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Guardians | Dee Allen - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

Guardians | Dee Allen

They stand watch
Over everything precious
That thrived in moist shadows
And passed beneath them

Coastal Redwoods:
Towering, supremely thick,
Rust-coloured specimens
Of wood with

Twelve-inch bark,
Giant elders,
Guardians of groves
At first glance, intimidating-looking

Yet inviting,
Maintained a steady vigil
One thousand years or less

Some humans rightfully saw
Fit to preserve these
Ancient watchers of life

When they wandered through
One of the groves,
William and Elizabeth Kent
Witnessed still, unspoiled

Botanical beauty, vowed its
Protection from the logger
Saw’s ripping touch and
Gave it John Muir’s name

Verdant patches of three-leaf clovers,
Sprawling coils of fern,
Tall, slender Douglas firs
Trying hard to imitate

Their mightier redwood cousins,
Hungry squirrels scamper the dirt
Floor on a foraging trip, a craving for acorns,
Fallen or on a branch, needs sating,

Lean little trickle of water running
Down an extensive ditch towards Mount Tamalpais way,
Sorry masquerade as a full, rushing creek,
The steady march of hikers

Boots and sneakers treading new
Grooves into over worn trails
Are offered protection & shade
By the guardians
In return.

_________
W: 11.4.14

[From the book “Elohi Unitsi: Poems [2013 – 2018]”,
Conviction 2 Change Publishing, 2020.]

The Thirteenth Hour | Dan Tindall - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

The Thirteenth Hour | Dan Tindall

These elderly invaders
Have long since gone
Native on the poor rocky
Soil and ancient drainage
Where Bold Kevin
His chainsaw
And his musical ear defenders
Cut logs for fuel from
The fallen corpses left by
Unexpected storms
Business has no place here
In the shadow of fierce uplands
Where desperation breeds resignation
Just at the moment
When cooperation should
Confront change
And so wrap its many selves
In a warm layer of
Birdsong and light
The blue plume of the two-stroke
Lingers and seems
For a second to
Look west
Then is dispersed
Conveniently forgotten
Amongst the restless pollen clouds

More at http://www.dantindall.com.

Standing at the Edge of the World | Joan Leotta - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

Standing at the Edge of the World | Joan Leotta

I stand at the edge of the world.
You may think the world is round:
“What comes around, goes around.”
But in these last days, sinkholes
of horror have opened up.
High tides, high winds
fill the hole
until water spills out
racing across empty spaces
in my heart,
rolling across my flat, flat earth
stopping just before the fires,
just before spilling over the edge
where I stand, sweating in the
heat of the flames.
Other winds whip up the fire
exploding sparks that devour
greenery, turning air into hellish heat.
Flames race to where the water stops
threatening to dry up what hides in
those black holes.
Earth shakes with anger
at their efforts
spewing lava as argument.
How long will it stay
together? If it were round
it would burst apart
So I remain, alone
wondering if
all is truly flat while
listening to the wind
whose bluster tells me
he is sure that he,
alone, is in command.

More at http://www.joanleotta.wordpress.com.

Tears | Diane Woodward Dorff - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

Tears | Diane Woodward Dorff

“Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that’s the inheritor of our fear. Let him not love the earth too deeply. Let him not laugh too gladly when the water runs through his fingers, nor stand too silent when the setting sun makes red the veld with fire. Let him not be too moved when the birds of his land are singing. Nor give too much of his heart to a mountain or a valley. For fear will rob him if he gives too much.”
Alan Paton – Cry, the Beloved Country

cry, the beloved country
weep for the rising oceans undefended
grieve for the freshness of the air unshielded
for the forgotten cost of the purity of rivers
abhor the leaders investing themselves in themselves
mourn the babies raised in uncertainty
but let not the growing children
safeguard their hearts in mistrust
let them give their hearts beating with wonder
to the silver-green bending grasses
to the branches of willows holding all their breath underneath
to the secret days that turn the wheat from green to golden
to the green sky holding the water that makes the rainbow
let the young ones cleave to their beloved country
unafraid of tears

The Earth Speaks | Neil Creighton - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

The Earth Speaks | Neil Creighton

I gave you all, said “Come, lie with me,
on me, in me, by me, through me,
gaze upon me, caress me.
I give you life and beauty too —
all I have is yours to share
but please place me gently in your care.”

But you have torn my garments,
stolen my jewels, scarred my face,
besmeared and besmirched my skin,
groped and gouged my secret parts —
your rule, cruel, your treatment, rough,
so insatiable you can never get enough.

I writhe and cry out in protest.
I heave and crack,
send mighty tempests.
I stop the rain.
I send parching heat.
I must struggle and strive
and cry for help.

I plead too, say,
“Come, repent, be my friend,
be tender, gentle, make amends,
it is not yet too late to start again.
Think for a moment of the future.
Those children left will bemoan your folly,
and, despairing about their hope and fate,
curse your abusive misrule,
and you for being a short-sighted fool.”

O can we not live together?
I give you life and beauty.
Can you then not care for me,
love me, work with me
or must I, at last, finally, regretfully,
in deepest sorrow
turn my back and put you out?

—–
When I walked beside the magnificent Aletsch Glacier in Switzerland, saw how much it had retreated, read about the speed with which this is happening, heard the glib pronouncements from politicians, I was moved by the idea of how exploitative we humans are and our need to act to protect the earth, the only home we will ever have. This poem and its abusive metaphor is the result.

Earth: A Love Story | Hope Vigil-Alvarez - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

Earth: A Love Story | Hope Vigil-Alvarez

She was beautiful
So blue and green
Within the starry skies
She’d dance and preen.
Then Man came to live within her
And she cried with joy
So flattered with attention
Her flowers blossomed
And leafy trees bloomed
But soon Man decided that she just wasn’t modern
So he dressed her up
In buildings
Made up her face
In neon lights
She was eager to please
And let him have his way
But then he complained
“I don’t even recognize you anymore, you’ve really let yourself go, or I can’t live here anymore”
She cried acid rain tears of pollution
For she’d tried so hard
Given the best years of her life
Only to be rejected.
She knew something had to change
So she steeled herself against him
And decided it was Time
For another Ice Age.

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