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  Celebrate Our Planet For the week beginning with Earth Day this Thursday, we encourage the submission of poems, essays, resolutions, tips on living green and liking it, or simple expressions of love and hope for a healthier happier future for our planet. Prizes given for best poems, essays, resolutions, and tips. The Peace of Wild Things When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still waters. And, I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting for their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free. Wendell Berry  Envoy of the Absolutes ...No doubt every raindrop tells a story. Yes, all it asks is our prayer of attention, lifted to note how the shape of a tear drives a carriage through tunnels of soaked earth to the daily underground explosions nursed in old trees' headlines, those sprung roots flexing beneath our footsteps raining their little journeys of everyday. Such raining connects us to a child's attention: oiled headlines arcing the surface of puddles, face lifted to taste what falls from the sky--that simple daily care of the soul before we enter the carriage of language, wheeling the roads of named worlds. Press all, the child observes in one unraveled hour; Express all, she never hooks in words. Hum attention daily, with fresh abandon, to random life; its headlines of burnt toast, white cups, the gleam of morning's carriage arriving at your pane of sky blue or raining, Holy abundant life approaches with lifted open hands asking only that we, with lifted open hands, recognize the power of raining perfect attention to what is given us all. Candice Stover "Absolute attention is prayer"...Simon Weil The gift of our Earth Day logo is offered to all who post to use as a sig this week ! image:1666152  Check out:
http://www.earthday.net/  Let Man Have Dominion Along the strips of golden sand Evidence of attempts by man To build a bridge over time and space To connect the watery, sandy place. Poles for carrying utility Man's futile attempt at mastery. The land's beauty man would mar With poles and lines and gravel and tar. Then nature says, "I've had enough." The winds blow and the seas become rough. by n2journey1. EARTH This planet Earth, our natures haven, Our beautiful orb once known as Eden. A globe on which we live out our days; Mother Nature, she always repays. This sphere of idyllic blue and green, Most of which has never been seen. This ball on which we make our lives, Does need our help so it survives. We must cut back on pollution and fossil fuel, Or this planet will whither and turn so cruel. No more will its beauty be for our children, If we allow our ecosystem to become barren. April 22nd is the day to think of Earth, A day to remember what it is worth. Just one day a year is all they ask, To save our Earth, let's make it our task. Gone are the marks that were left by man The world is cleaned by God's own hand. by sciwriter1  Mother Earth-Earth Day Remember in days of old of stories you were told. Air that was very clean pollution wasn't to be seen. Showing respect to all things Sky, land, animals, human beings. Mother Earth she was so green A vast array of beauty to be seen. Respecting the land we live upon not destroying anything thereon. Only taking things we needed to live planting a tree in return we'd give. What happened to us along the way? We turned the sky a dingy gray. The streets, land are littered with trash All the beauty of this land, gone in a flash. We have come full circle on this Earth Day Help keep our land green, this I pray. By Cissy Evergreen An Evergreen, tall and straight, crowned by heaven, shelters the quill that roost in green branches. Her roots grasp the spinning terra firma -- yet motionless, gently rocking with invisible forces. Majestic and proud, she blindly battles elements that sting the air. Rain and hail, sleet and snow -- all relent against her strength. Man, ignorant of true beauty, sparks her fall. Charred memory cedes the hull. Below ashes, offspring arose, a sapling from good brown earth, anointed by heaven. by bkcompton Litter Begone! Two coffee cups, a printed tag, Some soda cans, a dirty rag, Cigarette butts, old chewing gum, Seeing that litter makes one numb. In the country, on the highway, In the city, on the driveway, Near the ocean, along the beach, Litter in places out of reach. Poisons animals, ugly sights, Kills plant life, ruins city sites, Pollutes the waters, kills the fish, A quick solution is the wish. Educate people, start a trend, Adopt a site, recruit a friend, Pick up litter, volunteer time, Set an example and STOP the CRIME! By NFR One Day You Shall Return The day was chilled, sending waves of frost upon the land. The sun was hidden from view by those who waited for the powerful rays, to break through the chilly morning air and warm their nakedness. Men and children rustled about seeking brush and dry sticks in hopes of making a fire, to keep them warm from the exposure. The woman hid