!

Keywords/Tags: child, children, boy, thrower, throwing, bread, turtles, geese, ducks, grass
Archer Mar 2020
A little slow tonight
The seconds taking longer than usual
The minutes pausing to look around
Before disappearing into the vagueness
The hours, themselves taking hours
The cyclic pattern of day and night
A little slow tonight
My thoughts blinking into being
Except they hesitate
Almost long enough for me to grasp them
My breaths loiter in my lungs
The exhales linger in the air around my head
A little slow tonight
The pitch of the world seems delicate
The smallest vibration would reverberate
Into an earthquake, rolling the hills
Like ocean waves not yet cresting
Far away from the land of turtles
Its far too slow in here tonight
Quinn Feb 2020
New Life bursts forth
From old shells
Bringing unseen beauty into this world
The sounds of nature quiet
As they sliently gawk
At the newborns
Making they're journey
Towards the ocean
With a bravery unknown to most
Led but an ancient instinct
To slip silently into the waves
Only to return when the time comes
For New Life
To burst forth from old shells
Aruna Jan 2020
Black, blue and all the colors together,
Miles and meters could not take a measure,
The mystery so deep below,
No digging could make people know,
The crawlers, swimmers and the squishers of dye,
Under the blankets of waves they lie,
Loneliness never did they know,
Plastic adorned the green one low,
The oils and straws a part of their diet ,
It is becoming rather quiet,
Swimmers now floating,
Oh no !Are they evolving or Perishing.
The clueless cry of the ocean for the poor little dwellers.
Bhill Jun 2019
As we roam about the desert we learn to see what's there
The rocks, the dirt, the cactus, and the wildly blue sky glare

The creatures of this land can take on the heat that's here in stride
Turtles, snakes, and all the lizards take it on, with desert pride

Checking out the rock formations, that took many, many years
Shapes and colors, of these rocks, reflect their beginning, it appears

Reflecting for a minute, while gazing upon this land
Will open up your mind and give you much more than you planned

The desert, as we know it, can be a hostile place for sure
Wonderfully, beautiful and hostile, makes it mystical and so pure...

Brian Hill - 2019 # 154
Picture credit goes to Kevin Monson, our friend
Living in the desert has its visual advantage for sure.  
It seems to inspire some words as well.
Axel May 2019
While I was away,
Girls have been touching their hair with love
And girls were in love with their body like lust

While I was away,
Water have been so clear it made me teared
And ice met with eyes like a deer with a carrot

While I was away,
Diamonds are still in beauty like she's in love with a beast
And golds are like a moon shining bright when the night covers the earth

But when I am here,
The time is ticking backwards and words are read in reverse;
All I see are pain and misery people
And black rainbow isn't just a metaphor anymore.
indah khabar dari rupa.

Self-love is not selfish
Global warming is real
Woman should not be ashamed of their body
Guys should not be ashamed of their feminine
Speak out, your opinion matters!
Talk out, your feelings matter!
Reach out, love isn't endless.
mjad Apr 2019
just as Notre Dame catches fire
does the turtle's situation become dire
as it struggles to get air
because of another plastic snare
one of millions that float aimlessly
Notre Dame will be rebuilt urgently
over one billion dollars raised in days,

but who really needs to be saved?
The amount of money raised for Notre Dame to be rebuilt would be enough to clean the Great Pacific Garbage Patch. Just saying.
Matterhorn Feb 2019
There are plenty of fish in the sea;
I should know,
I'm SCUBA certified.

And yet,
It feels as though the reefs
That I frequent
Have stagnated,
Colors weakening.

Perhaps I spend too much time
In the shallows,
Where every kick
Throws up silt,
Stifling the corals and choking the fish.

Fading beauty or
Compromised visibility;
Who's to say
Which plays the bigger part
In my dissatisfaction?

Who knows?
Maybe I just need to switch
To hiking.
© Ethan M. Pfahning
Naptural Mermaid Jan 2019
It’s been told she has the heart of the Sun A bright bronze sphere
That can never turn down fun
Brazen is she towards those who stand in her way
Guided by faith, her feet never stray
No matter the currents or the strength of the Tides
She goes low when they fly high
Like Hawksbill, Green, Loggerhead and Leatherback
She attains the longevity they endure
Her voice is as sweet as the Black Pineapple
Her beauty resembles the Antiguan hibiscus
Some might even say more
For her beauty is something you can’t ignore
Whenever one door closes
She makes one more open
Always giving faith a fighting chance
Whenever the option arises
She always chooses to DANCE!
As the soca rhythm flows into her blood steam
And the bright colors of carnival collide
There outshining the others
You can find the person I call my “MOM”
My Antiguan Queen
Always representing red white black blue and gold pride
stargazer Apr 2019
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"The most important part, is the part that hurts"




~John Green
This quote just hit home

Book recommended: Turtles All the Way Down.
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