From symphonies of sorting, to reflections in a sea of plastic, to recycled treasures of love letters to Mother Earth, the dance of three arrows and waste to wonder of earth's recycled voices, eight poets penned their inner creativity with insightful compositions, their thoughts of recycling and environmental conservation. OCEAN'S CRY Oh, blue body of life,
Azure, royal blue, turquoise, teal, Color my life in blues, uplifting strife From the midst of man's fall. Real, Real in his prolific dumping of garbage
in its depths, insouciant of consequences On marine life, slowly disappearing into a cage of fishing nets, plastic bags, oil spills, defaces Defaces reefs, shores, schools of fish, Extinguishing crustacean habitats, Underwater algae beds where fish, Multicolored of varying shapes and sizes Sizes that help propel the flourishing Ecosystems beneath man's watchful eye who's still looking for expanding, conquering territories for boastful Boastful insecurities need to be bolstered by their flashy vanity Showing off their possessions, a creed of avarice, capitalism, duplicity Duplicity in dealing justly, meticulously Working in protecting assets vanishing Existence, as man only knows how to fully Siphon resources without a care of destroying Destroying access to them in a furor of greed that' s only surpassed by Pride's cataclysmic need to conquer the unknown by debasing it as simple opposition, binary. © MALAK KALMONI CHEHAB Canada
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EARTH'S DESTRUCTION Tampering with nature's plans Who do we think we are Altering the world and its land Just for the sake of our cars Polluting the oceans and rivers With all our toxic waste Dumping without thinking Causing chaos in our haste Cutting down the forests Making animal species extinct What on earth are we doing It's time to stop and think It's time to save the planet To help mother earth bloom Time is of the essence Do something to help soon. © DONNA McCABE UK ****** D ANCE OF THE THREE ARROWS motion finding itself in return: three arrows, bent at perfect thirds, chasing their own tails, a continuum of becoming and becoming again - the way water rises to cloud, falls to river, returns to sea: no beginning, no center holding. How the world persists in cycles, not cycles but spirals that almost touch their origins. See how matter refuses conclusion, transforms instead - plastic bottles becoming jackets, paper becoming paper again, metal melting to take new shapes: nothing is ever truly gone, only rearranged, redistributed across this great economy of molecules. The green arrows turn and turn, inexhaustible, like the first morning spinning out of chaos, like thought flowing back into itself, reconsidering What systems we devise to imitate the earth's patient recomposing: death into life into death, and in this dance of the three arrows we find not perfect circles but the honest progression of matter learning to save itself from our brief, wasteful hands. © CONCETTA PIPIA U.S. ***** GOGYOSHI: "LIFE DROWNED IN THE SEA OF PLASTIC" Intrinsic nature of life is elastic Forcefully it is made plastic To cap it all, it's drowned in the sea of plastic Stifled it, giving reflective calls to Humanity Discard plasticity, embrace elasticity! © SUBHASHCHANDRA ADHAV India ***** RECYCLED TREASURES: A LOVE LETTER TO MOTHER EARTH Dear Mother Earth, As I sit down on your humble lap of fragile love to write this, I'm overwhelmed with hues of gratitude from the rainbow you provided and your love to protect me in your hug by providing food, shelter and water. As words can never express just how much you mean to me, and how thankful I am for all you've done, I am trying to follow the path you showed us by safeguarding your treasures, wholeheartedly. Mother, I have stopped wastage of water by recycling it through my garden. Even the organic waste has become manure for my plants. I want to treasure the water by sharing with everyone. I don't want to buy a car or even a scooter as I'll be adding extra pollution and there's wastage of petrol. I want to treasure the beauty of earth from earthquakes or landslides. I don't want to buy extra clothes, books of any accessories, unless really necessary. We want to treasure the plants and trees with animals. I hate to see even a minute part of the earth turning into a dump yard and so I avoid buying new machines, mobile or TV. If I don't need one, our friendly security guard takes it happily. I cherish his happiness as a bonus. Mother, many people are turning into vegetarians and even vegans. You'll be fortunate to see all your living beings living peacefully without fear of getting hurt or killed. The valuable living beings will be treasured for helping farmers with manures! Very soon, we'll treasure you by not greedily digging earth for petrol and diesel, as we started to depend on solar power. Good news! Ugly monster of humankind, the plastic, is also being recycled! As your daughter, I'll treasure you in my own humble way, meekly. You are my rock, my hero, and a guiding light through ups and downs. Please bless me to treasure your treasure trove by recycling wherever, whenever possible. If you suffer, we'll suffer, humankind will suffer! As a Mother Earth, please, please teach everyone about recycling the natural wealth through your love and care. Our family of the world wouldn't be where we are today without all the sacrifices you've made by tolerating our greedy, selfish and cruel nature! Thanks for always helping me to remember what's important in life...and today, it's you, Mother Earth. ©SONAL RAO India ***** RECYCLING DAY: FROM WASTE TO WONDER TO MOTHER EARTH In factory I will REDUCE Reduce emissions by solar Handcuffing pollution. In landfill I will RECYCLE Recycle waste materials To use for agriculture. In house I will REUSE Reuse clothes into wash rags To save cost. In garage I will REPAIR Repair broken electronics To extend lifespan. In constitution I will RETHINK Rethink of a green policy To combat ecocide. © NYOK M. MARENG Sudan ***** A LOVE LETTER TO MOTHER EARTH Thy deep forest cradles me in its bosom I close my eyes in sacred stillness While a hundred little robins huddle by Chirpin' sweetly In notes of ne'er forgotten lullabies. Thy beaches span towards the horizon To meet the clouds Kissing the majestic skies Ahh...let me roll against the sands 'Til I breathe no more. 'Til I close these eyes. Thy bright sun glares in dawn break Thy owl moon watches the weary night Thy million stars over my head Delightfully dot the grey skies. Thy pinkish tangerine canvas, the Sunset, Turns into a purplish blaze that is Magnificently perched over the hills now Yet gently, so gently away Slips stealthily into the night. Please don't stop loving me My Mother Earth Thy immense love Thou has Is mine forever. Ever grateful eternally For cradling me in your arms. © MARIA EVELYN QUILLA SOLETA Philippines ***** THE SYMPHONY OF SORTING The symphony of sorting comes from the choice of selecting whether we love mother earth who has a special say in our birth We should be willing to choose recycled paper and recycled books making choices of walking near distance which will help pollution to reduce We should choose to use cloth bags and completely avoid plastic for marketing and daily use we have a choice to sort and choose Mother Earth is getting destroyed with every passing day, we should make a choice to live with the symphony of nature completely stop nature's torture! © ANU BUDHRANI India