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The Trees, The River, The Skies And The Sea

the trees that we cut, the rivers that we pollute,
the sea that we abuse, the skies that we cut from our sights,
the explosions, the wars, the blunders

that man inflicted on his world
this is felt and everything destroyed once wriggled in pain

on this misery. what have we done? what have all these creatures
and landscapes done to deserve our cruelty
and insensitivity?

we may be gone at the end, when they take the vengeance
the sea opens up and swallows everything
the skies spit fire and thunder
the trees all die and the land fumes all the lava hidden underneath

we will lose every breath
and they may rejoice about our deaths and dissolution

there will be peace
but there will be no more meaning

for in truth, whatever we do, on these miserable events
they all exist and have meaning
because it is still we who give them, their meanings too.

why can't we live in harmony? the sea, the trees, the land, the clouds,
the skies, the rivers, they all want to embrace us

we belong to them
and they to us.

let us stop this cruelty, they are all our allies, our lovers.
as they worship us, we too must worship them.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Story To Tell To Your Lost Civilization...

at first there was peace
trees bear fruits
that turn ripe and children
climb the trees
to gather the apples and
savor what sweetness is there
that nature
has to offer

the land is vast
the sea is immeasurable
the skies infinite
the rivers keep on running
forever
the ocean's depths and
abundance
untiring

people misunderstand what ownership is
stewardship is an alien concept
there is always the want to have
greed is cancerous

a country expands
dictators abound
conquerors become heroes
of their lands
bringing slaves and
the fortune of
others

nature is made to bow down
to caprices
whims are the rules
to destroy is to own
to abuse is to use

wars are made like the way the bombs
are stored
like the way the swords and spears
were once sharpened
to kill

there is always nothing enough
for the imperialist
nothing satisfies the conquerors
disguised as the discoverers of
the new world

and so there will always be war
rebellion will always mushroom everywhere
nothing rests

and it will always be the 'dead who can see
the end of all these wars'

at the end who wins? ah nobody
everyone perishes
and nature shall grow its roots again
to retake its long gone leaves and flowers

its green mountains its pure rivers
its clean and blue oceans
its clouds untainted by the smoke of gunpowder
the mushrooms of that nuclear warfare....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Way

The way your heart beats when I hold you tight
The way you sigh when we kiss goodnight
The way the wind blows through the trees
Well hey, thats the way you belong to me
The way you warm me baby when Im cold
The way you make me want you body and soul
The way the rivers run to the sea
Well hey, thats the way you belong to me
The way you soothe me when Im in pain
The way you make the blood rush in my veins
The way the winds rush through the trees
Well hey, thats the way you belong to me
When I lose faith you take my hand
The way you make me feel like Im a man
The way the sun belongs to the sea
Well hey, thats the way you belong to me
The way you make me feel like I belong
And if I could girl though I know itd be wrong
Id lock you deep inside
till the last rains fall
And hide you from the emptiness of it all
Sometimes at night I lie awake
I pull you close and feel each breath you take
The way the rivers belong to the seas
Well hey, thats the way you belong to me
Well hey, thats the way you belong to me

song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Mountains Landscape

Thousand mountains around the parks,
A flock of birds flying high up the skies,
Above the misty clouds,
Above the sea and mountain cliffs.

A sudden appearance of rainstorm,
A heavy downpour flooded the lands,
Trees move and sway in the storm winds,
Water rapid gorging the rivers.

Lose self in the undulating valleys and peaks,
In mystical mossy forests,
Sprawling jungles trails and plantations,
classic tropical flowers, trees and farms

Lose yourself
In the mystical long rivers and waterfalls
In the mists over the highest point of the highlands
And re-discover yourself again.

poem by Lawrence Hiung
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When they ask me my beloved

When they ask me my beloved,
How can I still love you so strong?
I tell them how can I forget
The only one who gave me the tender love and the strength To fly higher then the skies above
Where my soul always finds his love.
Even if he is gone, i confess
Still my soul flies there to take a rest
From the abject truths of the life
And how people do you want me to forget
Dont you know that once you feel the real love There is nowhere to run away to escape

