Screaming Angels

 When do we wake up?

Our world is burning. 

This land is crumbling, 

Our seas become plastic.

When do we say stop?

Our world is on the edge. 

It dangles on a precipice,

Our only choice is to scream.

Why were we so blind?

Our trees become kindling.

Our breath is now laboured,

Our kin cannot breathe. 

How can we still sleep?

Our lovely creatures perish,

Still we do not cease,

We continue to consume.

When does it end?

In terror and fear.

We made it this way,

The gift we have done in.

What can be done?

To be reactionary is a lie. 

To be aware, to take steps,

Keeping hope alive 'til the end.

How to repent these sins?

Also judge not others.

Only comfort and ease,

You can bring to some.

Where can we turn?

We have created this hell,

No need to fear the devil

He lives within us all.

How does the fire consume all?

There is no way to hide.

Like a ravenous lion,

By its laws we must abide.

Where is our faith?

At the end of it all,

Our world taken from us,

With no where left to fall.

Why can't we see the honour of us?

The fragility of our sanity.

The angels' screaming at us now, 

All because we want to eat the sacred cow.

Wake the hell up!

 

Written next to a river leading to Middle Cove Beach on May 28th, 2024

 Flowing of the river 

like thoughts through their minds.

At parts quick and clear, 

At parts dark, not all kind.

Water cascades quickly, 

down and around the rocks.

The fresh sound of it now, 

opens up a memory lock.

Being young and carefree, 

dipping toes in the brook.

Wading through the reeds,

to find shells to be took.

How it felt to gaze in water,

looking for fish and frogs.

So inquiring, so waunderful,

dodging all the fallen logs.

Walking miles up the river,

curious as can be, 

to see one more tree, 

one more flower gave glee.

Their imaginations were good,

as the surroundings were.

Wandering for some time, 

to see creatures with fur. 

The air was the best,

to breathe in from the source.

Pines here everywhere, 

reaching up with great force.

In these days they knew not, 

of the climate crisis to come.

Just care-free and light,

They knew not of feeling numb.

Numb to the air,

to the waters,

to the earth itself...

It's scary where we are headed.

The Stubborn Mule

 I will never quit, said the Stubborn Mule.

I can not quit, she said again.

I can keep trying, again and again.

I could not stop, not now, not ever.

I shall never cease efforts, not now, not ever.

I could not stop til' my doubts be severed.

I should never lose hope.

I should never give up. 

I shall always see a half-full cup.

I would not faulter, give in, 

I would not break, despite the bad.

I would stay determined, no matter how sad.

I did not cry, said the Stubborn Mule.

I did not break, even with the weight,

I did not falter, even with my fate. 

So I won!

Personifying Pines: A tree as a woman

 

 

The wind is cold,

the frost is in the air.

A pine tree shivers

From the snow that covers it,

Changing its cheery green to white all over.

 

The tree stands tall however,

nor cold, nor ice will tear this giant down.

She remains steadfast and strong,

a symbol to all to ‘grin and bear it.’

 

The tree continues to produce oxygen ,

Like females produce young, as well as shelter

For this alone she is an object of worship

Amongst all land-dwelling animals.

 

In this moment, the poor pine tree is frigid,

she continues to get her nutrients from the ground,

from the rain water, and from Mother Earth.

She refuses to be downtrodden.

 

As they  tend to grow together in groups,

so do the earth’s homo erectus.

Too bad the growth of God’s Adams and Eves

has led to such downfall of the mighty tree!

 

 

The shivering pine is angry with all,

a wastage of God’s ‘Paradise’

has not gone unnoticed by it,

and her nearby comrades are aware of this too.

 

They think, If only humans could be less egotistical,

perhaps braver. more resourceful,

less focused on reaping resources from the land,

and more focused on restoring balance……

 

If only…  

Reflections on a walk

They walk along the sidewalk,
left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot.
They must not think of the feelings of blank,
they're feeling dark as soot.

There is an inner fear
that rises from within them,
must fight it from inside,
have to cut it from the stem.

When reflecting they feel empty,
Like a vase without the flowers.
To refocus they must focus
on their individual powers.

Still they feel more alone,
when they focus on the bad.
They try so hard not to,
but reality can be so sad.

As they walk along they realize
maybe all is not at great cost,
Weighing pros against the cons,
balancing to see what is lost.

However, they may in fact blossom,
rising from this like the sun.
Kind of doing a sort of 180,
returning at once to the fun.

It can be a real challenge,
it can be super hard.
They can do it however,
no matter the hand or the card.

Keep it positive thy say,
Never bend to the pressure.
Never give up!
Never ever! No way!

MOLLY 😊

Perseverance (acrostic poem # 6)

Parts of me never want to falter

Etched in my mind are my goals

Right now I just want to continue

Succeed or keep trying

Efforts never ceasing

Very sure I must keep going

Echoes of my voice

Ranting in my mind

Applying my best to every day

Never failing to smile

Caring about my future always

Enjoying every moment

<3 Valentine's Day <3

A day to celebrate,

The most precious 

Human emotion, 

Love.

A day to remember

To think of the people, 

We love.

Whether we are separated

 

From others by time or space...

 

Our feelings still exist.

Love for our family members, 

Love for our friends,

Love for someone special,

Love is so precious.

The feeling we have in our hearts,

That makes our cheeks...

Flush rosy red. 

From your first small crush, 

To your one true love!

This love, sweet love, 

There is nothing else that can even come close...

To love.