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08-13-2008, 09:54 AM
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 Nature Poetry Hi poetry corner Allow me to join this corner. My poem is not about love. This is about nature. About a place where I thought raised my childhood to open my eyes about the beauty of living in a planet that i never thought would cease living. When i came to see this, this is what my poem says.... please read. My Childhood River I came to see you, I couldn’t wait Your wide surface flawlessly, adrift Like a mirror laid on a grassy bed Deep in my mind - clear and vivid I brought you flowers on a paper boat I watched them glide, gracefully afloat You heard me giggle, I heard you trickle We bathed together free of trouble Your natural whiff, filled the air Kissed by the sun, it brushed my hair Watery breeze, I smelled your scent Fragrance from green, I deeply breathe I heard laughter, as children played, Swam, splashed down your crystal bed On your pebbled shore I chose to stay Played the grains of the sandy bay Haven’t seen you then 30 years passed I've traveled afar, but I’m here at last To see your surface flawlessly adrift To feel your touch gentle and sweet I came to see you, I couldn't wait Knees shivering weak, my heart wept Standing cold, my eyes couldn’t hide My childhood river - just 2 meters wide  |
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08-13-2008, 03:55 PM
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08-13-2008, 03:59 PM
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Hope there is more where that came from Good-day to you Swany too regards John |
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08-14-2008, 08:54 AM
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Thank you for the readings. I am really emotionally serious about what happens to our nature. There is so more harm than help from the people who live with her. Below is another one about river as you ask for more. In a city here in the Philippines, river bay are reclaimed and converted into human dwelling. Rivers turned into creek that human eye can not recognize that river did exist in the midst of these concrete structures. And I am one of those who happened to temporarily lodge on a structure that stood on a place where it had to be a river bank. On one silent midnight… this is what my poem says…. Please read. The Ghost of Tisa Creek She lives no more in my time Not even in their children’s time Gone with her curve, with her fragrance Lost despite human ordinance But she came, Beneath the empty light In a quietude, In the middle of the night There was reverberation In the air flowing Mumbling like, something’s creeping Invited my senses, kept tickling The creek! The creek! (Now an avenue of human waste) Derelict, desolated - “Was a river long been dead!” Last edited by Boom'E'rang : 08-14-2008 at 09:20 AM. |
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08-14-2008, 03:18 PM
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| One World One People It is quite clear to me Man has throughout history Always sought ways to survive Now we are fighting to stay alive But to what ends have we gone Sending rockets to the Sun All this time they did'nt realize The Earth is one great Paradise With holes in the Ozone layer and climate change The human race is to blame Back to Nature is the only way So lets get serious now,today Boom'E'Rang share your sentiments regards john Last edited by john boy : 08-14-2008 at 05:32 PM. |
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08-15-2008, 09:21 AM
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| A poem for Earth Look at You, Earth In your vast waters Is life only you can breed. You define independence. In your vast waters Are loads of patience, Carrying spills and messes. You define morality. In your atmosphere You carry the timeline Of air and weather, You define care. In your lands, You bear wounds. You try not to bleed. You try to heal instead. You define generosity. Look at you, Earth. You have so much to give. c2006 |
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08-15-2008, 02:50 PM
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| Wow fantastic poetry. John, Mam A. This site can actually call those sleeping sentiments about our nature and collect thousands of poem from around the world and give it to George Bush and to Osama bin Laden and tell them. "Hey! stop the war and make poems and if it is too small a work, just send your dollars to Dumaguete Forum and we will plant trees beside my dying Childhood River" But i don't think Rhoody or the Dane like our idea because thousand poems will consume all bytes of this site... and there will be no space for their diving post and sweating beer topics. For those who just keep their poems like me... let me inspire you by this. A Poet Is Not A poet – is not When his feelings not filled his thoughts When his pages not filled with words A poet – is not When his thoughts not deep-digging sanity When phrases not Rhyming or free A poet - is not When words, feelings, thoughts - unheard about Only for those – a poet When the poet above is not |
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08-18-2008, 12:33 PM
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08-18-2008, 05:05 PM
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Come on Kyliegriffen pour that poem out, that lies dormant in your heart. regards john  |
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08-22-2008, 05:13 PM
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| Open your Mind Open your mind to the beauty around you See the early morning dew with it's droplets of water shining like silver on the blades of grass Watch the Rising Sun climb slowly above the misty haze of morning to blaze brightly in the mid-day sky Listen to the rushing water flow over the stony riverbed meandering it's way to the sea Hear the sound of birds in the tree tops singing their messages from one to another Speak softly not to disturb the peace that is yours away from the noise of the city Tread gently upon the earth beneath your feet so that you leave no footprints no tell tale signs that you were there. |
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