When they ask me how can I love
The one who destroyed the meaning of love
What can I do when the love itself is selfish and blind
How can I forget the only one
Who raised my soul up
And with him I touched the higher skies
I flied with him to land of the love
There upon behind the blue skies once
And there our souls made love
When you fall there's no place to run to escape love
So I choose the love dough it hurts some times But he is the reason I still survive
Only one who can take me even in my dreams
To the paradise that I cant breath without
Everytime that he comes to my mind
I fly to him there the hidden place on the sky
Where we all lovers meet our love ones there
Even when they are gone!

poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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100 degree C

Fire, fire, fire
The earth is burning
No spring, no autumn, no snowfall,
No green leaves

My forest, my trees, my bamboos,
My flowers,
Crying in the midnight

Winter becomes summer
Summer become lava
Lava becomes human

My clouds, my rain, my ponds,
My rivers, my lakes, my oceans,
Each looks like the sand of desert

Buildings are high
Furniture is beautiful
Nuclear weapons are pretty
But the morning dews never fall down
The sky is start burning

My trees getting vaporizing
They make me boil
Human beings make me fire

If I stop cry today
Everything will disappear tomorrow

Don’t let you keep me at 100 degree C
Kind for tomorrow
Kind for your souls!

poem by Kenebo Rajkumar
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Let the Spring Winds Blow

Who divided the rivers and mountains
Forty-five years ago, hearts were torn, blood flowed
Standing and waiting, turning to stone looking at my homeland
The cries of anguish are no longer heard No fertile land for the trees to grow, no water to float the ships
No flight in the sky, where did it go
Known long ago, Korea was the rising sun of the East
Everywhere, tall trees, clear waters, blue skies To roam everywhere, to greet everyone
But that was yesterday
Spring comes to other countries, where everyone can travel
But winter snow blocks the path to my homeland Following year to year, people and seasons come and go
I am waiting, why are the spring winds not blowing
Winter is long and cold but spring must come
The seeds are waiting to bloom Spring has arrived, let us join hands
Let us plant trees on the mountains
Let us sail our ships on the rivers
Let us fly far into the sky

poem by Michael I. Byun
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Dont Fence Me In

Wildcat kelley, lookin mighty pale,
Was standin by the sherrifs side
And when the sherrif said Im sendin you to jail,
Wildcat raised his head and cried
Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above,
Dont fence me in.
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love,
Dont fence me in.
Let me be by myself in the evenin breeze,
Listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees,
Send me off forever but I ask you please,
Dont fence me in.
Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies.
On my cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountains rise.
I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
Gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
I cant look at hobbles and I cant stand fences
Dont fence me in.
Wildcat kelley, back again in town,
Was standin by his sweethearts side,
And when his sweetheart said come on lets settle down,
Wildcat raised his head and cried
Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies,
Dont fence me in.
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love,
Dont fence me in.
Let me be by myself in the evenin breeze
Listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you please,
Dont fence me in
Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies
On my cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountains rise.
I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
Gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
I cant look at hobbles and I cant stand fences
Dont..... fence me in.
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Edited by cool hand luke

song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Dont Fence Me In

Well, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above
But dont fence me in
Let me ride through that wide open country that I love
Dont fence me in
Let me be by myself in the evenin breeze
Listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you please
Dont fence me in
Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies
On my cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountains rise
I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
Gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
I dont like hobbles and I cant stand fences
Dont fence me in
(instrumental break)
Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies
On my cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountains rise
I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
Gaze at that ole moon until I lose my senses
I cant stand them hobbles and I dont care for fences
Dont fence me in
Oh no...dont you fence me in

song performed by by Louis Armstrong
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That is nature!

A winter’s freeze
Down to a sneeze

A summer’s breeze
On the beach
They all try to squeeze

That is nature
The birth of sea creatures
Animals grazing on pastures
Trees, flowers and crops mature
Young offspring’s are nurtured

That is nature
When the sun sets and rises
While clouds wear bland disguises
As droplets of rain or snow falls as a surprise
Landscapes and scenery do likewise
Complimenting the formidable skies

That is nature
Sun, moon and stars
Twinkling at us from afar
Rain, snow and thunder

I’m mesmerized
Totally magnetized
As nature exceeds a pinnacle
And feeds us once again with a miracle
Inducing the motion
That the land will divide
To the birth of a new ocean

That is nature!

