Nature's Love Song (a sonnet)
Nature's Love Song
Aurora's ballad wakes the sleeping Sun
and lulls the Moon to fade and sleep by light;
the Sun sends out his morning rays to shun
the dark and melt the sable cloak of night.
Impassioned by Aurora's blushing arcs
that cross a morning sky of palest blues
imbued with color and resplendent sparks
that arch in sinuous prismatic hues,
the Earth is girdled in a warm embrace
that casts a glow upon the nimbus cloud.
A cerise flush which mounts to Gaia's face
reflects her passion for the Sun, who's proud
to be the one to seed Earth Mother's womb
with energy to tend to nature's bloom.
©2008 Dawn Slanker
poem by Dawn Slanker
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Nature's Sellout
Nature's Sellout
By Lori Triggs
Copyrighted August 26,2009
A sprinkling of sunshine to sellout on the plants
While mother nature wrapped up in her shawl,
She is watching nature’s splendors around her...
It really is a paradise:
A paradise of mother nature
From earths dust on nature’s crust.
The dewy drops on mushroom caps
Are nothing less than mother nature tears,
From rolling laughter... it’s perhaps:
Mother nature with claps of thunder with lighting.
Are mother nature tears throughout the years
The crystal glow in woodland streams.
Reflects the light of mother nature
Instead of sunshine, as it seems,
When mother nature showers fall to earth:
When mother nature falls to the earth.
It seems like sunshine on the streams
The twinkling in the starry sky.
Is nothing less than mother nature
That interrupt the flares on high,
The glow of nature’s moonlit blinks:
The moonlit blinks are mother nature
That twinkle high in starry sky.
poem by Lori Triggs
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Morning Glow
Morning glow morning glow
Starts to glimmer when you know
Winds of change are set to blow
And sweep this whole land through
Morning glow is long past due
Morning glow fill the earth
Come on shine far all youre worth
Well be present at the birth
Of all faith looking new
Morning glow is long past due
Oh oh morning glow
Id like to help you grow
You should have started long ago
Morning glow all days long
For we sing tomorrows song
Never knew we could be so strong
But now its very clear
Morning glow is almost here
Oh oh morning glow
Id like to help you grow
We should have started long ago
Morning glow all your life
We can make the new day right
All the bad songs of the night
Will fade into the past
Morning glow is here at last
song performed by by Michael Jackson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Summer nights delights.
The sable cloak of night is sown
With a beauty which is shown
By a myriad points of light.
Which show against the dark of night
A background certain to enhance
Selena mistress of romance
As she observes young lovers dreams
She blesses them with soft moon beams.
Although the moon is permanent
Young love is often transient
But for tonight the moon will do.
Her best to make your dreams come true.
The sable cloak of night conceals
What the morning sun reveals
Feelings engendered by the moon
Can fade away alas too soon.
Thursday,19 January 2012
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Death of Gaia
Gaia, the mother of earth
Gaia, the mother earth
Gaia, the greek goddess
Gaia, the primordial deity
Daughter of Chaos,
Mother of Uranus
Wife of Uranus
Beloved of the goddess
Mother of mankind
Light of the world
Harbinger of energy
Silent smiling mother
What have we done to you?
We have bound you
We have broken you
We have stripped you
We have ripped you
We have raped you
We have scraped you
You came not to destroy,
But to fulfill
But we fulfilled
Your Destruction
poem by Anand Dixit
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Embryo
All is love, is all I am
A ball is all I am
Im so new compared to you
And I am very small
Warm glow, moon bloom
Always need a little more room
Waiting here seems like years
Never seen the light of day
All around I hear strange sounds
Come gurgling in my ear
Red the light and dark the night
I feel my dawn is near
Warm glow, moon bloom
Always need a little more room
Whisper low, here I go
I will see the sunshine show
song performed by by Pink Floyd
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Alone in the Sun
Every morning the sun rises, but I awake alone in the dark.
Alone in the dark I live with no hope for light.
I have never seen a rose bloom or a bird fly.
