#endangered
To be wed ceremonies
Traditionally brisk time
Wintery- divine sacred
rituals
She elevates every success to the
Sublime
Inner power bells of chime
Sometimes resistance
Need more patience
Internal flame Solstice
Too many humans come
with a price looking into
envision unto whatever will-do
Internal flame nowhere to be tamed
Who is to blame no red carpet
Why do they call it fame?
Winter Solstice chilled wine
Shared/unpaired/homebound
On- our- own- time
Christmas time prayer of hope
Feeling land-locked on tight rope
All disguises internal flame bruises
Masquerade party
On a deserted Island all booked
But where are the people shell- shocked
Dreams are dangerous internal fire
Sleepwalked no life desired
Some people have it all well- stocked
In the apartment minds go deadlocked
Looking out of a window if we can only
see the same beautiful sky
So many endangered species
no
wings
to- fly
Looking at the bottom
the big family dish
My only wish
Seeing our loved ones
In a starfish*
Jul 9, 2023
Jul 9, 2023 at 11:07 AM UTC
Endangered bird
Shy, beautiful with sweet song
Bright yellow color
Shell ✨🐚
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 8:44 AM UTC
Opening my eyes for the very first time
by my mothers side without a single crime
The sun is shining
I am playing
We are sliding
My mum is smiling
I'm anticipating to explore the lands
Without having to hold her hands
Soon I’ll no longer be a pup
Soon I’ll be all grown up
Suddenly I can hear sounds of laughter
The noises started to scatter
Bang bang bang
They’re attacking her
My own mother
She protected me
Pushing me to the sea
To set me free
Telling me to spree
With no time to disagree
The monsters didn’t want my mum
They wanted me, to slit my throat
But this time they’ll return to their boats
Without my warm white coat
Five, ten, fifteen minutes go by
I’m getting low on air supply
I’m afraid to see what above
I wish everything could just be undone
Gasping for one more breath
Circled by all their deaths
Feeling as though I’m about to drown
Whiles fleeing this crazy battle ground
My arms are getting heavy
I don’t think I’m quite ready
My legs are starting to burn
I don’t know where to turn
Swimming as fast as I can without thinking
I find myself trapped in this thick green netting
I don’t want to moan
As I am not alone
I wish this wasn’t real
I think they want me for their meal
Unlike the others I mange to set my self free
With this thick green netting all around me
It’s weighing me down
I don’t want to drown
Five days go by everyday is a struggle
Swimming around stuck in this rubble
You are destroying my home
With no safe place to rome
Up to 200 species extinct everyday
There’s no time to delay
5 of my kind are endangered
It’s time to make changes!
By Coco 07
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 3:13 AM UTC
Endangered like a beating heart
Emotions stir my vulnerable heart
Why, oh, why, my heart,
have you fallen in love from the start?
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 7:12 PM UTC
Your life is made of distant springs and falls,
a straight route is not
what you own
for hurricanes and storms divert your path
to new horizons.
Will you find horseshoe ***** mussels, clams
on the stopovers?
Food awaits you
if the shores are not ravaged
by human greed, ignorance.
Your resilience is written in B95's ordeals,
a mosaic of adventures ingrained in his own cells.
The threads of your trips assemble
the places of Mother Earth connected in its roles;
nothing is detached in the collective harmony of souls.
Red knot shorebird,
peaceful messenger,
icon of strength without rage,
your story is the universal flight of awareness
waiting to be heard.
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 3:28 PM UTC
This
isn't
how
things
should
go:
a slow exhaust
from the efforts
of holding on,
to existing outside
the pages of history.
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 11:23 AM UTC
The Komodo Dragons in the mall
didn't care for me at all
they hissed and climbed the rails
their sharpened nails, too no avail
tongues flicking poisons dire
eyes and minds on fire
a bite and taste of me
hell no, it won't be free
I've got my CHL
**** right I'll give em hell
bullets too their brains
bad smelling their remains
how they got in here
I've got no thought, idea
**** I'll tell ya friends
this **** has got too end
I've dialed up nine one one
"send in SWAT, with guns!"
my last clip abides
seeing lizard insides
looking for somewhere to hide
surviving someway, somehow
just who's endangered now?
