Nature's Damages
The ocean overflows to record naure's damages,
And like the heat of the sun that burns on us;
But, who can stop nature?
All over the globe with tears and cries,
With damage everywhere in the name of catastrophe!
As everywhere is flooded by the great waves,
Bit who can sto nature?
From coast to coast and to the cities,
The weather patterns had really changed!
And the ocean overflows to cause many damages.
Look at Japan and listen to the news,
Nut nobody can stop nature;
And we all have a vision and a mission to fulfil,
But our tears will always flow whenever nature attacks.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A brain peered through stoic eyes;
Yet all it saw was rendered into
Flawed interpretation –
No honoured contemplation of a
Gluon, muon, quark of any flavour;
Nor a vision or conception of its world
Within a universe anthropic in its physical laws,
Inside a boundless multiverse.
All it gleaned and modelled
Bore parochialism well beyond belief! –
Delusional perhaps.
Survival only matters here on planet Earth –
Evolution saw to that.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Cloudy Army* (2003)
Days like this are perfect to be outside.
There is no traffic from above.
There is activity going on somewhere.
Sometimes you can not see it.
This stuff does happen worldwide.
Nature being mean spirited,
Nature being sweet with love,
Nature being both simultaneously...
Suddenly without a care,
Boom! Clash! from afar...
They are coming...
You could even smell them.
Roaming on opposite sides thumping.
Humans of this planet are condemned.
Nature can be mean spirited...
Nature can be sweet with love...
Nature can be even both simultaneously...
They are meeting for the catastrophe.
The ground begins to help with lightning.
Rain attacks with kiss drops...for now.
There's a ricochet of light to a lonely tree.
All humans know is that this is only the begining.
They have collided forming one huge dirty cotton.
It has the area surrounded creating windy debris.
What ever it is, it has begun not knowing the end...
'Clash of the weather fronts your eyes,
reminisce how you miss(ed) the blue skies...'
If this is not enough,
though it's already rough,
what else are they getting from the ocean.
Nature can be mean spirited...
Nature can be sweet with love...
Nature can be even both simultaneously...
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Our nature
Nature dances to no ones rhythm except her own
She sits proud and arrogant on her thrown
She is inconstant, up one day and down the next bout
Like an ocean tide going in and out
Nature is born of the universe
Or is it that she is one with the universe
Nature is inconquerable
Nature is invincible
Nature is beautiful
With an abundance of mysteries, she is bountiful
Nature is original law
When there was no man, she was there before
Nature bore us
Nature is us
poem by Mthoko Mpofana
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I'd Like To Know More About Nature
I'd like to know more about Nature for of Nature so little i know
Though we see the beauty she creates and the beautiful things she does grow
Her rill that is born by the mountain flows downland by many a hedgerow
And it swells into a mighty river and on towards the ocean does flow.
I'd like to know more about Nature for Nature is an amazing thing
The song bird who sings in your garden sings the same song his father did sing
This is just one wonder of Nature how a small bird remembers a song
And passes it on through his genes to his offsprings a secret that to Nature belong.
I'd like to know more about Nature for of Nature i know little at all
Though i just like billions of others can recognize some birds and animals by their call
Great human minds have studied Nature but they only do learn to realize
That there is far more to our Earth Mother far more to her than meets our eyes.
I'd like to know more about Nature though i look at her every day
She guards her secrets with secrecy and from us she hides them away
And those who say they know all of Nature are those who do broadcast a lie
And Nature she lives on forever and we like all of her life forms must die.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Nature Poet
Out there in the great ocean the wild waves toss and roll
The music of saltwater is in the poet's soul
She sits upon the high cliff that overlooks the sea
The beauty in words she captures keeps on eluding me.
She does not write for love of money nor she does not write for fame
She lives a quiet existence and her's is not a well known name
She writes of the four Seasons that ever come and go
A woman who loves Nature and of Nature's ways she know.
Some of those who think they know her say she is rather strange
Her moods are like the Seasons her moods are prone to change
But she is close to Nature and how could they understand
Her anger at human damage to the ocean and the land.
With folded wings into the mighty ocean from the sky the gannets dive
And her wonderment at the ways of Nature's creatures it once more comes alive
And she writes about the gannets as she sits on the cliff above the shore
And her beautiful words inspired by Nature's beauty will live on forever more.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Beauty Of Nature The Poets Inspire
Were I a poet I'd write of Nature's beauty around me
The songs of the birds on bush, hedge and tree
The flowers of the garden so lovely to see
The beauty of Nature to look at is free.