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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So Many Look Up To The Wealthy

Why so many respect oil barons and mining magnates
Is something I could never understand
When these people only take from Mother Nature
They foul her oceans and pollute her land.

Because of them marine and land life becoming rarer
And species becoming extinct every day
For interfering with the environment
There has to be a price as such to pay.

So many wildborn creatures near extinction
And animals and birds becoming rare
Due to deforestation and mining and oil drilling
And far too few for Nature seem to care.

So many look up to the wealthy tycoons
But somehow they do not seem to realize
That they rob Mother Nature of her beauty
Pollute the land and seas and smog the skies.

Some have become billionaires out of stealing from Mother Nature
And a most luxurious lifestyle they enjoy
Still because of them the Planet all the poorer
They pollute the land and sea and smog the sky.

Those who look up to those who defile Nature
Perhaps somehow don't seem to understand
That because of them Planet Earth all the poorer
Since they pollute the ocean and the land.

poem by Francis Duggan
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For You

Exhorting one and another,
Not forsaking the gathering of ourselves;
Because some people do worship trees and,
Others do worship stones in this world.
I do have my sincere love for you and,
I will be there always to lead you on;
For the truth is always the truth.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Fallen Spire [A Flemish Village]

THE spire is gone, that slept for centuries,
Mirrored among the lilies, calm and low:
And now the water holds but empty skies,
Through which the rivers of the thunder flow.

The church lies broken near the fallen spire:
For here, among these old and human things,
Death sweeps along the street with feet of fire,
And goes upon his way with moaning wings.

On pavements by the kneeling herdsmen worn
The drifting fleeces of the shells are rolled
Above the Saints a village Christ forlorn,
Wounded again, looks down upon his fold.

And silence follows fast: no evening peace,
But leaden stillness, when the thunder wanes,
Haunting the slender branches of the trees,
And settling low upon the listless plains.

poem by Herbert Asquith
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The World Is Yours- A Walk On Mishmar- Ha-Am Street

THE WORLD IS YOURS
A WALK ON MISHMAR- HA- AM STREET

The world is yours
If you can go slow in it
You can stop and see
Flowers and trees
You can look around you
And see a thousand different skies.
You can live in light.

If you go slow
And let the world around you
Unfold in you
You will be a song
And at peace
And enjoy who you are
You will be in this world too.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Autumn Months Splendor

The Autumn Months Melody
The hot summer days are gone and rolled by
The cool autumn months have once again arrived
The autumn majestic spirit permeates the land
It is another new day of autumn
The far sun above the horizon sends its rays and gentle warmth
on the valleys, mountains and hamlets
Nature has dressed in beautiful colors
The jolly trees are painted with red, yellow and brown
The autumn trees adorn the valleys and mountains that hug the skies
It is a portrait of panoramic dazzle
The brisk wind blows over the meadows
The cool wind sweeps the plains and fields
The tall trees dance and bow gently in grace
The tree branches hiss, swing and sway
The shivering leaves quiver with the wind
The green pastures are dotted with a mosaic
of dried brownish scattered leaves
Joining autumn happy symphony
The singing joyous birds, the playful beavers
The swimming silver fish in the water streams
All bring a solemn joy
The sun slowly climbs the immense skies
The autumn patchy clouds cast their shadows on the peaceful land
All painting an awesome picture of beauty, love and harmony
How beautiful are the melodies and splendor of the autumn months!

poem by Sherif Monem
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Let Us Talk About The Hunger

Let's talk about the children
Not the tigers trees or whales
Let's talk about the hunger.
Not the guns sins or jails
Let's talk about the innocent blood
Not god faith or prophets
Let's talk about the tears.
Maybe then we can stop it

Let's talk about the reason
Children sleep out in the cold
I'm tired of the greenhouse speech
It's getting a little old.

Let's talk about the meaning
Of why the world is blind
Sound asleep and dreaming
Everyone has words to cure.