amidst the fallen and rotting trees, in hopes of finding heat. But there was one woman, who did not scuffle under the trees, or dead and decayed brush, but walked, unbent and tall with ageless wisdom, speaking to the woman. "My sisters, you hide your nakedness, under the fallen trees and brush, you wait for the sun to come out to warm and comfort your bodies from the chill. The chill, of which I warned your mankind, they would bring upon the mountain and all which it surrounded. Freezing the rivers and killing the food, which you would need to feed your young. Your mankind, came from the same Mother as I, the same Mother as you, the same Creator, who blew the breath of life into the dirt and created all which walked upon the earth, giving you, they and I the gift of life. A life of which I became rooted and grew, loving all that our dear Mother provided. But that life was not appreciated by all mankind, he could not live with the singing of birds, so he destroyed them, he could not live with the smell of fresh pines, so he cut them down and in doing so he destroyed them. Mankind, became bored, so he began to gouge out our Mothers heart, her stomach and down into her feet, to build stone houses to keep out his neighbors and this saddened our dear Mother deeply and she sent away the sun and the moon, and in their place, she sent floods and plagues, to destroy mankind. Now mankind lives in virtual darkness and cold environments. Mother, has been so deeply angered that she took away the last beautiful flowers and this is what have become of your land and your mankind; a continual cold and windy chill, before a silent return to the grave. Please take care of the earth and the earth will take care of you." By MDuci What Lies Ahead Tomorrow It is here, where rushing water cascaded across this valley; A boy sat at the edge, skipping stones, without a wonder at all for what lies ahead tomorrow. A breathless arrival of shadows, streaming down to bid farewell to this netherworld, where swimming creatures, rarely seen, meander among the silt-drawn path at the bottom. Now, it all fades dry under the blistering sun, with only photographs to mark proof of its former existence. Disappearing fast, along with the rain, a puzzle remains in its path. It is here, where birds pick at the cracks, searching for petrified nourishment. A man sits at the edge, eyes closed, rememberins, wishing and pressuring hope for what lies ahead tomorrow. By Janie Ruth  Long Live the Lorax The Grickle-grass grows, blows, in the far end of town lives Lifted Lorax. No birds ever sing; miles of bare empty field, so who is the Lorax? Ask Once-ler to tell how the Lorax got lifted and taken away. Back when grass was green, pond was still wet and clouds clean; this glorious place I first saw the Trees. Great leaping joy in my heart for Truffula Trees! Oh, Truffula tufts - sweet smell of butterfly milk much softer than silk. For bright-colored tuft I chopped down one little Tree made Truffula thread. With soft thread we knit Something-That-All-People-Need, I give you a Thneed! How business did grow to the sound of chopping Trees - Super-Axe-Hacker. ‘I am the Lorax, sir, because they have no tongues I speak for the Trees.’ 'Mister I ask you, please at the top of my lungs – stop chopping down Trees’ Thneeds are quite useful, the factory working full tilt and no harm is done. Humming-fish gills gummed biggered loads of Thneeds ship out Brown Bar-ba-loots leave. More smogulous smoke, Swans can’t sing with smog in throat they too must move out. Last Truffula falls - sickening smack of an axe. No more Trees or Thneeds. The Lorax silent; gives sad, sad backward glance when lifted from mess. Left behind one word 'UNLESS' and Truffula Seed to plant one last Tree. Give it clean water, Truffula Trees we all need, and feed it fresh air. Grow then a forest. Protect it from hacking axe. Lorax may come back. By: Novacatmando Beneath the Smoke Dark the blade where memory hides ~ and evermore becomes a dream of life we took without remorse. The best of earth was dressed in green. Tall the pines once marked this way ~ where violets played their lullabyes ~ where dew was pressed against the morn ~ another heaven left to die. Deep the water's ancient blue ~ was meant to hold eternal life but turned to dust within our hands ~ as sunlight raged against the night. Black the skies ~ a falcon soars beneath the smoke our children pray. A call to change ~ our will to move beyond the choice of yesterday. By TornadoDay Natural Order Butterfly hovered oe'r the lotus white, “Flower dear, open your heart; that I may drink my fill of its nectar, sweet and light.” “I will, but of return favour make Yea, Saffron treasures spread, to blooms far and wide.” She fluttered by, true to her solemn vow; Blossoms swelled to fruit, seeds cocooned inside. Hesitant, Seed asked of the Earth below, “Give me warm embrace, please let me inside. Protect me, nourish me, till I come out. Birds, insects - from predators I will hide." Trembling, the