am i ee

Jan 2016

Dylan Whisman

Artists

I listen to the songs they sing,
about the peace and the love,
about unity and compassion.
I stop,
and I hear nothing.
Why do you think they're always in my ears?
I keep them near to me.
artists are truly born somewhere other than earth,
they pass by on shooting stars
belting out their messages so sincere.
but does it actually hit earth,
or does it just turn to dust in the sky?

Have a great evening humans, and don't forget to comment:)

#rambles

Jan 2016

SassyJ

Colony Collapse Disorder

Patterned dots, existence connects
An anther to a stigma, reproduction
The pollen withers, pollution subsides
Colonies of bees vanish in the wind
Toxic genetic food wins in binge

Mother earth cries in pain, an ail
Food chains and supplies cut short
Globalised mass production of poison
Supermarkets stocking “all season”
Consumerism monopolies swell

The environment abused and misused
Plastic bottles displaced, a chemical sludge
The haunted “great pacific garbage patch”
Littered garbage, debris and chemical sludge
Humanity displaced, dissociated and divided
Ruining sea waters , floating landfill fueled

Probability of heightened population
Global panics, mimicked maniacs
Reductions of resources to feed all
Unsustainable long windy farms
Big roads, buried bills, stingy reality

We are connected to every elephant that stamps, every bird that flies and every bee that buzzes. As peculiar as this may be it is so true. In the last 15 years the bee population is diminishing/ disappearing! It may seem far-fetched but it is true and relevant. They call it CCD (Colony Collapse Disorder). Initially, they blamed it on pesticides but this can only affect 1/3 of the population. Some scientists blame it on genetically modified crops as they might have toxics that poison the bee. But this has got a great effect on the food chain.

Such trends identify immense threat. Globalisation has meant that we have "all season" food.... you can get what you want... when you want it. Is our consumerism mode to blame? Have our reckless outlook in life lead to "the great pacific garbage patch"?

The world population is on the increase currently at 7.3 billion and projected to be 9.7 billion in 2050. Have we got enough resources in mother earth? Have we abused and used her? It's a long long road, the windy path... the stingy reality.

#pollution #bees #ccd #population

Jan 2016

SassyJ

Reposed in Couplet

As she lay in her vulnerability
She remains open to the universe

As she surrender her nakedness
She radiates to the warmth

As she engulfs in the wild
She roams, serving curiosity

As she break in the swinging tides
She soaks in abundance

As she belches the aura of the past
She sums up brilliance

As she looks up to the waning moon
She strokes her mood in tunes

She is a woman, a beauty to be felt
As she smiles out to the shores

She is the womb, an unfurling fertility
As she carries others burdens

She is the ultimate female energy
As she balances the male synergy

She is to be nurtured and loved
As she bears the fruits of earth

She is stunning with her sparkles
As without her we won’t exist

She is a lover, a mother, a sister
As we hold her womanly nature

Note: Inspired by a painting I did of a naked woman lying in repose but -looking out to the shores. What is she? What might she be thinking? *Dedicated to all the women.... the feminine energy.

A woman beauty is superb. She engulfs the wind, the storm, the tides and dunes. Her strength sums up brilliance, its strokes as abundance. She balances the male synergy... she is your lover, our mother, our sister, our child... the womanly nature of the woman.

#earth #woman #energy #fruit #feminine #womb #synergy

am i ee Jan 2016

past midnight.. tapping into the creative forces

walking alone
under the waning moon
hot cup of tea
held in blue mittened paws

vast feet of snow
covering
muffling
this earth

nary a form in sight
but one nice
girl at the
beginning of this
night walking
delight

mind circles round
to little itches
of annoyance

tiny troubles
of minor proportions

pondering nature
hers and ours

which emotions
are off limits

seems those
that burst &
explode
in
messy ways

but dear fellow
humans
what is so
uncomfortable
about
exploring
your

shadow side?

my love
my moon

your shadows
subtle & calm

these walks with you
create me
fresh
anew

am i ee Jan 2016

epitaph

if there were
ever to be one
written or
uttered

it would be
'i feel a poem coming on'

or
'she always felt a poem coming on'

but...

when i am dead
and gone

i wish
to be
completely
&
utterly
forgotten.....

a long lost wind
blowing grains
of sand
of dust

scattering
all to the
ten
directions

Jan 2016

SY Burris

aestātī

My lips,
Listless letters without ledgers
Lie—
Loom—
Languish in light of eyes
That hang like Neptune,
Or fall like the Moon
Away.
Still, I remember
The yellow dogwood blossoms,
And what they told us.
Years later we died
Separately, together,
As drops in puddles.
Jupiter followed,
Dipping beneath the Sun’s light
With nothing but fear,
And Cytherea,
Boiling beneath her mask,
Fell into Hermes
While our children watched
With horror from their homes...
And Olympos sank into the sky.

Jan 2016

SY Burris

Puddle Jumper

Her feet were balloons and her toes were the ties,
And her shoes were a way of life—
Boots to splash in puddles and heels to catch an eye.
Her legs were the ocean and her arms were the moonlit sky
And her hands were binoculars and her palms were maps,
And her fingers showed him the way.
Her nails were chameleons that changed when they liked
And her skin was tan in the fall and pale in the spring,
But her cheeks were always rose
And her shoulders were turtles, lifting the world,
And her neck was only a scarf
And her stomach was empty but her chest was full
And her hips spoke for themselves
And her golden hair coiled like silk snakes before the killing strike.
Her ears were the willows on the edge of the lake,
And she could hear but never liked to listen,
And when she did, you knew,
And her questions were stupid and her answers were not
And her thoughts were clouds in the morning
And her voice was the wind
And he was lucky.

Her eyes were blue and hung like Neptune in the dark,
And her gaze could cool the sun,
And she was beautiful.