Amazon

With global warming an active issue, it’s getting increasingly significant for all of us to do our part. Saving the endangered rainforest should be a top priority. This is a little poem in tribute to the rainforest and why it should be protected.

 

Amazon

Walking through the forest’s narrowest paths,
Sighting the world’s most famous Amazon
An umbrella of trees, cascading leaves,
Surging for millions of kilometres.
Distances longer than I can fathom
The jungles, the most resplendent beauty.

Dangerous jungles, the most wild beauty,
Frightened to be led astray of the paths,
The heat much hotter than one would fathom.
Half the world’s rainforests, the Amazon,
Trees that are cut down for kilometres,
Endangered for want of wood and its leaves.

As industry is in want of its leaves,
Leaving the world stripped down of its beauty,
In awe of the scenes for kilometres,
As I make my way through insurgent paths.
A world wide website too named Amazon,
Industry higher than we can fathom.

This world of jungle, you could not fathom,
Immense numbers of magnificent leaves,
Its branches extend wide in Amazon,
Widely surging with excessive beauty,
And so do the clipped angles of its paths,
That can be enjoyed for kilometres.

Websites have no lengthy kilometres,
When producing more books than you fathom,
Glorious fantasies of wildest paths,
Fine trees are cut down to produce the leaves
Of the books you read. Letters of beauty,
Places orders of books on Amazon.

Thus readers who’ve never seen Amazon,
Cannot imagine those kilometres
Of clear, fresh, promising lands of beauty.
Those who know the website could not fathom
That Amazon’s being cut down for its leaves,
For your books, you can read about its paths.

But you’ll never know the Amazon’s paths
Or see its kilometres of tree leaves,
Its endangered beauty, you can’t fathom

Poem from The Valley That Calls, by Deniz Besim

Visit her page here.

 

 

 

The Bears

here’s a little poem to enjoy about the bears in the valley:

The Bears

 

Within the valley there is a clear lake

A mother bear and her cubs now play there,

Washing under the hot afternoon sun,

Splashing around, hunting fish, keeping cool.

The mother bear warns her cubs not to stray

For the lake soon gives way to a river.

 

The currents are high where there’s a river

The bear tells her cubs to keep by the lake.

One rebellious bear cub wants to stray.

He wonders why she won’t let him go there.

Refusing to hear, the cub thinks it’s cool

To go his own way, under the hot sun.

 

Under the hot, scorching afternoon sun

The cub now strays and heads for the river,

Unseen by his mother who splashes cool.

As his cub-siblings splash on in the lake,

The brother cubs notice the cub’s not there

Informing the mother he’s gone astray.

 

Wild torrents now take the frightened cub stray

Mother calls out to her endangered son,

She knows he can’t control the swim out there.

Waterfalls at the end of the river

Fierce, wild torrents not as safe as the lake,

Crashing wildly over unsafe rocks cool.

 

The endangered cub could see his un-cool

End. He’ll be crashing on rocks, drowning stray.

Powerfully crashing down by a lake.

The helpless bear thinks she has lost her son

For he has reached the peak of the river

The falls carry him, he crashes down there.

 

He swallows water while crashing down there,

Force of the waters, he’s missed the rocks cool,

He topples off the end of the river

He hits the far bottom beneath but stray

From rocks. The lucky cub greets a warm sun

Plopping safely onto a calmer lake.

 

The safe cub meets his mum there by the lake,

The air is cool despite the scorching sun

And fresh river-fish over the falls stray.

My Baby Boo

This poem comes in two parts. One of them is from the lady’s point of view and the other from the man’s.

 

My Baby Boo

About the day he brought me to his house:
We had more fun than I thought we would do,
I never thought that so, he had a spouse,
But I got pregnant with his baby boo.

We had more fun than I thought we would do,
It wasn’t supposed to turn out this way,
But I got pregnant with his baby boo,
I had to tell him, though, what would I say?

It wasn’t supposed to turn out this way,
Having a baby with a married man,
I had to tell him, though, what would I say?
Will he understand? Do all that he can?

Having a baby with a married man,
Or will he leave me all out to the ditch?
Will he understand? Do all that he can?
I felt so alone, I had no good pitch.

Or will he leave me all out to the ditch?
I had to go away, not let him know.
I felt so alone, I had no good pitch
And so I left town, a new life to sow.

I had to go away, not let him know.
I never thought that so, he had a spouse
And so I left town, a new life to sow,
About the day he brought me to his house.

 

 

…..

 
Learning About the Kid

I bumped into her in a country town,
So surprised, I hadn’t seen her for years,
With her face contorted into a frown,
Holding to him tightly, a child in tears.

