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That
the sky is brighter than the earth means little,
unless the earth itself is appreciated and
enjoyed.
-- Helen Keller
Sometimes
the sky belongs to me Some
days the sun consoles my fears And
lay a sheet of silken weave --
Submitted by Elizabeth Santos from Pottstown,
PA Like
a virgin whose beauty She
trailed her long vines Endangered,
her species, Embracing
her beauty, As
guilt ran all through me, I
watched as she wilted, Trailing
arbutus, --
Submitted by Gloria Sarasin from Trinity, North
Carolina The
Sun DARKNESS Ever
so slowly, as the sun began to wane, For
a time Darkness would rule supreme But
then bright specks slowly appeared And
as if spurred on by their valiant fight But
this light was just a mirrored token NATURE'S
WAYS Sunny
days now bring about the heat And
then her vital force begins to weaken When
the struggle ends and all seems lost, Slowly,
gently, multicolored blooms appear A
spiral shell lay on the tide-washed sands What
creature made this exquisite palace home Along
a vacant beach I strolled --
Submitted by Elizabeth Santos from Pottstown,
PA Like
a torch of fire burning hot, The
crops all cry out for they thirst The
rivers lie silent without flow, Each
flower stands with bowed down head Fires
angry run amuck What
cries of mercy must ring out --
Submitted by Gloria Sarasin from Trinity, North
Carolina The
shadows are long that reflect In
unison our steps keep time When
in its' presence, I try to hide, Even
though, I know you're me, --
Submitted by Gloria Sarasin from Trinity, North
Carolina As
I reached to pick a bloom, So
oft we reach for things of beauty Some
gardens meant to view as wild Pinks
and reds, yellows and blues, --
Submitted by Gloria Sarasin from Trinity, North
Carolina The
heavens poured their precious tears They
sparkle like a precious diamond I
see the flowers that seem to smile The
boats, that on the dock, struck ground --
Submitted by Gloria Sarasin from Trinity, North
Carolina Personality
changes in the past Fossil
fuels and greenhouse glass Increase
in farming Turn
off the lights in four of your cars I
truly feel with increasing trepidation ©D.S.
2002 --
Submitted by David Soriano from Bradford, PA --
Submitted by LindaAnn GiffenOdgaard Firm
footing required Disregard
the warnings Small
creek overflow Low
lying areas The
Biblical floods --
Submitted by David Soriano from Bradford, PA Its
tranquil still and halcyon calm The
fish disport in waters clear The
corals too their forms display Then
clouds foreboding dense and gray Its
hush before the raging storm The
ripples turn to boiling sea They
foam and froth they groan and growl They
smash and bash the cliff in vain The
resonance of crashing waves we hear The
waters wild is a stunning sight Copyright
©2001 Emile S.T. Cheng --
Submitted by Emile Cheng from Singapore I
like it Mosquito
King I
notice Beautiful
bird --
Submitted by David Soriano from Bradford, PA Atmospheric
circulation patterns Demand
for designer snowshoes Scenes
of the beauty blanket --
Submitted by David Soriano from Bradford, PA I
hear the roaring of machines Their
encroachment upon the lines of wire; One
by one I see the way The
needles falling from the pines; I
now can use the telephone But
what crime, the mighty oak, Guilty
I, for such a crime, --
Submitted by Gloria Sarasin from Trinity, North
Carolina The
night sky is as beautiful Wonderful
things --
Submitted by Mayumi Samarakoon from Toronto,
Canada It
is no surprise Allow
me Are
you the type of being ©David
Soriano 2002 --
Submitted by David Soriano from Pittsburgh, PA So
broad your wings with which you fly; O'er
the fields of new sown daisies, Take
me with you, dragon fly, --
Submitted by Gloria Sarasin from Trinity, North
Carolina
SOMETIMES THE SKY BELONGS TO ME
And wraps me in infinity
Sometimes it turns the other way
And hides itself in clouds of gray
And lifts the wetness of my tears
Some nights the stars and moon embrace
The sorrow written on my face
Upon the pillow where I grieve
When stars have nowhere else to be
Sometimes the sky belongs to me
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TRAILING ARBUTUS
Can tease and entice,
So was the arbutus,
Forbidden but nice.
Emitting her scent
But permission to pick her,
Not given consent.
