2012 Poetry Theme Challenges
#05 Sacred Mother
Blessings and love for Spring!
As spring returns to the Northern Hemisphere and autumn to the Southern I find myself reflecting on the wonder of nature, its beauty seems so vivid and alive as new life bursts from the earth and vibrant colours brighten the horizon before winter. So for this challenge the theme is Mother Earth and the wonders of nature.
We’re pilgrims on a journey here on Earth,
We ought to love this place which we call Earth.
Nature bestows gifts which we all collect,
And despite this we fail to cherish Earth.
We claim all that she offers but neglect
In turn to take care of the planet Earth.
This world that we call home is being wrecked,
And we must do our best to save the Earth.
If we don’t learn to show her some respect,
In time we’re going to destroy Mother Earth.
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In new birdsong I've heard the goddess call
The call of Spring in renewal of life
A life reborn with the first chirp and whiff
Of unmistakable scents in air fair,
Winds blowing Coventina's blessings all,
For her well abundantly gives all there.
For this robins pluck their breasts for each nest
No rest until the last fledgling leaves it,
Till leaves turn red in Fall to fall amidst
The golden rays of suns last borrow'd heat
To complete the cycles before death bests
Even the immortals on throned seats.
All are kissed by dark and dreary forecast,
The days light again lengthens for to see
Coventina birthing her Sun as she
Has always done faithfully, so
Yet again gods rays bestow power fast
To bud and seed and all that need him to.
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With floral garlands in their hair
Amidst the circle within a trance
Maidens dance to greet the sun
Reciting ancient celtic chants.
'Solar power send your warmth
Cold winter winds doth blow
Cruel fingers of winters grasps
Oh come ye melt away the snow.'
'Spring awaits you wondrous sun
Our new borne lambs doth bleat
Care for them with loving rays
And ripen sheathes of wheat.'
'Turn our hills. lush and green
Our rocks and craggies bold
We shall read the celtic runes
Like past times gone by of old'
Hereby this our dancing endeth
With a thank you toward the sun
Maidens present natures gifts
The summer solstice hath begun.
I turn to the wind to make me feel alive
Enfolded in the arms of natures charm
Embracing this energy within to contrive
Affections with nature that does no harm;
Breezes across meadows are there to give
Relaxing feelings with an innermost calm
Bouquets of lavender to blend and thrive
Reviving the senses with a soothing balm;
So precious the seeds that winds do blow
For all to flourish the new seasonal shoots
Where an ancient barren landscape resided
Let the rain clouds follow for seeds to grow;
To water and nurture a spreading of roots
Which our Mother of nature had provided.
How lovely the rainbow displays its fine hues
In an arc of diffused fine pigments of pastels
Soft droplets of rain with sun shining through
Wonders and fantasies of the heaven impels :
How graceful this World we live in shall be
If we just take the time to enhance our mind
All the beauty around us the earth and the seas
Green meadows and dales woodlands and trees
Tall mountains with rivers and incoming breeze.
Tall mountains with rivers and incoming breeze
Wild flowers that flourish, throughout the land
Sweet fragrance to nourish the senses to please
Ripplets of water formed on warm golden sand
Flocks of wild geese returning home once again
From a far off land after a seasonal migration
A few may never make it to their own domain
My hearts filled with wonder and admiration
As they return again within perfect formation.
Oh sacred tree where natures treasures lie
So sweet the golden sap that flows therein
Thou gnarled tangled boughs shall never die
Of ancient mystic charms that dwell within
Ever protected from the bleak winter sky.
When blessed seasons mother nature spins
The treasures of wonders spring beholds
As she weaves once more from seasons bold.
What magical fantasies might she now tell
Of dryads and faeries throughout the glade
Of maidens enchanted by her magical spell
That bades the bleak winter solstice to fade
Her prophesies cast where the forests dwell.
Of seasonal beauty spring blossom displayed
Blessed be trees thro'out the long seasons
Where Mother nature pledged her reasons.
A lilacs scent spreads upon earth growing
Within blossoms of a seasonal bouquet
With waters of streams gently flowing
How calming a scene of Springtime`s array
When the tiniest buds of May are showing
For love shall bloom within hearts this day
Such passion within breathes of desire
That shalt softly nurture flames of fire.