Never once have I been able to gaze upon my loves beauty.
Or see my mother’s angelic smile.
I have heard people argue about what color God is.
I have said myself it doesn't matter the color as long as I one day get to see God's face.
But until that day come I'll travel this earth blind from birth;
Alone in the Dark.
Moon Dream
To sleep, lying on my cozy bed,
All mundane thoughts I shed.
Through the window I observed
The full Moon shining swerved,
And raced among the clouds floating,
With a many hued aura surrounding.
I pictured Neil Armstrong on the Moon,
And went into a trance pretty soon.
I saw craters strewn and mountains,
There was no water or oxygen for existence.
On the Moon it was a bizarre experience,
As it was dark with no luminescence.
I wandered around the Moonscape,
And found no waxing or waning in shape.
On the terrain of the Moon, I felt less weight,
Because the gravitational pull is less, I was light.
During day the temperature rises to 100 degrees C,
And in the night it cools down to minus 160 degrees C.
I was wearing suitable suits fortunately,
And could withstand the weather effortlessly.
From there I looked down upon the Earth,
It was sure the Blue planet of worth.
The Moon is devoid of the beauteous Nature,
Which the Earth is endowed with, in its stature.
The varied life forms on Earth are all absent,
The love and affection on Earth are not present.
As a child the Moon which I longed for and desired,
Has not a soul and is an unfriendly place, not admired.
Feeling the warm rays of the morning Sun in actuality,
I wake up from my dream on the Moon to reality!
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Footsteps Of Dawn
The morning Sun 'tis tip-toeing...
With its gentle orange rays...
Beaming steps from this tangerine orb...
Opens up a brand new day;
Gentle steps they come so softly...
'Cross the horizons of the East-
A colour kalidescope as it rises...
A sky of brillant colours-a morning feast;
Yes, the footsteps of Dawn-
They just came tip-toeing on in...
Rising ever bright- thus closing the night...
Aurora 'tis Dawning-a new day begins;
June 4,2010
The Essence
poem by Theodora Onken
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“gaia
The glory of *Gaia;
The imposing silence of a moon lit night
Countless stars strewn ‘cross night sky
The pale rays of morning sun through trees
Her rivers of cleansing menstrual flow
Her ocean womb
The pregnant smell of fertile soil
The diversity of life inter-dependent
All created to render an Adept worthy of Gaia
That moment when for the first time she exclaims;
“Man…I am yours”
Beautiful words formed by a Divine Goddess
Perfume from her Living/loving Soul breathe forth
Mingling with the perfume of flowers
Ascension;
A moment of “At-One-Meant” that man pays for
with a life of bitter regret and misery...
(Inspired by H.P.B)
ROTMS
(*The Gaia hypothesis is an ecological hypothesis that proposes that living and nonliving parts of the earth are viewed as a complex interacting system that can be thought of as a single organism)
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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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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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The Flower~
THE FLOWER
Have you wondered?
Wondered how I came about..
It was by the seed
The seed that got life!
Seed that is fed day and night
Fed with fertility and water
It took me a while...
A while to start merging
Merging from the womb
The womb of the earth
The womb that covers all
The womb that people step on
Made of dust, soil maybe sand
Merging out to see the light
Fresh air and sun light
Yes, I was first a seed then a plant
A plant that grew with colors
Grew tall and higher
Grew higher trying to reach the sky
I wasn't building a tower
Or try to gain any power
It was just me the flower
The flower that has color
The colors of my superpower
The colors that can be any talent
The colors that illuminate as sun rises
Yes! ! I am the flower
The flower that creates balance of power
The power that exists in life
More specific the balance in nature
Take me well...
Take me as you flower!