The babble of the waterways the brook, creek and rill
That flow to the river downland from the hill
That flows to the coast all the way to the sea
One of Nature's Goddess wonders none as great as she.
Of singing her praises could one ever tire
The beauty of Nature the poets inspire
To pen their poems to her of her praises they do sing
The beauty of Nature outlives her every Spring.
And though all of her life forms to life come and go
Goddess of Nature whose secrets anybody does not know
Will live on forever she will never die
Unlike all other mortals such as you and I.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Gaia’s Plan
Please, don’t sweep the leaves away –
Their essence gives to life’s decay.
Never hack the flowers down –
Their colours bless the laughing clown.
Now why the mowing of the lawn?
The severed grass will lie forlorn.
Let our flora live undressed,
Or under Man, will toil repressed!
I, the tree of standing still –
Erect and proud, and stout of will,
Aglow with motley bark of earth –
Advance my roots for all they’re worth,
Internalising Nature’s bowels
To snag the devil, tweak his jowls
And pull his hairs from whence they grow!
I’ll destroy his pagan show
Of Homo sapiens’ disrespect!
The humble ape must reconnect
With Gaia’s plan!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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How do you stop Nature
How do you tell the sky to stop being blue?
How do you tell the plants to stop growing?
How do you tell the sun to stop shining
Tell the planets to stop moving?
How do you stop what has already begun?
How do you take the blinkers off one who hangs on to them so?
How?
Why you ask?
Why does she want to stop nature
Well,
What nature is does not need to stop
But this is not nature
Yet it's still like the sky being blue.
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Tis Of Nature I'd Write
Were I born a poet 'tis of Nature I'd write
Poems that Nature lovers would feel happy to read and recite
Of the song of the lark singing o'er the brown hill
And the distinctive babble of the mountain rill
That scurries downhill by ditch and hedgerow
As to the great river it quickly does flow
Though many of her ways a mystery to me
In Nature there is so much beauty to see
And the voice of Nature is carrying in the breeze
In the songs of the birds on the bushes and trees
The soughing of the wind and the huge ocean waves roar
As they crash against the stony cliffs of the shore
In Nature there's so much to see and admire
And of singing her praises could one ever tire.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Mist Upon the Placid Morn
Bleed out your beauty, Autumn –
Give up a gentle wrist, and smear
Your bloody hues atop the green.
Cast a calming throw of heady peace
Upon the cooling land.
And as you grant the sun a final fling of warmth,
Charge the silent air
(Now lolling on a foliar deathbed)
With earthen whiff to intimate the fungal push.
Soon you’ll send a shiver down the watery spine of
Quivering ponds, punctual brooks, and
Listless lakes, to warn them of the freeze to come.
Behold! your mellow spirit
Hanging as a mist upon the placid morn –
A sight that draws a sneaking tear or two – forlorn
Observers are we all of colder climes to view!
Autumn Lady, must you be the summer waning –?
Our adieu to fairer-weather life?
Ah well, at least you hum a warming tone, ensuring
Nature’s rhythm still abounds.
But now you must prepare the mind for chilly times –
You know the drill –
Guiding us along a sloping path
To ease our psyche in to sleet and snow –
The blue-ice bite of winter.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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A Great Player!
Is man playing with Nature?
Or Nature playing with man?
Man by his mind wants all;
He wants all under his control.
But can man control Nature?
Action and reaction are equal!
The more man plays with Nature
The more Nature replies by play!
Winter snow is too much for man;
Summer heat is too much for man;
Why have they become too much?
Man has meddled with resources
Nature has provided for man
And the reaction of Nature is high!
Rules of game man has to learn;
Then only he can win in the game;
Until then Nature is the great player!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Country Walking
I walked a league and o'er the moor;
I walked and walked as ne’er before,
And on to walk from dale to hill
And on again to claim the thrill.
Behold! that walking does for me:
The senses heightened, mind of glee,
While rolling vistas pass me by
To swell the heart, enthrall the eye.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Natures grace
In a shallow brook
That’s full of leaves.
We read our books
While nature grieves.
When we sit and watch
The trees die tomorrow
Will we ever come to know
of nature’s perpetual sorrow?