So surprised, I hadn’t seen her for years,
‘I must confess, but is your wife with you?’
Holding to him tightly, a child in tears.
She said: ‘There’s something I just wish you knew.’

‘I must confess, but is your wife with you?’
I said, ‘No she isn’t is something wrong?’
She said: ‘There’s something I just wish you knew.’
It seemed like bad news, I had to be strong.

I said: ‘No she isn’t is something wrong?’
‘This child is yours, you were never aware.’
It seemed like bad news, I had to be strong.
It was the first I heard, I met his stare.

‘This child is yours, you were never aware’
And that was because she knew of my wife.
It was the first I heard, I met his stare,
This is the little boy who’d change my life.

And that was because she knew of my wife.
I could never tell Belinda of it,
This is the little boy who’d change my life,
He even threatened our divorce a bit.

I could never tell Belinda of it,
With her face contorted into a frown,
He even threatened our divorce a bit,
I bumped into her in a country town.

a poem about saving the rainforest

With global warming an active issue, it’s getting increasingly significant for all of us to do our part. Saving the endangered rainforest should be a top priority. This is a little poem in tribute to the rainforest and why it should be protected.

 

Amazon

Walking through the forest’s narrowest paths,
Sighting the world’s most famous Amazon
An umbrella of trees, cascading leaves,
Surging for millions of kilometres.
Distances longer than I can fathom
The jungles, the most resplendent beauty.

Dangerous jungles, the most wild beauty,
Frightened to be led astray of the paths,
The heat much hotter than one would fathom.
Half the world’s rainforests, the Amazon,
Trees that are cut down for kilometres,
Endangered for want of wood and its leaves.

As industry is in want of its leaves,
Leaving the world stripped down of its beauty,
In awe of the scenes for kilometres,
As I make my way through insurgent paths.
A world wide website too named Amazon,
Industry higher than we can fathom.

This world of jungle, you could not fathom,
Immense numbers of magnificent leaves,
Its branches extend wide in Amazon,
Widely surging with excessive beauty,
And so do the clipped angles of its paths,
That can be enjoyed for kilometres.

Websites have no lengthy kilometres,
When producing more books than you fathom,
Glorious fantasies of wildest paths,
Fine trees are cut down to produce the leaves
Of the books you read. Letters of beauty,
Places orders of books on Amazon.

Thus readers who’ve never seen Amazon,
Cannot imagine those kilometres
Of clear, fresh, promising lands of beauty.
Those who know the website could not fathom
That Amazon’s being cut down for its leaves,
For your books, you can read about its paths.

But you’ll never know the Amazon’s paths
Or see its kilometres of tree leaves,
Its endangered beauty, you can’t fathom

Poem from The Valley That Calls, by Deniz Besim

Visit her page here.

 

 

 

A Carriage Is On Its Way

A Carriage Is On Its Way

Past humble houses with warm fire pits
Through cold and stormy nights
The carriage is on its way.

Through icy dawns and frosty dusks,
Deep, deep snow, three inches thick
A carriage is on its way.

Past the godforsaken town of Olgoop,
With every house amiss a man
A carriage is on its way.

Squealing girls, crying children
The toughest days still unforgotten,
A carriage is on the way.

Cutting through the quiet village,
Tension thick with anticipation
A carriage is on its way.

To deliver this news hereafter
That Dersdeden has surrendered
A carriage is on its way.

Through the ice to free the people
To stop the war by Queen’s decree
A carriage is on its way.

Let it through, make way, make way,
For the message must be delivered
A carriage is on its way.

Now’s a time for peace, recovery
To hear the children laugh again
A carriage is on the way.

The tears and fears will stop
The soldiers are to soon return
The carriage is on its way.
Snowstorms clear on the horizon
Still the castle must be reached
A carriage is on its way.

The golden sun smiles beyond
Prepare to touch the land again
The carriage is on its way.

The pace is slow and gradual
The end is nigh within the distance
A carriage is on its way.

Amazon

Amazon

Walking through the forest’s narrowest paths,

Sighting the world’s most famous Amazon

An umbrella of trees, cascading leaves,

Surging for millions of kilometres.

Distances longer than I can fathom

The jungles, the most resplendent beauty.

Dangerous jungles, the most wild beauty,

Frightened to be led astray of the paths,

The heat much hotter than one would fathom.

Half the world’s rainforests, the Amazon,

Trees that are cut down for kilometres,

Endangered for want of wood and its leaves.

As industry is in want of its leaves,

Leaving the world stripped down of its beauty,

In awe of the scenes for kilometres,

As I make my way through insurgent paths.

