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"Save the planet" the banners read
wave after wave of them
in the endless sea of those
who call themselves activists
They claim to want planetary salvation
They're blind to the truth of their cause
The banners should read "Save the human race"
Nature tries to rid itself
of the scourge crawling everywhere
On every available inch of her skin
It fights on, unrelenting
using every weapon in her arsenal
every element thrown at the pests
Water, earth, wind, and fire
The parasites weather all assaults
There are simply too many
Nature has Time on her side
The long war essentially a siege
Only once the wretched beasts are gone
can she repair the damage done
wave after wave of them
in the endless sea of those
who call themselves activists
They claim to want planetary salvation
They're blind to the truth of their cause
The banners should read "Save the human race"
Nature tries to rid itself
of the scourge crawling everywhere
On every available inch of her skin
It fights on, unrelenting
using every weapon in her arsenal
every element thrown at the pests
Water, earth, wind, and fire
The parasites weather all assaults
There are simply too many
Nature has Time on her side
The long war essentially a siege
Only once the wretched beasts are gone
can she repair the damage done
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When Dragons Die
"It's on the beach!"
It's on the beach.
Amy Dale fingered the pack of cigarettes in the baggy pocket of her jeans as she moved with the rush of the crowd towards the lake, her mind fuzzy with shock. Could it really have come to this? After all these years of hundreds of people searching, working, chasing, probing, trying to pin down the elusive Loch Ness 'monster' - after all her years of work, studying and scraping by and manuveuring with difficulty through her scanty network until she was part of the latest team sent searching for it - all of that ended like this?
It washed up on the shore?
Dead?
She left most of the crowd behind
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Fire and Water
It was raining in Lancaster on September 3rd 1555, and Jane Ask loved the earthy smell that it coaxed out of the soil.
She wiped away the sheen of rainwater from her forehead with the back of her hand and set her small basket of nettles down by the front door. Later she would dry out the leaves and reduce them to a powder; the substance worked wonders on small wounds which refused to stop bleeding.
Jane had always been something of an herbalist. Growing up with only a father, and two older brothers from his first marriage, she had spent the majority of her childhood outdoors. Now practically a spinster at the age of twenty-two, she knew the
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the trouble is
i'd like life to be
quiet and lovely
like distant church-bells
chiming through snow,
muted by the smell of
an old book and the
feel of a fire warming
me into my chair, and
a mug of tea, steeping
the moment in hushed
gratitude, easily in reach.
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My view on what humankind is doing to our planet and how the planet is trying to defend itself. Once we're gone, the healing can continue uninterrupted.
I feel like the first stanza break is a bit awkward. Anyone else agree?
EDIT: 8/26/10
Considering this my best work, I submit this to the contest Project Evolution
There are many groups participating in this contest, but I believe I cannot fit the theme any better than with this poem.
The group I most identify myself with out of all those participating is
I feel like the first stanza break is a bit awkward. Anyone else agree?
EDIT: 8/26/10
Considering this my best work, I submit this to the contest Project Evolution
There are many groups participating in this contest, but I believe I cannot fit the theme any better than with this poem.
The group I most identify myself with out of all those participating is
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This poem is currently up for voting [= Voting ends Oct 7th Good luck, Chris