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2011 Poetry Theme Challenges#12 CJay Challenge (Wildlife Preservation) |
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Hello Poets; Over the weekend I was prompted to write a poem inspired by the need to protect the endangered species of our planet, even the Earth itself. I must admit I found it somewhat challenging but nonetheless I felt there is a need for such work. So the challenge, inspired by a young lady called CJay, is that of the endangered life of our planet be it animal, vegetable or the resources of our planet.
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CJay Challenge
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Maryse Achong"Doe a deer, a female deer," That’s me and Dottie is my name, My ancestors once roamed these forests almost free from fear, But that was long before the humans came. They realized they were fair prey for larger beasts, 'Survival of the fittest', jungle law, They had their place in the food chain, as someone else’s feast Perhaps, but now the odds are stacked against us even more. I hope that I shall live to be a granny doe, But tomorrow might well be the day I die, And you have made the chances of that greater so I cherish every night with my mate close by. Please giver me the chance to live ‘til Nature has her way, My little one still needs a Mama’s care, You wouldn’t want your baby’s mother blown away, Don’t shoot me just because I am a deer! back to list |
Kathy AndersonI hear the robins at morn The coyotes by night Knowing all is well Until news says otherwise That wolves are unsafe In the farmers pens No gun is spared Nor bullet gathers rust As long as there are men Man takes what's not his To make space For all his waste Another pelt trophy Or tossed on the scrap heap Of slaughtered beasts When will they ever learn To make peace With the wild children of earth?!  back to list |
Divena CollinsIn a perfect world on a perfect day I went on my way. For I did go a rambling upon my bike I have to say I saw a field of cows the prettiest Jersey kind. Climbed the fence to join them I didn`t think they`d mind; So I peddled across the field just me and my old bike The critters turned and chased me you never saw the like. But I didnt really mind cause I`m a Country Lover. Well I skidded on a cow pat and I landed on another There really was no need to create a major issue Oh my Kingdom my Kingdom, if I only had a tissue. Made my bold escape underneath a barbed wire fence Into the next field. Oh where was my common sense For Its times just like this, I just know I am a fool. But I didnt mind at all `cause I`m a Country Lover. Way yonder in the corner was an Aberdeen Angus bull He greeted me with a snort and stamped his beefy hoof Like the bull on a corned beef tin, but this was living proof. Now wearing strong cow scent was just a little bit risky Aberdeen Angus hoof and horn was acting much too frisky I made my escape once again from that field to another. But I did`nt really care `cause I`m a Country Lover. Found a nice clean stream, with floating water cress To wash myself clean for I was a frightful mess That lovely cool water was such a welcome sight. When up jumped a frog and gave me such a fright The moral to this story, take the good with the bad I would never want to swap today not for any other You see I did`nt mind at all `cause I`m a country lover.  ----- Last Tree When the last tree is severed from the land And all wild fruits are gathered from the field Creations have perished with a fruitless yield Then and only then shall people understand; Whilst snatching wild berries from their stalk Like us they live and breathe with sap within To destroy this wonder shall surely be a sin Still they desire these forests in which to walk; There will come to pass when they will know They cannot take and still watch them grow How much more shall nature then withstand It would take too many long years to restock; Of mans destruction when can growth begin To ignore this tragedy shall surely be a sin.  Art Work by Vladimir Kush ----- Of Nature here shalt be earth, water wind and fire Upon this planet where humans shall live Where natural elements shall transpire. Along side nature with strength of hand There shalt be earth water wind and fire. Nothing on this earth shall they deprive. For laws of nature are all they require Understanding rules bound to survive There shall be no greed or no demand. No ill feelings nor threats to conspire Nature shall give all the help she can There shall be earth water wind and fire. All that is needed for earthings to thrive And all shall dwell with love and desire There shall be earth water wind and fire. For the seeds of life shall soon revive; And new borne shall then be spawned Yet again humanity once more shall sire. For thus mother of nature had planned There shall be earth water wind and fire. A new morning shall then be dawned. Along with the elements they require For all the nutrients here and beyond There shall be earth water wind and fire.  ----- Once There Were Lilacs Once there was a lilac tree next door Heavenly scent floated in the breeze Today their existence was taken away. The flowers no longer bloom in May Oh why must people cut down trees Once there was a lilac tree next door. Heart shaped leaves a sweet bouquet Perfect strong and free from disease Today their existence was taken away. Gone is the beauty of a lilac sachet Thro` ignorant know it all`s expertise Once there was a lilac tree next door. For mother nature betrayed this way Protected land they cannot foresee Today their existence was taken away. Why cant they meet nature halfway And lightly prune not to hack it free Once there was a lilac tree next door Today their existence was taken away.  ----- Takuskanskan (Dakota Indian Wind Spirit) Oh great spirit of the wind come blow The sadness in our tribes hearts grow Our land we called home is no more. Silenced are the drum beats of lore; Harken Takuskanskan and maybe then You will hear our drum beats loud again. Oh great spirit of the wind come blow Across our rivers with rapids that flow Over black hills and wide open plains. Help us to salvage what ever remains HarkenTakuskanskan and maybe then You will hear our buffalo return again. Oh great spirit of the wind come blow Over this land in a blanket of snow Desolate now but for wild wolves cries. Through hungry spiritual amber eyes Watch Takuskanskan and maybe then You will see our tribes return once again.  ----- Wisdom Only a teenager she had been at the time But still she recalls tho` way past her prime Within green fields by the cool waters edge. `Neath the sweet scented honeysuckle hedge; Within her dreams strange feelings took part Oh how these fantasies, awakened her heart. Where was her Prince she now could not find `Tis none but the breeze caressing your mind` Where is the kisses he bestows upon me. `Tis none but a dew drop `neath the oak tree` Why must I weap in my sorrow once more `Tis not of sad tears but rain on earths floor.` Mother natures voice whispered tenderly She spoke with a wisdom which was to be Love with your heart, and not just your mind And never be impatient but always be kind Her words was remembered for many a year Words of the wise she hath spoken sincere.  back to list |
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Jem FarmerEach day Man’s progress takes their homes away, Ignoring the voices of those that care, Greed is leaving the land bereft and bare, Surely we can find a different way. Another mother lost her young today; Without a mention in the evening news, Just an animal unable to choose, She has no voice unless we dare to say. And the lonely wolf howls into the night, No longer knowing the land he called home, The place he was once safe to freely roam, Wanton destruction brings a world of fright, The wild voices of nature can but cry, Can we ever give them the reasons why?  back to list |
Ivor HoggMan interferes with Natures Laws Without a thought to consequence Because he’s sure he’s right of course He fails to use his common sense. Man’s interfering guarantees Demands for food exceed supplies. Allows the numbers to increase. This is a fact we can’t deny. Too many mouths; too little food. A recipe for violence. That is the reason why we should admit that Natures Laws make sense. Because the land cannot sustain Such overpopulation. Nature must cull the herds again. Apply her own solution. Achieve the balance needed to Correct the situation Though most will die she’ll save a few. A breeding population. Although intended to relieve. Man’s interference does no good He cannot possibly achieve an adequate supply of food. back to list |
Ryter RoethicleKnowing that soon its time will come, Each plant lives and dies, and sows Its own nourishment to help it grow, The next generation it then becomes. Verdant bush abounds and hums When woken up from winters doze And sight and senses become exposed To mountains blue from haze of gums. The same happens with all the beasts Nature’s balance keeps species alive Mutating in order that all survive. Whether it be hunter or it be feast Each creature will guiltless connive To ensure that it’s species thrives.  ----- Objections Over-ruled Japanese ships looking for whales murdering. Mankind thou art sick to witness this death in silence. Perhaps Nature replied and her tsunami was revenge. The world stock market affected by their indifference. Thousands of Japanese die Then and after Justice or revenge When taken to task Nature’s reply Research!  ----- Wonderful World It’s winter the birds are noisy whilst the sombre sky look down. It’s winter some trees are bare but some still have their leaves. It’s winter but Lorikeets still play and the trees seem happier for it. It’s winter and they are hiding again as winter rains belt down. It’s winter and the rain’s belting down hear it pounding on the roof. It’s winter and the birds are back it's still a wonderful world.  ----- Zona Pellucida In the mountains the snow is falling creating a cold blanket. The ski season is starting and four wheel drivers will challenge themselves. The plant life sleeping is disturbed and violated by their machismo behaviour. At least the skiers stick to their patch and do minimum harm. The symbolic showering of ice, snow and mud is a symbolic ejaculation. A true indication of their alleged masculinity and sexuality. back to list |
Liz Rule"albatross flies over blackened feeding grounds - oil slicked ocean  red on black feather the currawong's last warble drops from the cat's claws  long silken tongue probes for salty nectar - on my hand a moth  stealing shells the tide tossed ashore unhurried... no worries  ----- What Good is a Day "What good is a day?" I asked the snail I met on my path. He was heading toward my vegie patch to nibble on leaves. "Don't touch my turnips" I cried, "or lettuce, cabbage, zucchini." He eyed me with disdain; an earth dweller knows naught of title. Leaves are his world, his food, his shelter, the garden his workplace. Everything that lies on his path is his day's purpose ... even slime.  back to list |
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