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The Trees
By: Jennifer H. Wright
Once upon a true time,
There was a fine old tree;
near at the dawn of time she was known to come to be.
She was a flower that turned to seed and was carried by the wind.
The seed was not carried a great distance till it settled on the ground
where it became a sprout.
A small green sprout,
fragile without doubt -
With a strong will she survived her first few years without
being derooted from the place she chose to stay.
The sun knew how to find her here,
And no forest creature misused her -
And yes she was happy deep in her woods.
The forest was old and wise as it ought
A life force so strong how could it be not?
The trees and everything green
Talk to each other in a way that can not be heard or seen -
Feel them with your heart and feel how close they are
working together - Learning beneath the stars.
Time went on and more time still
till her forest began to grow ill.
A little premature yellowing of the outer leaves -
was the first little sign -
Then the humans moved in and transformed
Mother Natures design.
Dare the trees to feel the hearts of men
They are synthetic and calculating
but they did not know the evil the were doing.
Driven by power and technology they had war within themselves.
They could no longer remember unity to each other let alone
the connection we all have with trees.
SO - Cutting her and maiming her piece by ever growing more lonely piece
Humans killed the forest.
What had once been soft earth now was concrete,
Houses and streets -
What they did not kill they built around -
Sparse survivors but survivors none the less....
A great loss came to the wood
when it was no longer grand and infinite -
The purity and innocence removed
Yet not the good.
The trees and bushes could no longer brush their branches out
to reach each other anymore.
Their roots that were once deep beneath a shared forest floor
now had the heavy stiff rock around the bases of their trunks.
Many went into shock and willed themselves to death -
Their loss of friends and lovers to great to bare.
Lost and lonely those left damned to despair.
Trees are kind creatures that outlive most other living things -
they have a connection with all that ever knows life
Humans amongst this also live long lives in comparison with a flower
or a bumble bee.
Long ago they coexisted with the trees in harmony;
they felt the beating of the forests heart like their own
How they drifted apart a mystery unknown.
There are some among us who have not forgotten
and feel the life force all around
these are few and hard to be found.
Especially when you are a rooted tree
You wait and wait with ever still patience
And listen to what the wind carries through your branches.
The trees of the city take on its mark
When the lost forests touch is buried deeper in the rings beneath the bark.
They no longer have unity, they have been raped
and brainwashed in a not so subtle fashion.
They live now in yards and parks,
close to people and their steel creations.
The air is thick and hard to make clean
A humm so unnatural takes away all that once was serene.
But a tree does not hate and could never think mean -
people could learn allot from trees
but they have forgotten how to listen.
The factory and business sounds erase any forging peace with nature.
What was once a fracture;
may be beyond repair.
Yet the flowers still bloom in their glory turn to seed to be
drifted at the will of creation.
Is there a hope in our own damnation?
Should the fire of mankind be rained upon - or weakened
a chance for life may again begin.
Creature Of The Night
By: Jennifer H. Wright
Once the creature used to play
in the light of day
Being kissed by the sunshine's ray
The creature grew old and ran inside
In the darkness he would hide
Not in a friend he would confide
But in the darkness he was never alone
You would se him in the late hours of the night not enjoying his midnight
feast
Horrid and miserable was this beast
In a cave surrounded by bones
They could hear off in the distance the creature moan
The town gathered up their weapons of stone
To kill the beast that never roamed
Attacked him in the early morning hours
In the darkness he cowered
Till he gathered up his strength
Opened up his jaws and all the towns people he devoured
So in the darkness the creature of the night crawled once again
alone with the misery he bestowed upon himself
Darkness his only friend
Praised Be Poseidon
By: Jennifer H. Wright
Praise to Poseidon
Lord ruler of the Seas
He who hath bestowed his healing blessing upon me
Released from me the negative energy
which hath cursed me.
Praised be Poseidon my father
whom raised me from despair
and released me from my earthly cares.
Praised be Poseidon
Whom chases away my demons
Strengthening my weak mortal side
Guiding me by the moon and following the tide.
Gaea's Sorrowed Song
By: Jennifer H. Wright
A stir in a restless breeze rustling the leaves amongst the trees,
a germ spreading plague and disease.
Goverment taking control with everthing doing as they please
and they say it is for the benifit of man kind
but in reality it is what shall leave us behind.
Mother natures secrets guard theselves,
and are there for only those whom she chooses.
In the end those whom have done her the most harm are they whom looses.
Cloud of darkness, carrying light
trying to restore all that is holy all that is bright
but what if this flame were to ignight?
Then it shall rain fire,
a cleansing burn
to bring balance to return!
Ah Hope, Desire, love and care
a world empty without these there.
Food for the spirit, harmony for the soul
put it all in the recipe bowl!
Oh save the Earth she feels destruction's toll
man grows stronger as she grows old.
Ah but she is not all knowing but very wise
and from this a plan demise!
She summons her creatures from all realms
she cries out to all who will listen and know
The world as it is has got to go.
I hear her calling out to all whom she doth love best,
time to put hate in balance and Chaos to rest.
Humanities wrongs are the earths sorrow songs
things have no choice but to be set right as they belong!
You who chop down her trees may she release micro-organisms
from with the ancient rings.
You who disrespect your love may you wake tomorrow with a nasty incurable rash.
You who kill others may you find your own doom.
Oh this is the now but the future is soon.
The rivers will run rapid, as will the volcanic lava
feel the Earth rattle and crack swallowing itself whole.
The ocean will rise up and take away much dry land.
May you find a safe place and your Gods lend you a hand!
Or from this storm you will feel the brunt of it's crash.
This is only part of a great many things,
of the hell nature has intended to bring.
And know this it is part punishment for man to forget
how important LIFE is and how to regret.
If you give respect you get respect it is something to be earned
live your life and PAY attention to the lessons to be learned.
Then you may just survive the rain without getting burned.
This is only temporary but for a while it may last.
tis the cycle of life death and rebirth
Know yourself as well as others worth.
bring love and peace and happiness with you to bring light
to the new world.
bring family, and friends and all to whom you can help to lend.
And then these scars we may just mend.
Prayer to the Olympians
By: Jennifer H. Wright
Gods and goddesses of Olympus
I hail to thee
Keepers of the wisdoms that set me free.
Although I may be isolated from my own kind
I am truly blessed from your attentions and that you may find
me even worthy of your presence
A Divinely Inspired Passage
By: Jennifer H. Wright
I see a marvelous place
within my inner sight
from which we shall travel forth towards
in our flight.
So the prophecies of ages ago have or will come to pass -
We will be of those who remain
when all that is known will not last.....
Praised Be Everything I
Page III of Poetry
Even More Poetry from the dark side of Jennifer H. Wright
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