Category Archives: Green Poetry

Earth Poor


My children deserve better; my children deserve more than a world that’s left in ashes – we’re leaving them ‘Earth Poor.’ And it’s all because of gluttony and the urge to self-destroy; Our hedonistic narcissism – our consumeristic joy. In all … Continue reading

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Chorus of the Dawn


Songs of laughter, songs of praise, each morning as their voices raise in chorus, joyful to the Dawn they usher in a new day born. The Chorus of the Dawn l hear and to my heart it is so dear.

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Two Dawns (written to celebrate Spring)


A flower opening with the Dawn; the beauty of a land newborn. Its petals open, kiss the sky inviting bee and butterfly to sup on nectar, Oh so sweet so other flowers they can meet. Then one more flower meets … Continue reading

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Thoughts of the dawn


At dawn the sun kisses the day and signals time for life to play. Yet one more tune to all that’s true; to mountains high and oceans blue. At dusk in one last brilliant ray, old Sol farewells yet one … Continue reading

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Nurturing


Snow peaks rise like breasts Nurturing the land beneath. The sustenance of Mother Earth; Life, Birth, Death, Infinity.

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Ebb & Flow


Ends come and go; life’s ebb and flow. Like peaks aglow; sun on winter snow. Springtime rivers flow; where did Winter flow.

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Celebrating the Dawn


I love the early morning; the sunrise from the train. The brilliant hue of sun on clouds; its pink and orange stain that speaks to us of rebirth; earth once again reborn. There’s all of that and so much more … Continue reading

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Our Nature 2


Fueled by the fire of insatiable greed we wander the earth seeking yet one more feed. The cultures consumed, the wildness laid bare to us simply profit – a part of life’s fare. Our feces is strewn from North to … Continue reading

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Our Nature


Fueled by the fire of insatiable greed I see in their eyes unquenchable need built on expectations that cannot be met and rules all unwritten but so firmly set that we’ll all clamber to dizzying heights to consume ever more … Continue reading

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What to do today?


There’s healing out there in the hills much stronger than the strongest pills. Just put your foot down – that’s a start, then let them wander with your heart. So if you’re feeling down today take a hike down Nature’s … Continue reading

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Shooting Elephants


When I was a boy I wanted to shoot elephants like all the great men did; the dream to hunt in wildest Africa for all the wonders that it hid. To ride across the Serengeti and see those mighty herds … Continue reading

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Shooting Elephants


When I was a boy I wanted to shoot elephants like all the great men did; the dream to hunt in wildest Africa for all the wonders that it hid. To ride across the Serengeti and see those mighty herds … Continue reading

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Ak Ak


And then there was Ak Ak who Burrowed in so deep, down to where reality could very rarely seep. Deep down where the madman; the mattress beater wild had all of his bullshit, ever so neatly filed. But through it … Continue reading

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Getting some air


Stand atop a high place – it doesn’t matter where; just stand tall and listen to the Windsong in your hair, for that’s the song of Gaia, you can hear it anywhere, if you find a place to hide from … Continue reading

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Nature’s Beat


At times I like to wander out where the Gods still make a stand. Out in those bits they can still touch, in this once wide brown land. Those remnants that they’ve left us where we can still be free. … Continue reading

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