Come all ye may on a springtime season
To savour the pleasures of warmth within
For Mother of nature has her own reason
The warmth of your lover shall be no sin
Nor shalt passion be classed as treason
For spring is the season love shall begin
If summer should vanish with the rose
Let it be this love ne'er comes to a close.
Yin Yang Zen
Gentle water of peace flow upon mountain
Thro` mist of ancient chinese cultural lore
Unto sacred path of calm crystal fountain.
Water of life that flow thro` earthen vein
Flowing gently spiritual power of Yin-Yang
Sharing nutrient ofcalm unto bamboo cane.
Thus sway gently to the music of a breath
Of life giving air that dance with a breeze
Within a Zen garden which nature bequeath.
Spiritual calmness that ease troubled mind
Shall benefit greatly with a calming touch
That all within a Zen garden shall unwind.
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In childhood innocence learning to walk,
A journey begins on open pathway,
And the minds seeks the beauty in a day,
Embracing joy and facing problems strife,
Open the ears now to hear nature talk,
The guiding hand on this journey of life.
The runic pattern cast upon the ground,
That calls wandering Celt to journey home,
To sacred lands where mighty kings were crowned,
And there hearts dwell while the feet may roam,
Ancient songs of Mystery once more found.
O Celt, now sing the song within your heart,
And love the fertile lands of Mother Earth,
But leave no lasting scars as you depart,
Protect her well for future love and mirth,
Respect her mortal realms of divine art.
Sweet Scented Lavender
The beauty of woman shone in her eyes,
And sweet scented lavender called my name,
As silent kisses began another game.
My mind so lost where her beauty is found,
As whispers trailed into those plaintive sighs,
Revealing her breath is the only sound.
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A cascade of bird song descends.
From a songster in the sky.
One of our small feathered friends
Who greets the morning joyously.
When she takes wing and starts to sing.
She lifts my heart and makes me smile
This feather songstress of the sky.
Displays her own distinctive style.
A tiny bird with a sweet voice.
She flies aloft reminding us
That we have reason to rejoice.
When we hear the morning chorus.
But humans rise reluctantly
and greet the day begrudgingly.
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I awoke this morning to the sound of rain
Instead of the chatter from the avian chorus.
The monotonous pitter-patter doesn’t bore us
After the ten year hell of an Australian drought.
Only an idiot would want that to happen again
With the hellish life of having to do without.
Lip service to law meant offending a neighbour,
Who, like you had to behave and do without;
It took a while for some to realise there was a drought.
Culpable ignorance is always a selfish misuse
They know nothing about selfless labour
And every statement is just a stupid excuse.
Be not concerned I have gone up to the hills
There is no problem, I am feeling very well.
I have a desire of nature, not a feeling of ills
I'm controlled by Nature, I'm under her spell.
Because of her my mind is open to her thrills
And I'm besotted by the diversity of her smell.
She is the mother of life I should be free
Because she is my Mother, she advises me.
Knowing that soon its time will come,
Each plant lives and dies, and sows
The next generation it then becomes
Its own nourishment and so it grows.
Verdant bush abounds and hums
When woken up from winters doze
Each spring we see new life emerge
Seeing smelling, witness to the surge'
Sight and other senses become a feast
Nature's balance keeps species alive
The same happens with all the beasts
Mutating in order that all survive
Whether it be hunter or it be priest
Each creature will guiltless connive
To ensure its species will endure
That's Natures way you may be sure.
All life and more is in Natures plan
This is the challenge Nature puts on life
The least of which should humble man.
It grows and forms and adapt to strife
Because of the sun and rain see life begin
See new life emerging until it is rife.
Even the worst conditions life will show
See after desert rains how life will grow.
Each plant mutates and has adapted so
Every year with the start of Natures round
It lies dormant in sand, it sleeps in snow
Whilst looking about a new shoot is found
Then suddenly you see the new life glow
For with every chance life will resound.
The Earth flourishes with life of every sort
Mostly bound tight together for support.
The waves break on the shore a reminder.
