Tag: climate change
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Creation groans.
The bounteous skin of the earth corrupted, its bones break through, bleaching in the sun-
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Where Land is Rare
I stood on the cliffs and looked out to blue, blue sea, the bobbing boats with lines and nets in the bounty. ——- An innocence spread out on the tortured ruins below the rippling waves where we came too late, too slow. – Heard the bells of the churches and cathedrals…
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A Letter to Santa
I’ve written my letter and sent you my note, he’s bound to see just what I wrote, its not a lot but I’m sure he’ll see that all these things are not for me. ============= Dear Santa, please may I have a big box of peace, homes and hope along with my socks, a jigsaw…
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Deadly
There was a cloud of purple winged butterflies, fluttering to and fro, settling like thistledown on the flowers and leaves of the thickly wooded slopes of the rising morning misted mountains. —————————— Bees hummed amidst the ruby red geraniums, and their tiny legs filled with he mysteries of multi grains of pollen, carry back to…
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Spring Death
The sun caught the shy violet, shedding light on them, as they appeared like sapphires in the grass and gorse and gave joy to the slow journeying. ————- They smiled at the swift, flying swallow retuned to a cold and frightened land, as it dipped and darted, diving for flies while the fearing folk stayed…
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Mother Earth
Her vital blood vessels, congested with synthetic carbons and an aortic aneurism of melting ice issuing and spilling over a splashed land. —————————— Her joints, arthritic and stiffened by politicians feasting on fine minerals. Muscles, fatigued by black, oil soaked economies, shunning the light. ———– Growth glands and physiology polluted by toxins derived from fertilisers,…
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Plastic Warfare
The clouds floated on the face of the water, which flowed silently under branches of trees. Nothing moved nothing stirred but the grey water. ———————- Up above the sun shone cloaking the trees in burning heat and searing the ground; charring the last vestiges of grass that were not burned by the salt laced stream.…
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Too Late!
——————————— The flowers wilt on the wracked earth, there are no buzzing bees, temperatures soar untempered, children stare out of thin slits of curtains, closed against the searing sun. ———————————————- It was an emergency, now it emerges change was too late. Nothing growing on the farms where water has long been gone. ——————————— The flowers…
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