The World’s Ablaze

Chipmunks skitter across the patio deck,
As the sun beats down in violent rays
The air feels thick with the world ablaze
Seems nature can’t cash a human check

Destruction lay in the wake of human greed
With the influential too self-concerned
For riches more than innocence burned
An ostrich head in sand knows no creed

The burden of our neglect won’t rest
Upon the frail shoulders of our aged
But the young innocent and outraged
With time increasingly more pressed

What is a fat wallet and ignorance worth
When the world vanished from your con?
You send sunscreens to those woebegone
In compensation for this sizzling Earth

Perhaps with luck, the ignorant will fall to fate,
Like foolhardy presidents with dead cat toupees,
Before our children find themselves too late,
For ambitions to exterminate the human race,
When hate and greed are leadership traits,
The world’s falling flat on its orange face.

Hello! I’m Mat Sackrider from Blog of the Wolf Boy. (Thank you) www.wildandfreeliving.net
I’m a 30 year old man from Southern Ontario. Traveller/Adventurer, Progressive Humanist, Broody Father, New Blogger and Mental/Phsyical Wellbeing enthusiast. I hope you check me out and find something to enjoy.

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Love and Tears Blended

I stretch out my arm,
Feeling soft skin,
A tender reminder,
Of hearts joined together.

Somedays sadness comes,
Reaching inward to tangle,
That which holds me together,
My faith, my love, my heart.

No train, bus or car,
Can travel my path,
Or live my life for me,
I must keep moving and be strong.

Again, I stretch out my arm,
Forgetting how to cry,
Tears all dried up,
Still needing life to stir and blend me.

I cry out to God to say,
You are my truth,
I am weak and guilt still hampers,
Freedom from past times.

I roll over, knees drawn inward,
Sleep will come like a cover,
Tomorrow is another day,
Intertwined, one heart with another!

 A warrior, a dance of strength,
Grabs me, reminds me of my hopes,
I reach for my dreams,
They are floating but so can I.

My way will come like the blossoms,
On the flowering pear tree,
Covering me with a blanket of blooms,
And a carpet of warmth and love!

Link to Poem on Site: https://the-inner-child.com/2019/03/22/love-and-tears-blended

Link to website: https://the-inner-child.com

I am an Adult Child of Alcoholic (ACOA) survivor – warrior. I am a poet, novalist, wife and mother. My goal is to help even one person by sharing my experiences with others. I love God, and Jesus and the earth that he has given to us to inhabit during our short stay here. I also feel blessed to be able to read the works of all the folks in our amazingly talented and supportive community.

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Humans, Like Grass

densely populated
or sparse
both struggling for survival

the elements
nourish
or destroy

getting cut
then nurtured
encourages regrowth

but neglect
fosters demise
diminishes each individual

being rooted
strengthens life
standing tall, proud

Susi Bocks began her writing career later in life after her children were raised and had begun their own life journey. Author of published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause – you can read and get to know her at IWriteHer.com or follow on Facebook here  https://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/

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Vessels

For years we built our ship of glory,
Riches grand tales and heroic stories.
Plank by plank we toiled as the power of our little ship grew,
Great fondness for our passion the miserable sea failed to foil.
Ready to stay afloat no matter where the tide blew us,
Our dreams evolving alongside fantastically as our vessel became born.
Maritime cheers as the sails at last signaled destiny’s dawn,
Pride and petty arrogance blooming as the cyclical layman gazed scornfully on.

They called us fools,
All this effort to try and escape the known world’s rules.
Little did we care for their cynicism well-spooled,
For our ship was a marvel that riddled around the average folks’ pool.
Then suddenly the most enlightened became malignant,
His passion insignificant in saving his fate from that of a mere figment.
As his pigment turned pale our’s turned grey with sorrow,
Though our inspiration faltered we vowed to continue further onward.

But the world of man would not allow it,
Our corner of the universe an unbalanced powderkeg for which we would all suffer.
In an instant the ocean became a fiery fountain,
The deepest abyss suddenly existing as the tallest mountain.
Our ship of hope became less,
Obliterated our dreams along with all of the world’s rest.
As we watched the moon turn into a dragon,
Breathing ironic karma down from the darkened heavens,
Our ships irreverence doomed the same as those never taking off their life jackets.

My name is Andrew Hatt, and I live in Oakland, California. I’m originally from Michigan, and moved to pursue a career in environmental policy. In my spare time, I run Backyard Collusions, a creative writing/politics/music blog. My passion as a writer is sci-fi/horror fiction. I hope to one day get a novel published! Fingers crossed 🙂
I hope you enjoy!
~

IG: https://www.instagram.com/earth_magnet/

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Choice is Ours

Choice is
Ours to make
Even when tides are
High and chaos heavy
Even when we feel down
And wish to hide under the sea
Choice is
Ours to make
Let the wave crash and bury us alive
Or face whatever is on the road
With faith and hope

Some things about me: My name is Marie, I live in Paris. I am a life lover, a passionnate writer. Books take me on journeys. I started writing as a way to express my feelings. Now I love to create stories. Looking at the word is my favorite hobby!

You can read me on my blog: https://mahshiandmarshmallow.wordpress.com

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Cosmic Insight

Can you see me world?
As I jump up into the air
And down onto the cold earth.
I do exist you know, though I am small
And my patience wanes.
So, I crouch downwards to my feet,
Pacing my hands along their smooth surface.
It occurs to me, that I may in fact be
Insignificant
In the grand scale of things, of course I am,
Its only logical.
I hold my head up for a moment,
This air has changed.
As has where I was before I closed
These tired eyes.
I am surrounded by our home,
No, not the world,
The milky way.
Its long arms stretch out,
Skimming the very tip of my nose,
And soon it bathes my entire being
In its stellar ocean of stars.
I understand now, I received the message.
It is not about being noticed,
As we are all already one in
The grand scheme of things.
So, it is not just I, but us.

-Nightly Muse, N

Hello all, I am the DailyMuse! I write to inspire and provoke thought, putting personal introspection and observation into poetry in hopes to build up a creative collection of words.

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