That in time we come and later we go,
The sea will shape the earth and find her
Compliant to the way she has to grow
And the constancy of the sea is kinder
Because the sea has a more certain flow.
But still man denies this in his conceit
Nature knows and shows he can be beat.
There's a streak of light across the night sky
Just for a short while the sky is bright.
What we're seeing is part of a planet die
And in doing so has lit up our night
How many look up and say "Goodbye"?
How many wonder if it's death was right?
Yet man still ignores this in his conceit
Ignoring Nature, thinking he has her beat.
On My Own
A few lightening flashes and technology's gone.
No power, no phone, a lantern's my only light
So much for civilisation, so much for mans might.
The radio's become my contact with the world
Because of the storm I have no TV to draw on,
And the radio speaks of rain and floods and so on.
And now the planes fly low over my house
The flight path tells me the main runways closed
We are all victims of what nature has imposed.
The pelting rain, even though the storm has gone
And other problems make me feel less than grouse
Probably its very lucky that I'm on my own.
Touch of peace from a forest pool
In the soft, silent lush green forest
See the sunrays flickering through
And insects like smoke invade the view
With sprinkling pillars of golden air
Then disappear like any Will O Wisp
That leaves the pool to the morning glare.
There is silence as night life goes to sleep
Mist shrouded fern and grass with dew
The next shift needs takes on a life anew
So for a while there is a deep silence
As beast and plant this balance keeps
Peace reigns here with co-existence.
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An apple tree grows in the garden on a quiet and solitary isle.
As the dying sun of each day paints the sky with colour
and covers the world with gold,
the tiny, wrinkled apples burn, becoming sweeter and sweeter.
Who will pluck these golden apples on a solitary isle
in a darkening violet sea?
Will it be some wandering youth, or some old man.
Some fair, freckled maid or some withered old crone?
Will some young child claim these succulent apples
or will they fall and rot,
their sweetness and vigour never tasted?
The tiny, wrinkled apples burn, the tiny, wrinkled seasons turn.
Who is this I see rowing across the ocean to greet me,
in such a small and wretched boat?
Who is this hero, this plunderer, this conqueror?
Is he wise enough, is he hungry enough.
Is he brave or innocent or cunning enough to grasp and taste
these final golden apples burning in the dying sun?
Dead Elephants Tell No Tales
Dead elephants tell no tales,
memories only last as long
as sun, moon and starlight.
Hush, hush, what song is the grass singing
beneath the far-off lamp of Venus?
The ocean is over a hundred miles away
but they seem to be on intimate terms...
which is the mother and which the child:
can ten thousands years of laws and governments
ever hope to tame the wild?
Even the nightingale can only ever hope tp
approximate the tuneless melodies of wind and wave,
blown from the heart of the heavens
and the flowered mouthpiece of the grave.
Birds, like angels, merely mediate
the forms and structures that God passes on to them:
it is the djinn and demons of the void
that heard His music first and then taught men
how to fashion flutes out of reeds and hollow bamboo.
The golden fauns of Tebizond
Have decked their curls with moss
And hung bright-petalled marigolds
Upon their fluted horns.
Laughingly they sup from autumn acorns
The sweet fermented elixir of gathered summer dawns.
Ho there, lusty Stonecrop and open-hearted Aconite,
What emerald-tressed hamadryad will you be chasing
Through the perfumed eaves of the forest
This starry August night
When all the moths of the gloaming
Have risen up from the fields of the day
And gone a moonlight roving
Over the invisible hills and far, far away?
Will it be Mistress Willow and her little maid
Will it be wild Rhododendron,
All lit with pale fireflies glow?
Ah, and will the cool-fingered nymphs of the river
Caress your night-fevered brows In the morning
And sing their sweet songs in your ears?
O light-heeled faun of the forest
I think that you will shed but few tears
For the gaining and losing of love
Neath the blossoms and orchids of Night
- but should some little regret or unease settle lazily
upon your gay soul,
why that’s nothing a brief spell of sleep
light smooth over and haply put right.
Come, you goat-footed lads of golden Trebizond
And dance with me a merry jig
- the Moon is high in the gloaming
and we have many sweet acorn cups to sip
and a firkin of moonshine to swig!
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