Protected by law,
To the plight of this flower,
My sight had a flaw.
I held her up close
And drank in her fragrance
That outranked the rose.
for her roots now exposed;
With regret, I now threw her;
This flower disposed.
My conscious, it pricked,
I watched her lie dying;
Guilty, the verdict.
remembered so well;
No more have I seen her
Or fragrance to smell.
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Bringer of life, majestic deity
Worthy of the praise
Of all humanity.
You inspire and daze
And make us feel free.
Always vigilant
Over your domain
Nursing every plant
Back to life again.
Creating new forms
And brightening our days
After rain and storms
With your magic rays.
Warmer of the earth
And of orbs beyond
Forger of rebirth
In the cosmic pond.
Keeper of creation
Before the world begun.
Deserver of adoration,
Our everlasting Sun.
Growing shadows fell on the green prairie
And Darkness rose steadily over the plain
Immersing it in feelings of gloom so
dreary.
And her tentacles appeared all engulfing
That nothing imaginable could redeem
The lightless land and oppressive
feeling.
And the heavenly canopy began to alight,
Faintly at first as if they dreadfully feared
The dark and unknown power of the night.
To end Darkness' overpowering gloom
Silvery rays darted forth and subdued light
Shone as the moon rose up in full bloom.
And Darkness felt confident she had won
And her power was only finally broken
With the rising of the bright morning
sun.Slowly,
gently, multicolored blooms appear
Peppering the air with a sweet
fragrance,
Ripening buds, on each a dewdrop, a
tear
In which the sun's rays perform a
dance.
Nature's way of showing that she
can
Govern herself without the help of
man.
Unveiling her powerful force of
re-birth,
Moving, with a pulsating yet gentle
beat,
Man and beast and all else on
Earth,
Ever forward and yet following the
call
Recorded at the beginning of it
all.
Unable to sustain the original
pace,
Trembling as if by some disease
stricken
Unsure of its will to complete the
race.
Maimed, weak, and ravaged by
time
Nature still retains her dignity
sublime.
Into the dark realm of death Nature
slips
No cry is heard, no counting of the
cost,
Total silence is all that escapes
her lips.
Earth, too, doesn't mourn nor does
it weep
Realizing Nature isn't dead, but
just asleep.
Peppering the air with a sweet fragrance
....
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A conch with polished marble walls
That echo not the sounds
Of a silent mollusk
But the rhythms of my heart
A cherished prize from the salty brine
A gift of beauty
A jewel to the eyes
A mystery to the mind
With curved hallways that twist inward
To an unknown place
A place to harbor
The secret joys within me
Was it Neptune who lifted you
From the depths of the sea floor
And caused you to settle here under an April
moon
To be found by someone who would worship
The perfection of your form, and keep you
As a reminder of the
Magnificence of life?
At dawn, and found myself
Wrapped in a shell of sea colors
Just as my body harbors a soul unseen
So does this shell contain the mysteries,
The intrigue and the wonderment of life
That spiral through my mind
If we could exchange places,
Would you hold me in such reverence?
Would you ask me to tell you
The purpose of life?
If so, I would know and hold the silent answer
For I could only echo the rhythms of your
heart
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It sends its' unrelenting rays
Upon the crackled dried up earth.
And bow their heads as if in prayer
For just one cloud to release its'
tears.
No splash against the rocks is heard;
Just the crackling of the clay.
While leaves enclose as if to hold
The precious drops of morning dew.
As if revenge was what they sought
For the one who raised their ire.
Before Mother Nature sheds her tears,
Giving drink to an earth that thirsts.
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silhouettes upon the ground
And for once, I too, stand tall
While it follows me around.
And I feel we walk as one
But oh, how small I stand alone
Without the shadow from the sun.
I find my efforts all in vain,
For on the ground, I see my image,
Until the sun begins to wane.
I'm not alone when you're around
For when I feel like six feet tall;
There I see you on the ground.
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A thorn it pricked as if in scorn;
For I had threatened its' short life
By attempting to my home adorn.
And thus to claim them for our own
But when we do, their spirit ravish,
Find they perish when no seeds are sown.
And their beauty multiply
but when we reach to cut their limbs,
We sadly kiss their life goodbye.
Sprinkled like paint upon the meadow;
God's canvas of beauty for us to view
And thus spread their joy when allowed to
grow.
