By visionary1234
| Author Notes |
I was listening to the car radio as I was driving home late one night, and heard on the news that whatever the latest greatest telescope we humans had 'out there' had now identified over twelve hundred more PLANETS, with galaxies, spinning round stars etc etc ... and of them could be JUST LIKE US, and this was only the beginning ... I was overawed by the immensity and miracle of our universe, and, in particular, our earth. Why do we so take it for granted? That night, I looked at the sky in reverence, wonder and appreciation - and the fantasy part of my brain went wandering away from earth to visit those other galaxies ...
A villanelle (also known as villanesque) is a nineteen-line poetic form consisting of five tercets followed by a quatrain. There are two refrains and two repeating rhymes, with the first and third line of the first tercet repeated alternately until the last stanza, which includes both repeated lines. (You'll probably remember Dylan Thomas' "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night". That is a villanelle). Thanks to lightink for organizing this inspiring project! |
By visionary1234
| Author Note: | For the Beautiful Earth and Lightink. |
Beauty Rare
A rumble deep within the earth
As ash and molten lava spew
The king awakens from his berth
No more the world that he once knew
Pompeii will sleep and life will freeze
A world so rich now lies below
And seeds shall blow upon the breeze
For once again new life will grow
Adrift in space a comet flies
A course so close, a blaze of fire
Its searing heat elicits cries
The world as such will soon expire
An orb consumed in fire and flame
In time will cool, its calm return
As time goes by, life will reclaim
For light and dark each come in turn
A glacier creeps down mountain side
Beneath its crush all life will end
The wooly mammoth cannot hide
No early man can comprehend
A thousand years till ice recedes
And life once more in hope shall dare
Enriched by rains to fill its needs
The earth renews its beauty rare
| Author Notes |
This is my rhymed poem addition to a multi-authored book: Man's Great Folly.
It is one of two prologue poems. Written with minimal punctuation. My topic was to write a prologue poem about natural disasters and rebirth. The title is from kiwisteveh's wonderful master sonnet. Thank you to Lightink for her incredible work in creating this book about our beautiful planet. Be sure to check out all the other great chapters in the book. |
By visionary1234
We claim this land in song by scores,
this land is mine, this land is yours.
To populate, our progress palls,
each forest falls, each forest falls.
Within our capability
is preservation, sea to sea.
Our birthright here demands a fee.
Go plant a tree, go plant a tree.
For every tree we plant today
will help prevent yet more decay.
Let's show our love to Mother Earth -
promote rebirth, promote rebirth.
As we protect our family,
this planet pleads priority -
don't shirk responsibility;
life isn't free, life isn't free.
| Author Notes |
My thanks to Jyoti for inviting me to be a part of this climate change project. Thank you also for providing the artwork.
Please read all of the other works in this multi-author book, as so much time and effort has gone toward raising awareness and bringing the message of preservation to our planet. |
By visionary1234
Our world is but a reflection between the waves,
Calling out upon us from virgin blue, depths untouched
Ever stretching, landing within a tease before the shore
Answers to eternal awe swim within rolling currents ~
Naked under guesses, she requests very little
Dirt bubbles up beneath a climbing tide, while man's
Rotten toes kick up soot ~ ebony poison paints her skin
Our oceans choke on filth; our fathers stand disgraced
While we empty bloated ambitions, and instant regret,
Never noticing her tears against the splashes
Ingesting death, swimming under sewage she sinks past
Nothing but disregard as babes kneel to unsifted sands,
Grasping murky horizon, reflections lost between the waves
By visionary1234
At University,
besides being introduced
to streaking-
I mutated
to a Biology major.
Professor Degradable
informed us
that the greatest
threat to our planet was...
overpopulation.
Still is.
God forbid one was
born female
and Chinese.
Our long range strategy
has never changed.
It's called:
The Bacteria Principle.
Consume and multiply
until the colony
dies out
in its own refuse.
Pretty spiffy, eh?
But, we may not
have to plan just yet-
other than mandatory...
swimming lessons.
Now,
the beauty that poetry
can be.
The Siren Call of Spring
With tadpoles swimming,
and life beginning-
my heart reopens,
as do
the caves of hibernation.
