False Dawn
To-night, God knows what thing shall tide,
The Earth is racked and fain--
Expectant, sleepless, open-eyed;
And we, who from the Earth were made,
Thrill with our Mother's pain.
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Thank Mother Earth Each Day
If you have a pain that won't go away
at least stand on Mother Earth during the day.
You also need the sunlight of Father Sun
he uplifts the spirit of everyone.
Mother Earth is more in sync then you know
visualize be rooting to her in a storm.
Your brain and her have same hertz frequency
which is very healing.
Your root chakra is a deep red
think of Mother Earth when you lay in bed.
See Mother Earth as your life line
your first chakra is associated with your spine.
So ground yourself everyday—
thank Mother Earth for
having things come your way.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Don’t Give Up in Protecting the Mother Earth
Don’t Give Up in Protecting the Mother Earth
My son… Look at how you managed
To protect the Mother Earth in the past
When you were younger
You stood up
With your head up
Against all the odds
You managed to protect the Mother Earth then
When many people were ignorant of
The Mother Earth’s feelings
So why are you afraid now
This time
The public opinion is in your side
So why are you loosing faith
Mother Earth needs your protection and care
Don’t give up
Take the first step
And
Everything else will follow
So my son
Don’t give up in protecting the Mother Earth
poem by Frederick Kambemba Yamusangie
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Born On Earth
How many have you given birth,
Mother earth, Mother earth?
Bore them here to drink your rain,
bore them here to feel your pain?
You cannot count them though you try,
not until you feel them die.
One by one they came to you
and one by one they left your view.
They plowed your fields and reaped your seed
and ate of you to fill their need.
Some were kind and pure of heart,
some foolhardy from the start.
How many came and breathed your air
and offered thanks and gave you prayer?
Did you keep a record of each brave soul
or just use yourself to cover the hole
that waits and observes their destiny
and accepts their bodies with sympathy?
How many more will you give birth
to stake their claim upon your earth?
Too many, too many I'm afraid
and for most a terrible price will be paid.
How many have you given birth
Mother earth, Mother earth?
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Sky And The Earth
Long ago the sky loved the earth.
But they could not meet,
Because of fear of sun's wrath,
Who paralyzed the earth with heat.
Then the sky cried,
And relieved the earth.
Through the rivers that flew wide
From angry sun's wrath
When at night sun went to sleep,
There was darkness all around.
And the sky used to weep
Until to help him moon and stars came round.
Now the sky could see the earth at night,
For the moon and stars shone bright.
Every thing was right,
Away from sun's sight.
But sun came to know,
And took a vow.
To punish sky and earth,
And asteroids and meteors took birth.
They smashed the earth raising dust cloud.
And the sky bust aloud,
And it wept continuously.
Until earth's scars were filled completely.
Sun became angrier because sky had dared,
To undo the punishment sun had ordered.
And now he shone more bright,
And the whole sky was set alight.
The sky yelped in pain,
But his every try was in vain.
For he had challenged the sun's might,
And got himself into a suicidal fight.
And to this day when the earth is warmed,
The sky weeps relieving earth's pain.
And it seems to meet at horizon,
And after sky weeps a rainbow is formed.
And to this day the sky is waiting
With patience unexhausted.
For the day when the sun will be dead,
And for the day of their meeting.
poem by Anjesh shekhar
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SOMNAMBULISM
I
Night is above me,
And Night is above the night.
The sea is beside me soughing, or is still.
The earth as a somnambulist moves on
In a strange sleep ...
A sea-bird cries.
And the cry wakes in me
Dim, dead sea-folk, my sires—
Who more than myself are me.
Who sat on their beach long nights ago and saw
The sea in its silence;
And cursed it or implored;
Or with the Cross defied;
Then on the morrow in their boats went down.
II
Night is above me ...
And Night is above the night.
Rocks are about me, and, beyond, the sand ...
And the low reluctant tide,
That rushes back to ebb a last farewell
To the flotsam borne so long upon its breast.
Rocks ... But the tide is out,
And the slime lies naked, like a thing ashamed
That has no hiding-place.
And the sea-bird hushes—
The bird and all far cries within my blood—
And earth as a somnambulist moves on.
poem by Cale Young Rice from Sea Poems (1921)
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Sleepless Night
Oh, there's a rude little lady
Livin' next to me.