Silent are the voices
When human blood is spilled
Before we save the whales and trees
Let's talk about truth
Children come before the trees
Let's discuss the root.

A noble act indeed
But if we spent it on the children
We would give meaning to the seed
Let's talk about the day
We set the children free
Show them they are loved
More than any animal or tree

poem by Dr.genny Anderson
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From Womb To Womb

from the womb of my mother
where i once slept
i shall walk up straight
and run and play and then
stop for a while
contemplating about my
sweetest surrender
and then i bow down to
earth
with all respect
genuflect and kneel
and prostate my whole being
before its sun
its trees its rivers
and skies
praying that i be taken
back
to its womb
where i shall sleep
contentedly
forever

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You Told Me

I remember you reading me about
Places beyond the mountains,
Above the trees and behind rainbows-
You told me that skies turned gray here sometimes
And the sound of thunder would
Resonate throughout -
The places I used to run and hide from and
Those places where the skies would at times turn red in hue
Where the light of the sun would bear down
Upon that paranormal pond I so often spoke of-
I had told you about the world I lived in where
Few people lived and cats ran wild while
Trees grew tall to scrape the clouds as
Pink and silver as they reflected in
The course of a running stream that lead
Towards a safe place where I could hide from
That world I so feared where cars ran vicariously-
Clocks ran from nine to five in that world where
Three billion people were known to live-
That world where I had never felt safe at home.
To retreat to the land beyond the mountains and
Behind rainbows-
I told you in those rare moments when I was afraid to speak and
Fearful of everything you deemed as “real”-
I know the world in which you live is real to you and
Although this land of purity, and through my eyes
I saw as safe and majestic-
You told me this was none but a delusion-
I remember living for a short while
In your world, where guns fired, thunder clapped, cars would rush
Carelessly down boulevards and skyscrapers were built
To barely withstand rain, sleet and snow-
In desperation I spread the wings you told me did not exist-
Lifted my body and flew beyond the mountains and the rainbows and far away from
This world so overwhelming and so threatening-
You were the one who read me tales about lands beyond the mountains
And in my mind I found a place behind a rainbow-
And it didn’t matter if it was none but a delusion because-
Through my own eyes, what feels like home,
No matter where the place may be-
Is truly home to me- no matter where its destiny-
You told me the thunder would sound soon and the lightening would strike-
I told you “Never in my world” and if some day I also saw it as a “delusion”
It would not matter because I have found my safe haven here-
Alive and content in this place where I can call myself
Settled and secure,
I would never turn my head to see the rain falling upon
Skyscrapers and cars breaking down on the highway
Early in the morning-
Whether my dream world is real to you or
Just a figment of my imagination in your mind,
It is true to life to me-
That is what matters and
If some day you wish to see what living blissfully encounters-
Climb over that mountain and beyond a rainbow
After a storm-
You shall find me there to
Welcome you and perhaps you also-
Shall never see any turning back, as
What is veracity and what is phantasmal-
Is as has been said-
Is in the eyes of the beholder-

poem by Claudia Krizay
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Flowers to boom

I had always wished flowers to boom
With nice place, space and very good room
Where they can come out from their hiding
See the world themselves and chiding

We know it is for short duration
So is the life too in question!
Why do we stop them from booming?
When danger is already large looming?

Let children too invade this holy land
No restriction for their coming to befriend
Lovely air and nature for very good refuge
Large and tall trees with mountains so huge

We want their arrival restricted
Cruelty and other sorts inflicted
Yet they come despite out precaution
We just need to think it with only caution

We need to leave certain things to our creator
He is whole and sole and real mentor
What we are on earth today?
Just helpless animal pushed away

We do the things never called for
We defy the rules and kill the persons in war
We recklessly aim at complete annihilation
How can we go in for such devastation?

Let us do the complete rethinking
Take steps before ship is sinking
Not a blade of grass may grow
If we continuously pollute the river flow

We can destroy the land several times today
Still some weapons will be left to throw away
We can mange to destroy but not to revive
Yet time is left to think over and survive

What will be left on earth to enjoy?
If we employ the methods to destroy
Why flowers, children, and trees alone?
Only beautiful earth will left behind with stones

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A flower's boom