Why on Earth
the deceit
on our grandchildren
fabricated ways of
thinking it's easier if we pretend
blind
smoke on the horizon
smells bitter, far from sweet
levels of carbon dioxide 1969 in atmosphere 330ppm
standard of living by gross world product 12 000 billion dollars
population 3, 616, 108, 749 leaves 3 318 dollars per capita
child and the candy char, only given one
char and the child with adult gone out of the building
instead of hitting
we slaughter our children
how on Earth
lake can vanish in the mind of a child
and in the eyes closed by adult
bubble bath bay no child would ever go
no adult has seen
stings the stink of chemicals
trees awe and weep
waters move in shivering agony
level of carbon dioxide 1989 in atmosphere 358ppm
as man made march of money goes on
standard of living by gross world product 26 500 billion dollars
population 5, 230, 452, 409 leaves 5 066 dollars per capita
the obesity of greed
once considered a cardinal sin(s)
where to put the stuff we buy and buy and
buy...and have to buy a bigger house
impatience of a child seem infectious to adults
building up money based careers upon the
principalities of lust for more
land of ice is land of ice
never change, the glaciers, only melt
in children's mind
dreamful role plays of queens of ice
and behind back
turned by
adults
car tends to provide you with overwhelming heat when
one turns off air conditioning on sunny day
when windows are closed -
this planet is a car
how on Earth
is it so hard to see even if eyes closed
feel the heat
in the car
level of carbon dioxide 2009 in the atmosphere 390ppm
lot is only a lot in comparison to what
we had, greed is always more and
plenty will turn into too few
standard of living by gross world product 58 500 billion dollars
population 6, 834, 721, 933 leaves
8 559 dollars per capita
deserts are flooding, expansionists
forests are falling, down
and burning
erosion, hurricanes, massive raining, too hot, too cold, typhoons,
flooding, snow not falling, ice is melting, cities polluted, heatwaves,
cars, coal plants, unnecessary things we buy and buy and buy and throw
away, non-recycling behavior, deeds we do in everyday life, the
politicians we elect, shame on else not, shame on ourselves, country
by city by block by house by people, it is the individual choice we make
every day
normally when one hears sirens
the help is on its way
past times ruined land saw rats
leaving the sinking ship
rats find there way
to survive any maze
except
the caged one
even a child can understand sirens
mean trouble and
need to fulfill the aid forsooth
adults are touching the air
between the bars
even blind man can feel them
the cold
amounts of carbon dioxide in future rises, more people inhabit
the still beautiful planet, we'll get richer the more and richer some more
the standard of living
not by dollars
as we toss the place in flames and
tell the sirens to take it easy
?
how on Earth
Well of Words
Word. Another. Joined between a feeling, a memory, a sense. Let it flow from within to sentences. Simple, sensible and truly something original. Written emotions on paper: a poem.
A Poem
Flashing by moment
a sense, feeling
that never comes
another
not to anyone
not to me
ever again
I grab to that glimpse
squeezing the sense
through feelings
eyes closed
forgotten in me
I hold back
and I let go
to paper
a sense, feeling
that never comes
another
not to anyone
not to me
ever again
I grab to that glimpse
squeezing the sense
through feelings
eyes closed
forgotten in me
I hold back
and I let go
to paper
The Poet In Me
Nice to see you here!
This is where my feelings and thoughts many times end up. More than twenty years ago I scribbled my first poems as 14 year old boy that was dreaming about being published author and poet.
Well, as usual, the poems never were sent to publisher and learning process was considered too hard - might have been different if there would have been internet then.
So I wrote occasionally less and less until last year when I decided to start writing for real since I had extra time. Started a blog and build some confidence. Finding All Poetry poetry society really made difference; more fellow poets and for the first time critique. And chance to read lots of good poetry
Now I am serious on writing and aim to improve to the lengths to make it for real. I am going to be published since I have a poet inside me and I intend to unleash it
This is where my feelings and thoughts many times end up. More than twenty years ago I scribbled my first poems as 14 year old boy that was dreaming about being published author and poet.
Well, as usual, the poems never were sent to publisher and learning process was considered too hard - might have been different if there would have been internet then.
So I wrote occasionally less and less until last year when I decided to start writing for real since I had extra time. Started a blog and build some confidence. Finding All Poetry poetry society really made difference; more fellow poets and for the first time critique. And chance to read lots of good poetry
Now I am serious on writing and aim to improve to the lengths to make it for real. I am going to be published since I have a poet inside me and I intend to unleash it
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