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Upon the thirsty dried baked earth.
I look to see the tiny droplets
That to the flowers gave rebirth.
But their worth to life is greater than
For no diamond has for us saved life
Like heaven's tears do for a man.
And watch the grass before me grow;
The only part of this I dread
For soon it's time again to mow.
Will now be heard as motors roar;
I know not why the heavens cried
Yet happy for their tears once more.
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Theories of boundary levels
I think we have already crossed
The threshold of global patience and
limitation.
Heated up and temperature rising
The atmosphere a nice warm coat
Tales of Venus and trapped radiation.
Feed the growing population
Ice caps melting in the summer sun
Short and unusually mild winters.
Insulate your mansion properly
Plant a new tree and hold your breath
Don't do anything requiring energy.
That the Earth we all call our home
Has changed her point of view
We are an annoying skin irritation.
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surrounding my spirit my soul and my mind
He blends with a mist
from the depths of the sea
and the two become one with nature and me
I am watching the stars
in their beauty and grace
a dazzling fire suspended in space
with the waves rolling
determined and strong
filling my heart with a heavenly song
ah, THE LILY OF THE VALLEY
is beckoning me
my REFUGE
and strength in the midst of the sea
from Vernon, British Columbia, Canada
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To cross small rivers and streams
Shallow stream makeup
Will determine your forward speed.
And serious damage will happen
Virtual reality panorama
From inside a capsized arc
Invariably from sudden flash flooding
Doppler weather indications
We better take fast cover.
Traveling people use extreme caution
Heavy rain persisting
Until the canopy is empty.
And the coming greenhouse apocalypse
Ancient climate science
Coming back at us again.
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Reflecting rays of blinding sun
Their rainbow hues delight us sheer
Fantastic shapes and colours gay
They shroud the earth from the light of
day
Thence blows the gale in furious form
The waves surge high and creatures flee
Their tantrums show in ways most foul
The rocks stand stiff with full disdain
The sprays are like the sparks of fire
When calm and clear evokes delight
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The usual sign of spring
Bird with fantail flicking upward
Flycatcher bird on schedule.
Coming back for the summer
Your home is my home
Noticed four in the nest while I'm
barbecuing.
You're working nights and weekends
No sunflower seeds desired
Only bugs accepted- super flycatcher!
With pale eye rings and threatened brethren
You are welcome back
Whenever.
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Chances of heavy snowfall certain
Ultimate personal picture postcard
Solo frolic in the freezing fun.
The classic winter late delivery
Frontogenesis fantasia
I'll take it as it comes.
Take me in your understanding grasp
I'll give you a rapid update
It's me cold Mother Nature loves.
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As saws cut off the top of trees.
The song of birds, they now are silent;
Drowned out by noise and falling debris.
An interference now, their limbs removed.
Nature and suburbia intertwined
With the former now reproved.
That's made for man to build with brick.
As one by one the trees are cut;
Giving Mother Nature another kick.
Another tree that's left to bleed.
But for its' wound I feel no pain
But mourn the silence as I read.
But have no use I feel for pines.
Their cones that clutter up the ground
And branches tangling up the lines.
That for years, allowed to grow.
Must we turn them all to dust
Without their worth to ever know.
And for my sins, someday will pay.
For as each forest is cut away;
I'll know the cost that comes one day.
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As beautiful as when
The sun peaks from the hills;
The waves rolling down the beach;
The prairie with the tumbling fields;
With the stars shining and dancing
Dazzling the dark sky
The moon comes out
And says hello
Making everyone smile with joy
In the night sky
As you keep your eyes
Up high
You wonder
What is the universe?
The world?
This life?
And just maybe, you could see the answers
There, in the night sky
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To a brightly colored flower
Laying in the early uncommitted sun
That you would visit once and again.
To intoxicate you with my pollen
I will love you
And soon die.
Appreciative of the ecstatic instant?
If not, I would still pardon thee
Dear butterfly, I am still a holy
flower.
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Where did you get them, dragon fly?
If they were mine, what sights I'd see,
With wings so light, I'd fly with thee.
I'd float along like a summer's breeze
And when it be, I close my wings,
Let it be among the nature's dressings.
Upon your wings and bid goodbye
To this life for just awhile;
Let me fly with you just one mile.
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