Oh, she sure loves someone,
But it ain't me.
Ev'ry night at twelve o'clock,
They start to rock with all they got.
They keep it up all night.
It just ain't right.
They O.K. by me, I'm not.
He and she, they all right.
Once they start, they never stop
Through this sleepless night.
Once I was her lover.
It was so good to be.
Now she's got somebody else and I can't sleep.
Ooh, nothin' hurts people more than other people do.
But what can you do?
Meanwhile, upstairs, they O.K.
Ev'rythin' is all right.
I wish that I could find a way
Through this sleepless night.
Ooh, this sleepless night.
Ooh, this sleepless night.
Ooh, that wicked lady,
She's got a hold on me.
Ooh, she doesn't want me,
But she won't let me be.
They play that music ev'ry night.
It rocks my bed; it shakes my light.
They ball with all their might.
It just ain't right.
Ooh, this sleepless night.
Ooh, this sleepless night.
song performed by by Kinks
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Flora
am the handmaid of the earth,
I broider fair her glorious gown,
And deck her on her days of mirth
With many a garland of renown.
And while Earth's little ones are fain
And play about the Mother's hem,
I scatter every gift I gain
From sun and wind to gladden them.
poem by William Morris
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We are the SWARM
This is who we are, nothing quite like it, nothing
This is coming to a culture that everything is cross-eyed
Open your eyes
We'll be the ones that set civilization back
Open your eyes find out that you're what you see
This won't be the last of us this, this passion
Squirming away, stop eating nothing
We are the swarm that rapes and tricks
This is who we are
The swarm that rapes
Mother Earth
Spreading disease
You'll see us
Salvation, won't you let me
What's that? Your gods will say
Open my eyes find nothing that we can
Answer the swarm
This is prophecy played out.
This is just who we are, the swarm
This is who we are, this is what we do
Rape
This is coming to destruction, you see everything is cross-eyed
Rape
poem by Jay W. Allen
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Mother, You Are Only Mother
MOTHER, YOU ARE ONLY MOTHER
Mother, you are only mother,
because of you,
i got thoughts and rituals,
because of you,
i got my face, my existence and my prestige,
mother, you are neither goddess nor god,
mother, you are not away from these,
mother, you are my soul,
you are within me,
mother, you aren`t a materialistic thing,
you are omnipresent earth,
you are a firm foundation,
mother, you are away from words,
mother, you are life
poem by Dr. Ram Sharma
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I’m Sorry Mother Earth
I’m Sorry Mother Earth
I’m sorry Mother Earth for harming
You with our pollutions of paper, glass and plastic bags.
I’m Sorry Mother Earth for drilling for oil, precious metal and gas.
I’m Sorry Mother Earth for not Welcoming You each day,
We walk on you, but forget to welcome you with praise.
Yes, we should be good stewards of YOU, that is why we are here.
To treat you with respect for you are so dear.
Copyright 2010 Christina Sunrise of Chevalier Originals, Inc.
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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Tonight I Sleep With Mother Earth
Seventy more years must pass,
To plus these ones gone past,
My eyelids, before they may close
Before Mother Earth opens up her core
To take my body in once more,
Before I sleep with Mother Earth.
Before I sleep with Mother Earth,
My castles strewn across the sky
Shall come down to the earth,
And grow up to scrape the sky.
Before I sleep with Mother Earth,
Life shall answer all questions posed,
I shall plaster all precious stones
Around my name, in umeasured fold.
Before I sleep with Mother Earth.
I shall grow tall and strong like a giant,
I shall be elephated from ant to elephant.
Before I sleep with Mother Earth,
All ears that hear must hear,
And those that can't must read,
And those that can't must feed,
Ingest by all means, the words that I speak.
Before I sleep with Mother Earth,
I must sleep with Success,
From that whore, I shall receive suck-sex
A crowned head, I'll not settle for any less.
I shall drink from the brooks of plenty,
I shall autograph the books of many.
Before I sleep with Mother Earth,
All my toils shall be brought to boil,
My labour shall bring forth fruit,
Truth and Life shall birth through me, Poetry
All my impregnations shall get expression,
I shall pour out my soul upon all flesh,
And still erect, I shall come, into Mother Earth.