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 4:30 PM UTC
.
It seems all around the world
something is happening to the girls.
The problem unto which I refer,
is their propensity to de-fur.
Deforestation is not so nice,
not for the humble ***** lice.
Extinction beckons for this bug,
for the want of a nice warm rug.
© Pagan Paul (2017)
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 5:57 AM UTC
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
they won't for me, I have no doubt
Baked to cinders, turned to ash
reduced to dust, in flare and flash
Put me in your urn of choice
upon your mantle, a silent voice
Residing there in beam of light
through the years, your fallen knight
You may be sure and know it's true
I'll always be there, watching you
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 11:35 AM UTC
I looked about my windowsill,
and there a lovely whippoorwill,
stood and sang a lovely tune,
about my birthday coming June,
Out in the middle of a real nowhere,
where the light is gently falling,
dark come soon as night comes in,
as birds so sweetly calling,
Mosquitoes bite in summer time,
this place can be quite hot,
but staying in would be a crime,
while getting out is not,
For now the lovely whippoorwill,
who sings the lonesome way,
amidst the frozen earthly loam,
and branches in decay,
I sit alone to hear that song,
the whippoorwill, my heart,
take me back to yesterday,
I rise again to start,
Just like a cancer born in June,
the whippoorwill he loves the Moon
He calls her from a lovely perch,
a tall and sturdy silver birch,
I hope to hear him once come Spring
on his flight his love he bring,
so many songs he knows to sing,
on whippoorwill and tiny wing,
a sweet and soulful little thing,
I close my eyes as I applaud,
his lovely voice entrances me,
& in his voice I'm truly awed,
staring not a choice I see,
Endangered in this place I love,
the whippoorwill, a dearest bird,
Please do your part to save the Earth,
I hope his lovely voice is heard.
Cherie Nolan © 2016
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 2:25 PM UTC
Step with the rhythm you made
The daffodils are still dancing
With a flow, deep rays in between
Through the leaves landing on you
And blows, forcing the past to fade
I'll remember you, I'll be in you
But I can't force them to discontinue
They are strong, dumb sculptures
Yet, ready to put misery on you
To end, and test their ordeals on you
Rise, Oh, the empire of protectors
Mother, brighten the wild with intellect
They will reconquer and set the pace
Where never, we expected peace
Will enlighten on her shoulders
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 5:26 AM UTC
They should rename Common Sense
Endangered Sense
Since it's becoming more endangered by the hour
Knowledge is power
Trying to retain more by the hour
Before your brain goes ineptly sour
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 10:02 AM UTC
The first in over sixty years
The whooping cranes are living wild
Now one young pair has laid an egg
And, too, with luck, will raise their child
They near Kissimmee were released
Beating the odds, survived to breed
A ray of hope they might increase
And ***** the armor of human greed
But cranes need water as do we
As still we pump the wetlands dry
Our chains of lakes sprout fat resorts
The river of grass condemned to die
Yet dare we dream we might reverse
This harsh inflicted damage done
Still apathy is our nation's curse
Which battles none has ever won
Today I cheer the whooping cranes
Who still have hope that they might see
Upon some far and distant day
Their offspring's offspring flying free
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 6:00 AM UTC
*Walked on the mud
Her reputation marred
Evading the bird*
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 12:19 PM UTC
There he is,
between the Siberian Tiger and the Maui's Dolphin,
**** Mobilis Nullius.
She does not own a cellphone.
Text for her is the letters and words
that make up a book.
If he wants to take a picture,
he'll use a camera, thanks.
She doesn't want to download, upload,
freeload, overload,
girl, you've got to carry that load
of debt to the telco company.