seed fell and wriggled about. "Of course, child; why should you this welcome doubt?" She cleaved and encased in a moist warm womb. “I ask only that, when leaves and roots sprout, Hold me tight, so pouring rain will not doom.” Seedling thrust out two leaves of timid green, Beseeching, "Sun, give me warm sustenance." Said he, “Energy please store, deep within, for you or others - nurturing viands” Roots sought water, from the river so far, longer and thinner, they lost hope of aid, Playful Child poured some from her earthen jar. Trilled she,"Just let me rest in your cool shade." The tree burgeoned tall, Man chanced by one day, whistling a tune of prosperity fine, ripe crown of ruddy bounty made him say, "Who is to stop me from making this mine?" Tucked up his dhoti a long length of cloth wound around the legs, a nether-garment , climbing skills displayed; Stripping it of fruit, casts a greedy glance at majestic trunk, boughs in prayer splayed. Against ruthless axe, it never had chance. “Why?” cried out Motherland in anguish keen “We all gave and took in equal measure, “Twas law unspoken, a justice unseen, disturbed by your selfish thoughts of pleasure. Beware, Man; your doom - speedily beckoned, shortly waits. Do, as you would be done by. If by this rule you will not be reckoned - Your world razed, your heart empty you’ll espy. By Jyo_An The Earth is the Lord's The Earth is the Lord’s and the fullness thereof, but we are His tenders and must treat it with love. Flourishing foliage will grow limp and decay if we do not cultivate a new outlook today. Lets recycle bad habits that harm our globe; don organic cotton: a green royal robe. We must biodegrade our endangering mores; reverse our lifestyle and hope it endures. Please do your part to save this sweet Earth. Lets give our great planet a new second birth! By Simply_Complex Inflorescence Mecanique We are on site before the sun; Whilst the clay sleeps still ‘neath thin sheets of shade, Pensive boughs peer over our shoulders, Perusal marked by vacillant sway. Whispers of dissent ruffle verdant crowds in sweeps; Perked heads at the sight of reformers Bearing most dreadful violate pax. We bestow our blessing freely. Yet who could cry us such harriers of the earth? What rose could spurn our hydraulic grasp: Twin graceful cups in mist gray bloom, Perched atop a rust pocked stem, Parted to drink the sky? By Kodachrome  Rain, How Beautiful it is I just love it when it rains, Chills go through me and my veins. I hear the splash and sound on my window, As I lay in my bed on my pillow. Rain is what makes flowers grow, And makes everything all aglow. The smell is so divine, Makes a person just pine. It soothes me to get some rest, That is what I love the best. God makes these wonderful attractions, He's the one who puts rain into action. God does all these wonderful things, It's the beautiful rain He brings. God truly has infinite power, He is there every waking hour. Thank you Lord for making the rain, For this I will never complain. Your wonders we will hold tighly, My faith in you will shine brightly. By Janice012001 Earth's Care God gave us the greatest gift to care for, Earth, His creation that is teeming with life on land, in sea and heavens; through eons we have lost our way. We have forgotten what’s important and by doing so the earth has suffered, our resources diminished by our hands. Yet there's still time to change the outcome then give our hearts to cherishing this beauty we have tarnished, turning back the tide of misusing the earth to save her for our children’s future use. By ShelleyA A Call to Earth Powers Come earthen elements, rise with power now. Man heeds not sage advice: on earth we are one. Stand, protect your Being from premature death. Speak your truth so all will hear and create change. The future depends on actions taken now. Help our will wake and bend to nature’s wise way. By 1StarSong  I’m just a tree, Though wee I might be, As a tiny, little sapling, I’m constantly grappling. I’m just a tree, The wind blows by me. Whispering through my leaves, It whips, winds and weaves. I’m just a tree, I want to be free From the powers that be Threatening to demolish me. I’m just a tree Why can’t they see? If I’m tall and sound, I’ll protect precious ground. I’m just a tree, Please hear my plea: If I am alive Our planet will thrive! By Gemini Poet Please visit International Tree Foundation to learn more about what you can do to help save our trees and forests. Please also go to A Billion Acts of Green! to find out things you can do to help save Mother Earth! Entered in "The Earth Day Challenge" contest. The word count for the poem (needed for the contest) is 86 and line count is 20. The counts do not include any of my notes. Also submitted to "Make Earth Day Count " . |
#35. Earth Day entry #31. Short story perhaps? #25. another #24. A tribute #23. Earth Day Poem #22. Earth Day Poem. #21. Essay Entry #20. Some thoughts. #16. Beneath the Smoke ~ |
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