Then I shall say:
'Seventy more years have gone past,
Many more tears have flushed past,
My eyelids, and now they may close,
As Mother Earth opens up her core,
For the time has come, as I said afore,
Tonight I sleep wiith Mother Earth.'
poem by Joba Akinola
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Mother Earth's Frequency
Mother Earth's frequency is 7.8 hertz
our brains are the same frequency
we are connected to her at birth.
Earthing which is laying on Mother Earth
helps your brain heal you—
yes, I am blessing her dirt.
Laying on Mother Earth
or even walking barefoot outside
makes you sleep better—heals your insides.
Mother Earth helps you with inflammation
and all kinds of things-
treat Mother Earth kindly
for the good that she brings.
Written by Christina Sunrise on August 8,2012
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Yet to bloom
Mother Earth has yet to bloom.
Like a flower that has just budded,
Mother Earth has unlimited potentials.
The Universe hides secrets from tiny Earth
Which unfolds its wonders in stages.
As crawling creatures turned into
Flying creatures and apes into men,
We will have creatures that can even
Crisscross the universe at the speed of
Their own wish one day.
Yet to bloom though Mother Earth is old
By human measurements.
The day will come when our technology
Will be thought as nothing more
Than stone-age appliances are to us.
Given the opportunity to bloom
Further that is, Mother Earth.
Its full bloom beyond our thoughts.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Mother Earth Restores Me
Mother Earth restores me,
she gives me restorative sleep.
My sleep is restorative and deep.
Mother Earth is supportive and heals-
she helps my lower digestion when I eat my meals.
Mother Earth heals me from my arthitic condition
I will stay younger and continue my mission.
For when my root chakra is open and a glow
I will fulfill my destiny wherever I go.
Written by Christina Sunrise on August 17,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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We are made from Mother Earth and we go back to Mother Earth.
Native American Shenandoah proverbs
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Kelsey
Depression, fear, anger and sadness;
Of the common denominator to a kin or the outsider,
And like the anointed views from your love.
Oh wandering wheels!
Credit belongs to those on this earth;
But let us learn to do the right thing always,
For i am here to love you! !
Just one night,
And of your romantic body made flat for an impression;
But, let me be the one who wants to love you.
Just one night with you on this love,
And of the lessons learnt for the data of my memory;
But crdit belongs to those who deserves it on this earth,
And i am Kelsey with the words of peace.
We don't need Herodotus with an amphora on this love,
For love is strong as death itself! !
But let us learn to do the right thing always on this earth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Open Your Heart
Smoke-colored l.a. sky. hand covers up your sleepless eyes. as morning creeps in. passed out there on my couch. wearing the face of down and out. my long lost friend. three cups of coffee and yo
Be on your way. until this time tomorrow you come crawling. back again. open your heart to me. think of my shoulder as sanctuary. open your soul to me. Ill try to unravel your tangled up dreams. and the only thing that matters is your heart stays open for me. I always pictured you. as clear minded but confused with wounds. no one could see. you always made the friends. that never stuck with you until the end. except for me. and the only difference I hear is your alibi. and the only thing in common is the reason. youre still here. open your heart to me. think of my shoulder as sanctuary. open your soul to me. Ill try to unravel your tangled up dreams. and the only thing that matters is your heart stays open for me. I can feel your loneliness. I feel your pain.
song performed by by Toto
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God Made It All (a creation song)
1.
The birds and the bees,
The flowers and the trees,
God made them all.
The stars in the sky,
The little butterfly,
God made them all.
The rivers and the seas,
The cool summer breeze,
The clouds and the leaves,
The plants and the seeds,
Everything we see,
God made it all.
2.
The rabbits and the squirrels,
Little boys and girls,
God made them all.
Our fingers and our hands,
Each woman and man,
God made them all.
The dogs and their fleas,
The creatures of the deep,
The he's and she's,
Even you and even me,
Yes, everything we see,
God made it all.
Chorus:
God made it all,
God made every thing.
From the earth to the sky,
The mountains to the sea,
Each and every thing that we see,
God made it all.
3.
The hippopotamuses,
And rhinoceroses,
God made them all.
Ticks, frogs and bats,
Lions, worms and gnats,
God made them all.
The ducks and the geese,
The cattle and the sheep,
The little chickadees,
The giraffe with knobby knees,
Every thing we see,
God made it all.
Chorus:
God made it all,
God made every thing.
From the earth to the sky,
The mountains to the sea,
Each and every thing that we see,
God made it all.
