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The farmer stooped and took a scoop of soil into his hands.
It was dry and lifeless, less like topsoil than like sand.
On the far horizon a darkling cloud of dust was seen.
Another year without a crop, the times were worse than lean.
Human beings are full of pride, the sin that caused our fall,
sure that, as populations grew, that we could feed them all.
The forests shrank, the deserts grew, and erosion claimed the soil.
Then the crops began to fail all across the world.
Hunger stalks this once rich land, so many lives erased
So many children dead and gone the shovels can’t keep pace.
Is this the end once prophesied, the apocalypse indeed.
Once the seed corn’s been consumed, hope is a slender reed.
This is intended more a plea that a prophecy. The extensive deforestation and desertification of many hectares of former farmland is destroying top soil that would take generations to replace. Our extensive use of chemical pesticides and GMO crops is robbing the earth of the fertility needed to sustain our existence.
Any song can sound sweet,
if you tune your tone appropriately,
and add a lyric,
with a melody
and I have seen where there is a life,
there is a song
but some songs are not only a love song
that notion was a loop, intense, black and blue passionate song
was not romantic

She was a sad song
and I thought I would know how to make it better
like if I could be the only to love her again,
I believed that everything would fall into a melodious love song
but  I lost a few lines of lyrics
and there was bit melody missing that I couldn't find
and I saw too many scratches on the disc
I couldn't let myself be made no longer
trying to fix her entirety.
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@Musfiq us shaleheen
scratches on the disc
 Dec 2014 Veronica
annvelope
Ever since I fell in love with you,
I've been losing my breath.
They had no idea how breathtaking
It is to spend time with you.
Dearest Hedzmy.
 Dec 2014 Veronica
David Ehrgott
Evening is a poem
tangible intangible
infinite moments
there is a big storm
to the south east of our township
the thunder is rolling
across the skies like a loud whip

as it nears the lightning
appears in repeated sheets
they have much voltage
within their bright cleats

soon the clouds shall send down
a wetting irrigation
to fill the gullies and rivers
with needed precipitation

intensity builds in the thunder
as the minutes tick by
of its resounding
there's a strengthening ply

first drops now fall upon
the corrugated tin roof
they are pelting down
with a solid volume of proof

such a grouse sound
to the ear is the rain
for we've had little of it
around our town's terrain

this patch of earth shall be
so fresh in the dawn
after the drenching
the night skies did spawn
the creatures of nature, can sure be a jovial crew
the creatures of nature, can sure be a jovial crew
listening to them I often do, within this piece I'll explain to you
listening to them I often do, within this piece I'll explain to you
within this piece I'll explain to you, the creatures of nature
can sure be a jovial crew, listening to them I often do

birds sing mirthfully neath the sun, their choruses lift the heart
birds sing mirthfully neath the sun, their choruses lift the heart
in a rousing chord cicadas thrum, such a delight they all are
in a rousing chord cicadas thrum, such a delight they all are
such a delight they all are, their choruses lift the heart
birds sing mirthfully neath the sun, in a rousing chord cicadas thrum

the next time you're outside, tune into the natural world
the next time you're outside, tune into the natural world
you'll hear a happy zeal, a resonant gleefulness
you'll hear a happy zeal, a resonant gleefulness
the next time you're outside, you'll hear a happy zeal
a resonant gleefulness, tune into the natural world

their choruses lift the heart, a resonant gleefulness
birds singing mirthfully neath the sun, you'll hear a happy zeal
within this piece I'll explain to you, tune into the natural world
the next time you're outside, in a rousing chord cicadas thrum
such a delight they all are, listening to them I often do
the creatures of nature, can sure be a jovial crew
 Dec 2014 Veronica
Akela Santana
Take away my pain and leave me in a state of pure ecstasy. Make numb or make me ***, I'll vibrate to the enticements. I'll learn from these exuberant dispensations and try to configure our despicable conversations and discover the inequities of our relations.
............. For Jerry.
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