Keeping current in wellness, in and out of the water
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Beneath the sea of glass the tidal forces pull
Strange debris left behind at the beach out to sea
The tangled mass of garbage wraps itself around
Coral reefs and living creatures without mercy
Our casual mindless set of values is strangling
The life from the ocean and the beauty from the shore
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Time passes quickly as the words fly through my mind
Fits and starts of creative linguistic crap is what I find
Will I become a poet in the future when I no longer care?
Or will my visions continue to languish about in the air?
Nobody knows, certainly not me
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Wilderness holds secrets known only to the creatures who inhabit the place
Our visiting feet pass by too quickly to feel the rhythm underground
We keep the earbuds on and miss the harmonic symphony of nature’s sound
Our vision is impaired by limits we accepted without thinking for ourselves
After this picnic comes and goes this will always belong to fairies and elves
To find our place in this puzzle we must look at the world we think we rule
With respect for all sentient beings, every wizard, clown, teacher, and fool
This is a response to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, and it is also the 5th day of #NaPoWriMo2018. This post is killing two poetry birds with one stone. Enjoy the other writers who create responses to this photo on Sue’s Echo. Read, write, and comment on the poets by following the hashtag #NaPoWriMo. It is all poetry all the time in April!! Enjoy!
Sails ripped to shreds in the blasted all night rain storm,
That tiny leaking wooden boat listed to port sadly sinking,
Drunken sailors wearing tattered, filthy rags, bodies barely warm
Had no sustenance their rotten spoiled provisions all stinking
They passed a small island full of greedy giant vultures
The sky filled with black wings soaring, silently hunting
The ship of justice, once proud and elegant, had run aground
Today is day 4 of National Poetry Writing Month. Join the fun to read, write, recite here. 30 poems in 30 days!! Enjoy!
She shimmered and shone as she ascended to float
Above the streets where traffic had screeched to a halt
They stood on rooftops and sidewalks to watch her
Because this kind of night ride in the air was a new thing
They did not know if she was an illusion or a prank
After she rose into the upper atmosphere they told me
Her garments had been sent from heaven just for her
They told us all she was a symbol of peace and power
We never believed a word of it. We knew the truth.
This is day 3 of National Poetry Writing Month. Join us for 30 poems in 30 days. Read, write, and enjoy other poets here. There are no limits. Everyone is invited to participate.
What do you think you learned studying our family history?
Have you reached conclusions about the nature of human existence?
I believe the most pertinent thing I have learned is about delusion
We stay in deep canyons of ignorance in groups habitually
Are you saying we are all ignorant, or that you are so enlightened?
Not at all, dear ancestors, for my own generation I am frightened
Have you seen how the people are destroying Mother Earth?
You should know that this battle began in earlier centuries
That you choose what role you play by the company you keep
All your relations continue to speak directly to your soul’s mysteries
This is day 2 of National Poetry Writing Month. Join the fun all over the internet by following the hashtag #NaPoWriMo2018. Meet poets from around the world and submit your own work here. Let yourself bust a rhyme. Now is the time!!
Placing emphasis on the response we linger over words
That will pass over the heads and minds of others
The spark of imagination was kindled by the firebird
The same mythical phoenix that spoke to our mothers
Our native tongue has been twisted, distorted by lies
It is up to us to bring back the language of the skies
This is the first day of National Poetry Writing Month. I write 30 poems in 30 days each April to honor my famous ancestor poets. Join the fun with poets from all over the world here. Read, write, rap, and have some fun with words this month!!!
If we could hear the stories antique vehicles might reveal
About all their owners and their follies if only they could
Terrible decisions, stormy weather, shattered windshield
Narrow escape followed by a downhill run through the wood
Finally in this time they are treated like rare treasures at last
They represent the beauty, the art, and the culture of the past
Rumbling pipes, paint jobs and restoration done with pride
The hod rod is a symbol. It is more than just a fabulous ride.
It has been a wild and wonderful ride all month on the poetry train. Keep up with the poets at #NaPoWriMo until next April. I urge you to write, read, and recite to enrich your life. Words can lead to amazing places.
We must follow the money and follow the lies
The twists and turns of political intrigue
Burrow deeply into the system to hide from the wise
The secrecy and dishonesty of the big league
The veils must be lifted, the truth must be told
Our leaders deceive us, the facts they withhold
Our nation’s future hangs in the balance between
Those false facades, their mendacity, and coming clean
This month follow the poets at the #NaPoWriMo site to find new poetry, prompts, and contests. Try your hand a busting a rhyme.