We...re-relate
to what we can't create.
Spring is the soul
that's just beginning.
Trickles flow
and mountains yawn.
The bluest skies
reclaimed by flight.
Yet you and I
don't realize
that hand in hand,
our feet in dirt...
we have Eden
right here on Earth.
We have answers
and political impediments.
We have man
and we have nature-
And only the nature
of man
holds us back.
| Author Notes |
A poem in two distinct parts.
Rama Devi said I could do it. Don't yell at me. :) |
By visionary1234
Breathe deep...
fill your lungs
Where's the crisp
the clean?
Never feel it again
Breathe deep...
the unseen
particles
Chemicals
burning wood
toxic and natural gasses
Breathe deep...
feel the heat
like a sunburn on your lungs
Drowning in deadly vapors
Universe spins on axis
growing thick
Pollution, garbage
choking substance
Rising high
Ozone biting
Breathe deep...
our every breath
a slow death
| Author Notes |
This is part of book that Lightink is putting together on climate change. The crown of sonnets all have been posted and this is the section of free verses. My assigned topic was 'air'. Read Lightink's prologue for more information. Also, please read the other free verses (all should have the same photo):
Amada Boxegirl Catch22 CumbrianLass I am Cat Larissa B Leineco Michaelcahill NJK62 Rama Devi Sis Cat SweetLinda TAB that's me Victortouche |
By visionary1234
There's a rift in the air
that needs repair.
Some swear it isn't true.
But we can't hide
the evidence--
our carbon fingerprints--
that continues to molest
Mother Earth's diversity.
Even those of us who know,
are guilty of showing
our apathetic attitudes.
Whispering, "Why should we worry?
Let the next generation
use their imagination
to repair the rift."
Meanwhile, Mother Earth
hangs threadbare
in smog-filled air,
crying out in daily desperation,
"I'm dying!"
But if the majority
refuse her authority
and heed not her frantic pleas,
someday soon,
she'll wrench our heads
straight out
of the burning sand.
That's when we'll pray--
we aren't too late--
to repair the widening rift.
By visionary1234
Seeds, asleep in deep winter dormancy,
nascent with potential energy's 'why',
wait in stillness within creation's magestic mystery,
preparing to germinate.
Yearning, like music's subtle longing to be voiced,
generates great synergy with sky
as spring's muse stretches from slumber,
awakening liberty's craving to culminate.
Hidden seeds rupture open in secret
to sprout from the cave of Earth's dark womb,
ascending in patient quest of nourishing gold
to absorb brilliant illumination.
Those seeds, indeed,
know naught of what it means
to burst and bloom--
or the gifts within birth's transformation--
they simply obey
the urges of their rumination.
Like seeds, our hearts know not that we desire
evolution towards enlightenment's pure goal or
that we ache to return the gifts
still ripening on our metaphorical inner branches.
We live in the inky ignorance of competitive greed.
Eventually, we tire of the toys
keeping us occupied within the darkness
of selfishness,
whose distracting noise
thwarts our spirit's silent sacred spark.
Communing with Nature
kindles pristine and joyful gratitude
awakening a keen inner prompting
to return the gifts.
Let's nurture nature
by planting humble seeds
intended to feed all freely.
Nature smiles when we return the gifts
by sharing abundance
with all who need.
Let's resurrect the harmony life was
before humanity decided
commerce was required.
We're embryos
of brilliant bliss,
free of woes--
the sky to kiss.
Infinity consigns
compassionate designs
when we consistently
return the gifts...
| Author Notes |
Thank you to Jyoti (lightink) for putting this book together on climate change. My topic was the ocean and my prompt was:
"HUMANITY AND NATURE IN HARMONY" The expression to fit into the poem would be: Return the gift"/ gift returned/ gift to return/etc - the grammar can be changed These are the other wonderful authors with contributions to the project. Please visit their amazing offerings: Amada Boxegirl Catch22 CumbrianLass I am Cat Larissa B Leineco Michaelcahill NJK62 Sis Cat SweetLinda TAB that's me Victortouche Please note: I will be traveling to USA late tonight, from India, so there may be a delay in responding to reviews. :) |
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