And let your eyes empower
Empower what nature offer as ours
Morning Star
As I wake I see a morning star
through the window dimly shines
its final statement at the closing of the day
I've got a few more minutes of night time before I rise
as the dawn is breaking through the darkness
the morning star will fade but never die
morning star, I can't see your face no more, and that's good
get out now, out on the streets of your nowhere neighborhood
as I laid down last night I felt no pain
the day went on without a sound
another night to put all the business away
I had a few more hours of night time before I'd rise
all the stars were out last night in the sky
I slept right through as they all went by
soon the dawn was breaking up the darkness
the morning star will fade but never die
morning star, I can't see your face no more, and that's good
get out now, out on the streets of your nowhere neighborhood
you come along with a color that I can't match
gold chain and a crystal ball attached
you're coming from the wrong direction
and as I sleep tonight I'll dream of you
sleeping somewhere far away
you come into my head so pretty and so true
I get a few more hours to dream of you till I rise
as the fireworks shoot off in the sky
I sleep right through as it all goes by
soon the darkness would suck up into the dawn
the morning star will fade but never die
morning star, I can't see your face no more, and that's good
get out now, out on the streets of your nowhere neighborhood
you come along with a code that I can't crack
gold chain and a crystal ball attached
you were coming from the wrong direction
you were coming from the wrong direction
you were coming from the wrong direction
song performed by by Fastball
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God's Gift - Nature...........
When the beautiful morning comes
The rays of rising sun kiss her
When the garden of nature open its heart
The garden of flowers hugs her to welcome
When the trees dance to tune of wind
The birds singing to the nature's choir
When the gentleness of nature is filled pleasure
Then the earth get wet with weather
When the nature forgets its vastness
Then the God shows her how big her place on earth
Let us thank God for his creation and given us
eyes to see lovely gift - Nature
poem by Ravi Sathasivam
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Sonnet: All Things Are Ephemeral
Most 1eaves must fall before the spring must come;
Some ye11ow, wither, dry; some fall verdure;
All old and frail don’t live to young welcome;
This is the law of Mother sweet nature.
The Sun must set before the night comes on;
The Stars are better seen during the night;
The Moon too fades when comes the next day’s Dawn;
Some men don't see even in broad daylight.
All Nature's phenomena happen right;
A subtle harmony entwines them all;
Despite its greatness, sad is human plight;
From earth arises, to earth man shall fall.
All natural events are charming to see;
Man cannot from Mother Nature, copy.
poem by John Celes
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The Earth Laments for Day
THERE’S music wafting on the air,
The evening winds are sighing
Among the trees—and yonder stream
Is mournfully replying,
Lamenting loud the sunny light
That in the west is dying.
The moon is rising o’er the hill,
Her slanting rays are creeping
Where Nature lies profoundly still
In happy quiet sleeping,
And resting on her face, they’ll find
The earth is wet with weeping.
She mourneth for the lovely day,
Now deep in darkness shaded;
She sheds the dewy tear because
Of morning’s mantle faded;
She misses from her breast the garb
In which the moon array’d it.
The evening queen will strive in vain
To break the spell which bound her;
A million stars can never throw
Departed warmth around her;
They all must pass away and leave
The earth as they had found her.
But why should gentle Nature weep
That night has overtaken
The wearied world that needed sleep,
Refreshed to re-awaken,
So richer light might burst around,
The gloomy shadows breaking?
Oh, can she not from yonder sky
That gleams above her, borrow
A single ray, or find a way
To check the tear of sorrow?
A beam of hope would last her till
The dawning of to-morrow.
poem by Henry Kendall
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The Seed And The Tree
Who can say for sure as to what came first: the seed or the tree?
If the seed came first where did it come from if not from the tree?
But then if the tree came first where did it come from except from a seed!
So then you'll have to re-ask again that question of the origin of the seed.
An endless circle with no logical conclusion soon appears
until one looks beyond the seed and the tree that it bears.
Although the seed comes from the tree and the tree from the seed
each one grows in the ground of mother Earth which both does feed.
The Earth is the womb of everything living and supports all we know
and then becomes the tomb back into which all forms one day must go.
The underlying essence of all nature is of consciousness-energy-intelligence
that includes and sustains all things despite our ever incessant belligerence.
Has anyone ever heard it said that God is in the form of the world
and so all within it carries a divine spark from which it has swirled.
