Poetry Blogs (2019, mother nature)
poemagraphic on THE CONTINUING STORY OF THE WALRUS AND THE CARPENTER (2 hours ago)
When the birds take back their language,
when the trees unloose
their tenderly hands from around you,
when the air doesn't breathe
and the seas are tearing,
when the flowers whisper:
No, you own nothing,
honoring the hospitality.
Tuesday 17th September 2019 8:25 pm
The most horrific war
And act of suppression
That we have saw
On any nation
Of Mother Nature
Through mass production
We all forsake her
Through trade induction
We forgot to nurture
Became fixed behaviour
She will have redemption
For her disfavour
Trees will burst
through every building
Wednesday 6th June 2018 10:23 pm
Such a rush
don't be late
Think they'll wait?
Start on time
is their rhyme
The world tries to be
Till Mother Nature
and does her thing
Man can do with that
So who's in control?
We may think we are
By Lynn Hahn
Monday 23rd January 2017 12:40 am
She is a star in Heaven’s skies
God’s greatest creation
Made from the riches of beauty and love
She is the baby blue ocean
Filled with dolphins and mermaids
Glowing under the moonlight
She is the yellow sun
Shining on Mother Nature
Bringing plants to life
She is a red rose
Sweet as strawberries
With a ho...
Wednesday 11th May 2016 1:41 am
I fly the birds around this place
We chat amongst the trees
The wildlife up in this place
Contains a rainbow breeze.
The truth rises to the top
A quiet frozen mountain
I fly my birds up to the top
To chat and to surround it.
Discussing the monopoly,
Folks with greed in mind--
I'm the messenger of truth
Sending my birds to fly.
The Greed-ridden dictators
Thursday 14th April 2016 5:18 am
(If Mother Earth could speak...)
I’m the first light of dawn setting fire to the skies,
the awe that ends with a soft, sated sigh.
I’m the slow, gentle sway of ancient, lofty trees,
branches of life filled with wonders to be.
I am sands and seas; a warm summer breeze
blowing soft, whispered tunes over ever-changing dunes.
I am stars in the heavens sailing high overhe...
Monday 20th July 2015 3:58 pm
Butterfly, flying free
Unaware of its destiny
Butterfly you are truly free
For yours is a path with certainty
You exist within the day
Falling victim to the night
But when the darkest hour comes
There is nothing, there is no fight
So as you flutter by my way
Without a single care
I envy you and your mortality
One such I cannot share
Wednesday 27th May 2015 7:26 pm
I should have seen this coming – oh the guilt!
I nurtured each of evolution’s steps.
But now I beat my breast – the milk is spilt!
Till this Great Age shall close, I am regret!
I see it now; without the animal
no cerebral extension manifests.
But male potency hears just one call:
the one that I, upon the fool, impressed!
I thought I might slip w...
Saturday 26th October 2013 1:10 pm
Friday 26th April 2013 12:48 am
Great, warm wet ocean rolling, curving, boiling cauldron.
Little grains of sand – brown, white, clear, black.
Thrown together onto the beach.
A small layer, a medium layer, a deep layer compressed into rock.
Hundreds of feet thick. Exposed to elements, rain, cold, wind, snow.
No warm carboniferous sun here. Just a windy plateau of a rock face.
Monday 27th February 2012 12:57 pm
Mother Nature screams in utter rage, a voice as loud as thunder and death and one Man can’t hear himself; yet he knows something is wrong – this is because he has ruined and taken and not given a damn, raping the world, His world and not caring one bit.
So She is concerned and now She acts in the only way that will get results –
Thursday 3rd November 2011 3:32 pm