A world wide website too named Amazon,

Industry higher than we can fathom.

This world of jungle, you could not fathom,

Immense numbers of magnificent leaves,

Its branches extend wide in Amazon,

Widely surging with excessive beauty,

And so do the clipped angles of its paths,

That can be enjoyed for kilometres.

Websites have no lengthy kilometres,

When producing more books than you fathom,

Glorious fantasies of wildest paths,

Fine trees are cut down to produce the leaves

Of the books you read.  Letters of beauty,

Places orders of books on Amazon.

Thus readers who’ve never seen Amazon,

Cannot imagine those kilometres

Of clear, fresh, promising lands of beauty.

Those who know the website could not fathom

That Amazon’s being cut down for its leaves,

For your books, you can read about its paths.

But you’ll never know the Amazon’s paths

Or see its kilometres of tree leaves,

Its endangered beauty, you can’t fathom

The Bears

Within the valley there is a clear lake

A mother bear and her cubs now play there,

Washing under the hot afternoon sun,

Splashing around, hunting fish, keeping cool.

The mother bear warns her cubs not to stray

For the lake soon gives way to a river.

 

The currents are high where there’s a river

The bear tells her cubs to keep by the lake.

One rebellious bear cub wants to stray.

He wonders why she won’t let him go there.

Refusing to hear, the cub thinks it’s cool

To go his own way, under the hot sun.

 

Under the hot, scorching afternoon sun

The cub now strays and heads for the river,

Unseen by his mother who splashes cool.

As his cub-siblings splash on in the lake,

The brother cubs notice the cub’s not there

Informing the mother he’s gone astray.

 

Wild torrents now take the frightened cub stray

Mother calls out to her endangered son,

She knows he can’t control the swim out there.

Waterfalls at the end of the river

Fierce, wild torrents not as safe as the lake,

Crashing wildly over unsafe rocks cool.

 

The endangered cub could see his un-cool

End. He’ll be crashing on rocks, drowning stray.

Powerfully crashing down by a lake.

The helpless bear thinks she has lost her son

For he has reached the peak of the river

The falls carry him, he crashes down there.

 

He swallows water while crashing down there,

Force of the waters, he’s missed the rocks cool,

He topples off the end of the river

He hits the far bottom beneath but stray

From rocks. The lucky cub greets a warm sun

Plopping safely onto a calmer lake.

 

The safe cub meets his mum there by the lake,

The air is cool despite the scorching sun

And fresh river-fish over the falls stray.

What The Sky That Falls Poem Are You?

What The Sky That Falls Poem Are You?.

The Sky that Falls, by Deniz Besim is a collection of poetry that explores all sorts of social issues and themes.  The poetry is written in forms including villanelles, sestinas, sonnets and pantoums.  There is thus rhythm and regularity in the poetry that does not bypass the notice of an intellectual.  Look the book up on amazon and take this fun The Sky that Falls personality test here:

What The Sky That Falls Poem Are You?

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Retails at £5.37 ($9.00)  http://www.amazon.com/Sky-that-Falls-Collection-Poems/dp/1500121576/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1433160647&sr=8-1&keywords=the+sky+that+falls+createspace

What The Sky That Falls Poem Are You?

The Sky that Falls, by Deniz Besim is a collection of poetry that explores all sorts of social issues and themes.  The poetry is written in forms including villanelles, sestinas, sonnets and pantoums.  There is thus rhythm and regularity in the poetry that does not bypass the notice of an intellectual.  Look the book up on amazon and take this fun The Sky that Falls personality test here:

What The Sky That Falls Poem Are You?

https://www.playbuzz.com/angelgirl10/what-the-sky-that-falls-poem-are-you

Retails at £5.37 ($9.00)  http://www.amazon.com/Sky-that-Falls-Collection-Poems/dp/1500121576/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1433160647&sr=8-1&keywords=the+sky+that+falls+createspace

 

 

What The Sky That Falls Poem Are You?

What The Sky That Falls Poem Are You?.

The Sky that Falls, by Deniz Besim is a collection of poetry that explores all sorts of social issues and themes.  The poetry is written in forms including villanelles, sestinas, sonnets and pantoums.  There is thus rhythm and regularity in the poetry that does not bypass the notice of an intellectual.  Look the book up on amazon and take this fun The Sky that Falls personality test here:

What The Sky That Falls Poem Are You?

https://www.playbuzz.com/angelgirl10/what-the-sky-that-falls-poem-are-you

Retails at £5.37 ($9.00)  http://www.amazon.com/Sky-that-Falls-Collection-Poems/dp/1500121576/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1433160647&sr=8-1&keywords=the+sky+that+falls+createspace