#concerns
It’s not just The Greens & The Tree Huggers
that are sending out the call.
I think we’re all agreed, climate-wise we’re clinging
to a faltering, failing, bubbling, melting, spinning ball.
We’ve taken it for granted for thousands of years,
lit fires, burnt coal, used oil to make things move,
detonated big bombs n’all...
We’ve just not listened, we’ve ignored it, It’s got to stop...
******** up our precious spinning ball.
It’s speeded up since entrepreneurs and institutions
dreamt up and invented the Industrial Revolution...
That worked! Dig that Coal, convert that Iron, melt that Lead...
drill for oil... burn that instead...
provide the right level of electrocution.
Few thought then or led the call
to slow things down...be prudent,
protect the ailing, failing spinning ball.
Ice Caps melting, the sea level’s up
The eco system really is ****** up,
Forests burning, Volcanoes spewing
Earthquakes rumbling, Politicians bumbling,
World leaders fumbling...lava hurled...
importing food from round the world
instead of growing our own for all
whilst clinging to a spinning ball
that’s what we should be... in thrall
of this amazing... Spinning Ball!
The fat cats are taking smaller cats
into space...they look back to where we are.
Before it starts to melt in a warming sticky mess
We’re all partly to blame - you’d have to confess.
Face it...I can’t overstate it... Hear the call - FFS -
Let’s hang on to the spinning ball!...
Nov 1, 2025
Nov 1, 2025 at 9:41 AM UTC
I am not here
to wage a war of wills,
I am carrying concerns
too heavy, too still.
Which gather like weights
deep inside my chest,
until my silence
can no longer rest.
Can you hear my voice rising,
as I plot my tactful course,
but you miss the frustration
trembling at its worried source.
I speak out in haste,
as I fear my words will fade,
because these feelings
have been long delayed.
It is not anger which drives
my urgent demands,
but, it is with hope that you
will finally understand.
Through all of this noise,
beneath the strain,
There is a caring soul
that is tired and in pain.
And I am not here
for the victory,
I am just hoping
for some humility.
So please, listen out
for the softness
within my voice,
brevity is my only choice.
I am now desperately trying
to break through,
with hands outstretched,
to talk with you.
©️Lizzie Bevis
Apr 12, 2025
Apr 12, 2025 at 4:04 AM UTC
I AM those
SECRETS,
you don't want to
BE TOLD,
I AM the
FEAR,
keeping you from
BEING BOLD.
I AM the
THORN,
that's in
YOUR SIDE
I am the
DECEIVER,
that has taken you
FOR A RIDE,
I AM the
COMPASS,
That'll be your
GUIDE,
If you get
LOST,
then may a
ROAD MAP PROVIDE.
I AM the
"NO!!!"
to your
UNANSWERED DREAMS,
I AM the
ANGRY
to your
BEING MEAN
I AM the
DARKNESS
of the
DARKENED NIGHTS,
THE SUN WILL
BREAK THROUGH
giving you
PLEASURE and DELIGHT,
I AM the
HAPPY
in your
SAD,
When you AWAKEN form this
NIGHTMARE,
Then you will
BE GLAD.
I AM THE
FRUSTRATIONS
THAT HAS RUINED
YOUR DAY, but
HERE COMES
SATISFACTION
TO CLEAR THE WAY
HEY, ARE YOU STILL HAVING THOSE NIGHTMARES???
WHAT NIGHTMARES?????
B.R.
Date; 8/21/2024
Aug 21, 2024
Aug 21, 2024 at 3:48 PM UTC
making beats, making art
losing you was just the start
to my rise, oh I thank divine
I would've kept these feelings inside a year ago
now you will hear my words on the radio
I do not care anymore, the rain cannot ruin me like before
it nourishes me and my creations, empress with no limitations
I am so happy to be me, so happy to be free
no longer tending to the broken birds
rather focusing on my own concerns
Dec 17, 2021
Dec 17, 2021 at 11:25 AM UTC
What's greater than spoken words,
Yet poets flip them seamlessly?
What's Sharper than a Samurai's swords,
Yet great warriors used them bravely?
What's better than a woman's tender body,
Yet some men abuse them repeatedly?
What's purest than the tears she sheds
Yet it flows when she sobs quietly?
What's better than a mother's love
Yet she gives it so unconditionally?
What's more precious than a human life,
Yet many men live ever so carelessly?
What's more disappointing than Donald Trump,
Yet some Americans love him dearly?
Who came up with the idea of slavery,
Yet the world refuses to apologize openly?
Who invented the deadly assault rifles,
That people ****** innocent kids with remorselessly?
Who actually built the pyramids
That to this day, stands rigidly?
What's the function of the U.N,
Why are nations warring perpetually?
Why is it so impossible for mankind
To have peace, live and love harmoniously?
Where's justice for my queen mother
And the innocent people killed senselessly?
Why don't we appreciate the creation of this beautiful earth,
Why do we continue to destroy and mismanage it simultaneously?
Who came up with the concept of religion,
How did God Almighty become
A part of the prosperity Gospel industry?
Why do Rastafarians
Call him Jah,
Who are the true Christians,
Why do Muslims call him Allah?
Who named the Lord Jesus,
And why do priests proclaim
Peace unto us?
Who are Hindus,
What is the story about krishna?
Why do others worship
Budha?
Why do witch doctors
call him Babba,
Why do others believe
In no God,
But pray to the universe?
Why don"t they honor his word,
Yet from the bible quote a verse,
And when things falls apart,
They cry in his name?
What really is that?