God is the infinite eternal seed of all existence and can be experienced like this:
usually as an overwhelming love within us and as all power, knowledge and bliss.
So the seed and tree came from the Earth which itself has come from and exists in God
and to enquire where God has come from is useless if we haven't transcended this sod.
The limited mind of man has to merge into that unlimited universal mind of the Creator
only then can we know the original cause or final end of everything and of their Maker.
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Note:
This should remind one of the other similar paradox being that of 'the chicken and the egg'.
poem by George Krokos
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Watching Aurora
The stillness of the night now breaks
As the roosters announce, Aurora wakes
In magical splendor unfolds her garments
As deep blue turns to magenta's raiment
Then softly sheer lavender lace the sky
Too magnificent to be drank by the eye
Undressing, she then reveals her hues
Of bright red, and orange, then yellow on blue
Each day that dawns is a spectacular sight
Watching Aurora is a wonderful delight.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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A sunset [ double Quintain (English and Sicilian) ]
While the red butterfly melts its wings
Within the light red poppy chain,
The pink gray cloud of the sunset rings
On the gray pink sky the light rays,
Seemingly thrown in a bloody pain.
The leaving sun abandons the sky
For a few hours and like crickets crawl,
The whispers of oak leaves mean good bye,
While the coming night is a dark haul,
Looking at the moon with a black eye.
The sun and the moon finds synergy,
Light becomes gray regolith of moon
With helium fusing energy,
Night makes moon looks like a big balloon
Or like swaddled in a big cocoon.
Much more, like thoughts enveloped in words
Or like souls carrying their divine love,
With feathers of light like Holy birds,
In the rain with drops of divine globes,
Falling down for giving love awards.
Like rain with drops of human spheres,
Pouring up to Him when they can hook
Or falling right down to disappear,
Reverse arch getting a killer look,
Trying to provide fragrance of fear.
Their waves are liquid and drain in sight
Of Earth to meet at infinity.
They are like dark rays in the pure light,
Light rays are arches for Trinity,
While dressed in wind seems to be the night.
Stars are candles and night lights them all,
The colors withdraw in the lost light.
In the black darkness they look so small.
The seeds of dream germinate for fight,
Becoming real for breaking their wall.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Night Roamer
That hateful sun
With rays that burn and blister
With light that wakes a sleeping world
A peaceful world
And once awoken
The fights break out
The war spreads
Because of that hateful sun
I am a creature of night
Night is when I roam
Beneath the moon
I am my strongest
The stars comfort me
The dark soothes my burns
The night flowers
Bloom at my touch
The Nocturnal
Are my people
And when that sun shines
It hides my stars
Covers my moon
My flowers sleep
The creatures of my kingdom
Flee with the fading darkness
Only to reappear at
Twilight
That sun
With rays of fire
Slowly kills
poem by Autumn Winds
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Every Day Is Festival!
Every dawn is decorated,
as if an auspicious day,
As if everyday is festival,
On the treetops shining bulbs of dews,
like golden beads and bulbs,
Every leaf of grass bent with dew drops weight,
As if bowing to welcome the Sun,
fields look like green lakes,
wave of breeze,
on the mountain peak,
Clouds dancing around,
Golden rays piercing darkness,
Shining globules of dews,
Shining like decorative light bulbs,
Reflecting face of nature,
Bathed fresh,
look like a woman just excited
to welcome Sun,
her eternal Love!
Busy birds flying above,
Singing their own song,
Every heart has a song,
Busy, yet hearts kept cool by morning breeze!
In the flow of river,
Or in the sound of waterfalls,
The mantra that chanted,
With bells of temples and churches,
Call for prayer from mosques heard,
But call of love
in every heart is strongly heard,
than any sound
Light of love, melts hearts,
Melts negative feelings,
Bathing in beauty,
Every day is festival,
O mother, you are divine,
Washed by morning dews,
You make everyone to bathe in thy beauty,
just like mother calls children,
When father returns home,
Earth welcomes Sun,
With her children,
Shining whole nature as one!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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