Conclusion:
Now let's see;
There are elephants and beavers,
Lions and zebras,
Then there are alligators
And crocodiles,
With their big teeth,
And their pretty smiles,
God made them all.
Then there's lizards and whales,
The skunk with his smell,
The pig with his germs,
And the creepy, crawly little worms,
God made them too.
You know, it's not hard to believe,
That every thing we see,
Yes even you, and even me;
God made it all,
God made every thing
Hear this song at www.poemsnsuch.com under songs by Loyd
poem by Loyd C. Taylor
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Magdalen
All things I can endure, save one.
The bare, blank room where is no sun;
The parcelled hours; the pallet hard;
The dreary faces here within;
The outer women's cold regard;
The Pastor's iterated "sin";--
These things could I endure, and count
No overstrain'd, unjust amount;
No undue payment for such bliss--
Yea, all things bear, save only this:
That you, who knew what thing would be,
Have wrought this evil unto me.
It is so strange to think on still--
That you, that you should do me ill!
Not as one ignorant or blind,
But seeing clearly in your mind
How this must be which now has been,
Nothing aghast at what was seen.
Now that the tale is told and done,
It is so strange to think upon.
You were so tender with me, too!
One summer's night a cold blast blew,
Closer about my throat you drew
That half-slipt shawl of dusky blue.
And once my hand, on summer's morn,
I stretched to pluck a rose; a thorn
Struck through the flesh and made it bleed
(A little drop of blood indeed!)
Pale grew your cheek you stoopt and bound
Your handkerchief about the wound;
Your voice came with a broken sound;
With the deep breath your breast was riven;
I wonder, did God laugh in Heaven?
How strange, that you should work my woe!
How strange! I wonder, do you know
How gladly, gladly I had died
(And life was very sweet that tide)
To save you from the least, light ill?
How gladly I had borne your pain.
With one great pulse we seem'd to thrill,--
Nay, but we thrill'd with pulses twain.
Even if one had told me this,
"A poison lurks within your kiss,
Gall that shall turn to night his day:"
Thereon I straight had turned away--
Ay, tho' my heart had crack'd with pain--
And never kiss'd your lips again.
At night, or when the daylight nears,
I hear the other women weep;
My own heart's anguish lies too deep
For the soft rain and pain of tears.
I think my heart has turn'd to stone,
A dull, dead weight that hurts my breast;
Here, on my pallet-bed alone,
I keep apart from all the rest.
Wide-eyed I lie upon my bed,
I often cannot sleep all night;
The future and the past are dead,
There is no thought can bring delight.
All night I lie and think and think;
If my heart were not made of stone,
But flesh and blood, it needs must shrink
Before such thoughts. Was ever known
A woman with a heart of stone?
The doctor says that I shall die.
It may be so, yet what care I?
Endless reposing from the strife?
Death do I trust no more than life.
For one thing is like one arrayed,
And there is neither false nor true;
But in a hideous masquerade
All things dance on, the ages through.
And good is evil, evil good;
Nothing is known or understood
Save only Pain. I have no faith
In God, or Devil, Life or Death.
The doctor says that I shall die.
You, that I knew in days gone by,
I fain would see your face once more,
Con well its features o'er and o'er;
And touch your hand and feel your kiss,
Look in your eyes and tell you this:
That all is done, that I am free;
That you, through all eternity,
Have neither part nor lot in me.
Sleepless Nights
Oh, theres a rude little lady
Livin next to me.
Oh, she sure loves someone,
But it aint me.
Evry night at twelve oclock,
They start to rock with all they got.
They keep it up all night.
It just aint right.
They o.k. by me, Im not.
He and she, they all right.
Once they start, they never stop
Through this sleepless night.
Once I was her lover.
It was so good to be.
Now shes got somebody else and I cant sleep.
Ooh, nothin hurts people more than other people do.
But what can you do?
Meanwhile, upstairs, they o.k.
Evrythin is all right.
I wish that I could find a way
Through this sleepless night.
Ooh, this sleepless night.
Ooh, this sleepless night.
Ooh, that wicked lady,
Shes got a hold on me.
Ooh, she doesnt want me,
But she wont let me be.
They play that music evry night.
It rocks my bed; it shakes my light.
They ball with all their might.
It just aint right.
Ooh, this sleepless night.
Ooh, this sleepless night.
song performed by by Kinks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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