Oh what a contradiction
And a big shame!
IvanBrooksPoetry©
7/6/2018
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 4:13 AM UTC
Since you came into my life
It was the first time I set my eyes on you,
it felt like love at first sight.
I knew then that my dreams had come true,
my feeling was so very right.
Since then i've been constantly thinking of you,
with warm thoughts that put a smile on my face.
Some of them seeming very real,
it makes my heart begin to race.
Your voice, when you talk, the way you walk,
I think you are so very fine.
Your every ways make my heart soar,
and sends chills up and down my spine.
I look deep into your beautiful eyes,
to feel something I never felt before.
This feeling, and then I see you smile,
it just makes my heart melt.
The wonderful feeling of your touch,
when we were hand in hand.
It makes me smile and slightly laugh,
now do you understand?
I will treasure all the times we've had,
and the ones that are to be.
For us, I wonder what the future has to bring,
I guess we'll have to wait and see.
Being with you, my prayers have been answered,
I found all I'm looking for.
You are all i'll ever need,
I couldn't ask for anything more.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 1:32 AM UTC
I see how fast the days are passing by,
as there’s so much that’s been on my mind,
soon I’ll be sixteen, eighteen, then twenty,
with a mind so clueless of where to be.
I may be just fourteen,
but it really concerns me,
everyone asks how I’ll be,
in my upcoming twenties.
I’ll have to be educated,
find a job that suits me,
one that also pays off well,
then a happy healthy family.
“Keep your eyes wide open
for a bright future ahead,
do not disappoint us”,
my parents said.
I’ve been questioned so many times
that I am now so worried,
soon I’ll be sixteen, eighteen, then twenty,
with a mind so clueless of where to be.
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC
Except i don't.
but let's roll with it
I want to bleed
all the ways
you aspire me to
I want to bleed
all the colors
you could imagine.
I want to be beautiful
even when no ones watching.
I want to be the sunset
the sunrise.
I want to be the sunlight
for you
on your darkest days.
I want to be bleed
and I want to feel
and I want to be
everything you desire.
and I'm not the brightest
my cynicism has made me dull.
and I'm not the prettiest,
I know too many truths
to let myself become nothing more
than my smile.
heed my words,
heed my warnings.
I am more than you desire--
I hope you can handle it.
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 11:25 PM UTC
The worst part about it is I'm still not even 100% certain that this dream will not come to fruition
And it scares me to think that every time it starts to breech the horizon I still wonder if I will see the light of dawn...
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 8:20 PM UTC
I've got concerns
Ranging from head to toe
But mostly they're about you
I'm not quite sure
But your selfishness
Hasn't worn off on me
It hasn't even affected
How I really think of you
I've got concerns
That are no longer mine
You'll be just fine
And I'm making my own way
Just like I had been
The whole four years prior
I still turned out okay
I've just got one last concern
That involves things deeper
Than the indent on this paper
So it doesn't really matter to you
You still won't understand
That's no longer your concern
I'll be just fine
I'm still making my way
Just like I had been
The whole four years prior
I am turning out okay
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 1:47 PM UTC
I walked into the airport with my usual grimace
Seats colder than my heart when I heard the news
From Ohio to Washington, such a distance
I complained to my parents but their decisions were tightened with screws
People walking, phones ringing
Luggage strolling, my head exploding
This place functions like my worries, they never stop
So rushed, so focused, the ball never drops
No time to stop and hear what I think
You’d have to read an endless book printed in faded ink
People never try to see behind my disguise
My smile dies but mind survives
The struggle to board the plane that would change it all
I wish time could stop, give me time to stall
Out of their hands, the tickets would melt
Along with the ton of ice my heart felt
That’s what I needed right then and there
But I’m sick of this line, “Life isn’t fair”
A dreadful motto I can’t bear to listen to
Or the breathing of this airport
Its well-deserved smothering is well overdue
But they got something running here
Something that can’t be delayed
An intangible eternity
Ignorance perfectly portrayed
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 9:45 AM UTC
you grow up,
(Hopefully.)
just like your mother
you want to be.
A beautiful woman
some day,
you sit
wish
and play,
with makeup
jewelry
and all these things
Never aware,
as a child,
what these things
might bring.
You just want to smile
living in your dream.
of being a model
or fashionable icon
never thinking of
the ways these things
one day
will make you scream.
the men that want
to hold you, just
because you are
a thing.
so pretty
so "perfect"
What is this world worth
when we can't even let our souls sing?
For fear that
we are stalked
and murdered-
or God forbid
worse.
How do you teach a child
to cultivate dreams,
while worrying they'll
end up in a hearse?
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC
When I was a boy I really feared nothing
As a teenager I couldn't have feared less
But as a man when I became a loving father
My life took on all kinds of fearful stress.
You think but worry where your little kids are
You know that they’re at school, at least they were
The horrid thoughts that things might happen to them
Causes panic of the sort we all incur.
But they grow up and they manage to stay in one piece
Then they move away and make lives of their own
Then you get a call to say that one is injured
To the other side of the world you then have flown.
Later still you find your other child is ailing
And you do your best to stay so very calm
While your heart is breaking as you reassure them
This brave person that you once held in your palm.
So yes I fear so many things I never used to
Plus concerns about my body as it grows old
And of course they say we might now live to eighty
But I never did believe all I was told.
But these fears are just the things that keep us careful
It wouldn't do to let them get to rule our lives
For it’s fear of fear that takes you to the limit
It’s the very thing on which the panic thrives.
©JRW2014
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 2:58 AM UTC