With all the pain that we have brought
All the damage that cannot heal
Did we ever stop and have our thoughts
About how might nature feel?
poem by Logan Fulk
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Tortured Nature
Nature must be love
It is made by god above
Nature is in place
Nature is always with grace
The nature is green
It is colorful when seen
Nature is serene
It is peaceful ever seen
But people is bad
They make mother nature mad
When nature gets mad
It feels like the wrath of god
Disaster of nature
Is enough of your torture
Nature is flower
It gives love like a lover
poem by Ronald Jay Fiesta
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As I ventured to the Wood
As I ventured to the wood,
I stopped to draw on dewy air; let
Droplets shimmer in my hair, that
Rested on my tranquil head – as
In a sense of cosy bed.
As I ventured to the wood,
A gesturing cuckoo perched above,
And then in song with cooing dove,
‘You're welcome’, bade he, ’Enter please
To roam our land with gentle breeze.’
As I ventured to the wood,
A fallow deer of limpid eye
Gave care to glance at lucky I.
The heavenly aura 'bout her glow had
Charmed me, like a fine Bordeaux.
As I ventured to the wood,
A dazzling flower waved her face
In blazing show of dance and chase, and
Reddened bright in shade of dawn, she
Flirted like a prancing fawn.
As I ventured to the wood,
A butterfly had graced my arm,
And knowing I bid him no harm, he
Splayed for me hypnotic wing in
Colours for to urge me sing!
As I ventured to the wood,
The radiant sun shone down on me.
He flushed and beamed ‘I say to thee,
You bless your land; be filled with pride, and
Cherish e’er yon countryside! ’
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Kerri King
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O Kid, What You Meditate Upon?
O Just born infant kid,
why you sleep all the time,
Not opening your eyes,
what you meditate upon?
You just not know were you are,
This world may change you,
Do you think how can you change the world,
Do you think what is around?
Do you know who brought you?
what is that you meditate on,
You are that,
yet ready to fall into MAYA,
And that you brought with your
own karma and samskaras, Egoless state is beautiful,
Not with ignorance,
But with all knowledge,
Crossing the ocean from this
shore of ignorance to other shore
of knowledge, Both shores, the ocean and boat
all being you!
Listen this kid,
Self is that which,
is beyond every form of energy,
Yet is the infinite source of all,
Beyond the stage on which every
perform its show,
There is the neutral enjoyer, Who is dreaming these world, Earth is that fertile womb,
Where this self entered with
desires,
Desire to know the nature!
Just as one wants to love another
to understand more, Or to have one to understand! Only way out is understand the
nature,
And understand your own
nature,
Let nature go in its own way,
let nature leave you to live in your own way,
For that understand what is Self,
Whether nature and self are one,
Or different from one another?
Without Self or nature no one can
be there, If someone is there,
He is that Truth which can't see
and understand Himself!
You came here to conquer,
Not anything, only to conquer
your own nature, Your own idiocy and foolishness!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Nature's Sorrow
The soft sandgrains on the beach.
Pressed against my feet.
I feel nature.
I feel its touch,
its warmth.
It covers me like a cocoon,
Like I belong,
To nature too.
But I looked from head to toe-
The extravagant clothes and jewellery
And at-
the floating plastics on the sea enjoying
a great ride at nature's expense
Do we belong to nature,
Or-
Do they belong to us?
Just at that time,
Nature cried,
Its tears drenching me of remorse.
I cried too,
Hot tears mixing with the cold, acidic rain.
But nature couldn't see me,
Enveloped among the dark clouds,
Crying its heart out.
Yet I hope,
Among the skies,
that it could least feel it.
O! Ocean
O! Ocean
O! Ever alive, ever living, ever wakeful
You become crazy, fanatic due to bliss touch of sun.
You go on excitement as the male like sun touches you,
O! Ocean you are high tidal,
- You have expression of love.
O! Ocean you exist as the nature does,
O! Ocean you have sorrow- have low tide
You have fair beastliness as the nature has.
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Being in Touch With Nature
Striking beauty surrounds
the world but few stop
to take a look at it. Few
stop to take care of it.
It can become detrimental
to one to not be in touch
with nature. Feel it, touch it, see it
but most of all protect it
Nature's course is a continuous
battle from deforestation to
forest fires to floods.
To fear nature is to fear life
but so many are fearful
to put themselves into it.
My friends, my enemies, everyone
do not be afraid of nature