He watches movies in the cinema
and he doesn't want to be hooked up
to the internet
or caught in the ever-widening net of commerce.
She's happy with the ancient ways,
songlines on the landline
lines on the land
where a woman can walk away
and hear only the ringing
of bird song,
lines on the land
a man can follow to the heart
of somewhere lost
and know only peace.
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 1:00 AM UTC
A timber night in a dark way can't stay for long
plowed down, scorched down - must be torn down
kings of city pipes, dusty concrete heirlooms, read a bible to sleep
Wake in the morning, sun rays shine through dust ridden books
Morals, condoned in heart shaped smoke clouds
Greed's arms will swell rejecting midnights' hiss' "Where will they live?"
'Sirrrrrrrr' 'Homeeee'...... Floating like gas particles, words lost.
A stand alone will die to unknown prosperity
ropes straggle helpless branches
Clenching their last breathes, the weeping skies sit silently
Hateful hateful hunger, feeding the bodies thirst
Our midnight Cowboy song goes: Manufactured green, leaving scorched earth barren, unwritten torch, unseen
For we saw what we wanted to.
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC
Light-years north of the purple, zephyr dome.
The saccharine amulet is like euphoria
Buried below the wet soil of Utopian plains,
An aura born of visual brilliance like the aurora borealis
Is this the homely orphanage for poetic spirits and souls?
The intuitive life- forms worthy of sempiternal light?
Tyrant Ignoramus's army is multiplying,
And assembling more power,
Lascivious like an extreme **********
Certainty of survival? No, there is not,
Nervous like claustrophobic Nibbana.
Life-forces forced to test
The stability of the precipice.
Can balance be maintained?
Only for so long....
Loping for miles,
Exhausting it must be,
Their hooves must go on and on,
Heedless of stopping.
Past Ignoramus's Fortress,
Past the Alchemist's Bridge over yonder,
Light-years north of the purple, zephyr dome.
The saccharine amulet is like euphoria
Buried below the wet soil of the Utopian plains,
An aura born of visual brilliance like the aurora borealis.
This is the homely orphanage for poetic spirits and souls,
The intuitive life-forms worthy of sempiternal light.
Originally written 7/30/11
Revised 10/17/14
(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
As fierce as they can be,
Tigers hunt to survive.
They only do,
What they have to do.
Did you know,
If pray was in sight,
The tiger wouldn't even attack,
Unless it was hungry for a snack.
Tigers aren't all bad.
Not at all really.
They just find their way,
Trying to live.
There's a food chain,
You can't avoid that fact.
They need to eat meat,
So what can they do,
If they didn't ****
They'd die of course!
Would you be happy then?
Because humans hunt them too.
We don't need them for food.
We don't HAVE to **** them for medicine,
Why do most of them **** tigers?
Only for their skin.
Yes, it is beautiful,
But it's not ours to take.
You shouldn't **** tigers,
Just for their stripes.
They would only **** you,
If they needed food.
Food of which,
Some struggle to find.
It's sad this isn't the only reason,
That most of them die.
Those cruel people,
Set up traps all their habitat.
When trapped,
All is painful.
The more that they struggle,
The tighter it gets.
If they're not dead,
By the time those people come,
They will surely **** them,
And all because they want to be rich.
Tigers need saving.
They need our help now.
They're already endangered,
But they have no good enough reason,
To die right out.
We don't need tiger skin.
Can't anyone see that,
It only looks nice on that tiger?
But no, tigers get killed.
It's not their fault,
That people want their beautiful skin.
They may be running out of food,
Because they're running out of trees.
Without the trees,
They don't have much to hide in.
But the poachers don't help.
In fact the truth is,
They make everything unfairly worse.
So please help them.
Donate to charity.
We can save the tigers,
From the cruelty of today.
At the same time as this,
We could help save the trees.
Without the trees,
There is no jungle.
Without the jungle,
There's no home for tigers.
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 8:28 AM UTC