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Once upon a time
There was more than enough time
To pony up
To horse around
To leap frog

Once upon a time
You could chicken out
Or worm your way in
You could cook your goose
And eat it too

Once upon a time
You could cry wolf
Or clam up
You could count sheep
Or tell a whale of a tale

You could get the monkey
Off your back
Then live high on the hog

But time has outfoxed us all
Nowadays time is on the lamb
The water flows along the creek
The fish swim upstream
I see some horses running
Birds flying
The nature's healing

Are we getting there this time
I'm getting tired of the walking
The time it took me to get here
Seems not to be worth it

I look at the horizon
The sun is only half down
The day is getting darker
I should be going inside

A random cabin in the woods
Inside there's a old guitar
The walls have a song written
Who even lives here
Sergiy Sep 19
Why should I work for society
When society is destroying the Earth?
Why should I serve the state
When it's killing the country’s worth?

I debt only one to the planet,
And only one to the forest.
I know for sure that I owe
My life and birth to they, the purest.

They give us food, they give us rest,
Shelter and life — the very best.


But we exchange them for money,
Give back poison, dirt — it's not funny.
Money does not return the lives
That we take just to survive.
Taking life? Then understand —
You must give back with your hand.


Cut down a tree — plant dozens.
Plow the field — then grow wild cousins.
Killed the animals — bring them back,
Help them rise from the attack.

Destroyed the ecology? Then restore
Balance, life, and something more.
If you’ve taken freedom from the wild,
Give it back — to every child.


I debt only one to the planet,
And only one to the forest.
Not to a flag or a man-made rule,
But to the Earth — my only school.


We exchange them for money,
And poison the roots for honey.
But money won't revive the flame
Of the lives we burn in name.
Taking life? Create it new —
That’s the balance owed by you.
Mustafa Sep 1
I am the Road, I am the Road
People travel upon me to places near, places far
Some travel on foot, some on horses, some on donkeys
But horses and donkeys have now been taken over
By motorised vehicles, such as buses and cars

I am man-made, not nature-made
For animals do not need me, nor do birds
But human beings do not possess the directional sense
Given to birds and animals by the creator

Animals and birds can find their way about
They don't need any roads to get from here to there
Man, the intelligent animal gets confused, oh so confused
That's why he needed to make me the road

I am colored, decorated and named much like
An Indian bride before her wedding night
Accessories like signposts are put by my side
Much like the jewellery that brides wear

And I am painted in white and black colours
The way a bride is adorned with henna
And like a newborn, I am given a name
The Great North Road, Southern By-pass
And the like

The Eagle flying overhead looks on with amusement
Mancalls himself the most intelligent of all species
Yet without making and decorating a path
He is unable to go anywhere. He is lost
Yet lower species can find their way about
With or Without A Road
This poem is about the importance of a road to us humans
Bree Aug 17
Length and lean
Tall and mean
Muscle and tone
Sigh and moan

Taught and clean
Bitter and gleam
Crush and bite
Timber and might

Holy and wrought
Rough and cough
Steady and calm
Dirt and charm

Man and soot
Man and foot
Farm and barn
Heat and brawn

Sleep and eat
Never obey
Stormy way
Hidden meat
girlinflames Aug 11
I was crying in bed
Only the moonlight entered the room
My cat kept looking at me
climbed onto the bed
and began to lick
my tears
Joel K Jul 24
I feel compelled to speak my mind—
hectic to nothing else but the air trapped in my heart.

Butterflies in the stomach, yet nothing near the heart.

Lost in thought, trying to find what’s right, this ”divine reverence.”

We have in one another—these leaps of faith similar to stockings.
Chances of increase and decrease are fixed and  100% of the time it is crashing.

Economy makes the shots, always putting synchronization first.

Individual lives are startled and judged by their apparent fans.

What would I know? Kept my mouth shut, people worked differently.
That makes us more of individualists then we claim to be.

As I take a picture of you, I sacrifice a fraction of my life—recollecting your actions and words in one picture everytime I take a look.

At the end of the day we are individualists, so to write about you is a whole different story.

Only by the components of our life could we waste time on one another.

If you could make me second in command, I would make you first…
To be with a Guppy as close as me.
I wrote this before any of the poems I posted on this website and I polished the end.
I was expressing a deep thought, wondering why humans are so stuck on individualism and how they are only a few people that question this, referring myself to a fish.

Specifically a Guppy since they are both sympathetic and Empathetic. Overall I was attacking the fact of not being able to spend more time with one another. I just edited the premise.
Mustafa Jul 22
I look at the tree standing tall
It's just standing there in rain and shine, and wind
It doesn't move,  it doesn't talk, not a sound
Sometimes I wonder, what is going on inside of it

The tree is there to serve us, asking for nothing
No rent is charged to the birds that make it their home
No sitting charge, no waiting charge, no matter
For how long you stay on its branch or under its shade

Apart from that, the tree is giving us flowers and fruits
It produces them for the birds and animals to consume
It consumes none of its output, only gives it away  
To come and take as much as you can FOC

I sometimes wonder, is this tree for real
How can you give, give, give and only ask
That you leave it alone to do its work
It's work of serving you wholly and totally

I salute you, O Tree, and I salute your creator
For all that you do, for all that you do
For the birds, animals, humans, and even insects
Thank you, O Tree. Thank you, O Tree
This poem is an ode to the trees on our planet. Trees give us so much, yet humans have no appreciation and mercilessly chop them down. The result?Global warming and the gradual destruction of the human race
Lee Jul 21
How can I have loans to pay,
when i can't even find a way,
to keep my guts from spilling out?

How can I save each bug,
So many small holes dug,
Where do I get little gravestones?
Struggling with life but I stop to save each bug
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