song sparrow (a collection of environmental poetry)

chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
cry for everything that bleeds
wet eyes dripping down faces
rivers empty and dull
not sharp nor alive any longer
country roads no more

each and every tree dying with no pure sky
the rain has vanished
dried up earth
wait till we cry
but we can't give earth her home back

so we slaughter big cats
tear down the timber wolves of tundra and mountain
replace glowing yellow eyes with a gun site
pull each trigger on majestic beasts
this bucket of rusty nails
tags pelts to crumbling walls
skulls here skulls there used as candle holders

light a cigarette

another ocean away
across great waves
beneath wonderous clouds and mist
each and every gorilla a perfect example of incredible, awe, and breath taking
the exact example of humanbeings being minute in the grand scheme of things
yet the camaro races
the smog rolls us home
allowing filth into water columns
this the oil ruptures at sea and without squid
minus every fish and scale
decrease in size all marine life and in flight

depleted are the holes of graves
depleted veins in us
this extraction has high power rifle holes bearing our guilty blood lard

then when all is quiet
please open the gates
the elephants will fall
tusks removed
barrel bored cleaned and slammed home
the powder has fired
the recoil will last more than time itself
this
the extra sorrow spread by the simplistic sound
of the dying song sparrow
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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  • rollingsrollings Posts: 7,124
    that is so beautiful and sad
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    thank you, rollings.

    i am very upset lately. what with all the discourse on ted or whomever else murdering animals. this had to be written, had to get it out of my system and it felt good to let it out. this poem will have many added pieces to it as the days go bye.
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • Godfather.Godfather. Posts: 12,504
    chadwick wrote:
    thank you, rollings.

    i am very upset lately. what with all the discourse on ted or whomever else murdering animals. this had to be written, had to get it out of my system and it felt good to let it out. this poem will have many added pieces to it as the days go bye.

    could you add cooking directions ?....just kidding man :D

    Godfather.
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    Godfather. wrote:
    chadwick wrote:
    thank you, rollings.

    i am very upset lately. what with all the discourse on ted or whomever else murdering animals. this had to be written, had to get it out of my system and it felt good to let it out. this poem will have many added pieces to it as the days go bye.

    could you add cooking directions ?....just kidding man :D

    Godfather.
    i do not understand what you are saying. something about animal cookies or something? but yeah, i don't get it, man. "could you add cooking directions?" :? i'm confused, dude.
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • mysticweedmysticweed Posts: 3,710
    :cry:

    the acts of man
    fuck 'em if they can't take a joke

    "what a long, strange trip it's been"
  • the wolfthe wolf Posts: 7,027
    So much blood on our hands. Are we Gods mistake? Maybe?
    Peace, Love.


    "To question your government is not unpatriotic --
    to not question your government is unpatriotic."
    -- Sen. Chuck Hagel
  • DinghyDogDinghyDog Posts: 587
    edited October 2012
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  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    blow a kiss
    open your hands
    out come doves
    each perfectly fitted for sky life
    each golden internal and with beaming

    today and this night
    the exact same luster felt between moon child and sun child
    we have none to not
    and worse than

    each and every mushroom head a depleted song of even death to fungi
    nothing even pure for bacteria and microscopic
    the leader as always even under vulture beak and talon

    your eyes are burnt wide open and blinded are your senses
    each smell, touch, tasted and heard event is now a cob webbed quagmire
    the complexity of ignornce and as blind
    the rotten dragon
    busted crystal ball
    and crumbling castle magic

    and when you could listen
    did you ever notice the black feathers
    ever feel the exact colored sky
    this the shine from above crows
    remember the crows
    each fence and wire devoid today
    again this the butterfly graveyard where wildflowers
    again not born from new seed
    again not drank
    again not winded by clouds grazing their innocent dreams
    this the exact nightmare no winged creature has the right to deal with
    so the skulls and bones dive down from high up and no migration of success
    no tree covered in monarchs
    no fields joyous and lifting off as if hovering
    i have not any
    you have not any
    together that is you
    that is me
    that is this entirety
    none do we have and the decency is as vacant
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    the emptiness that is felt
    has hollow arrows running through mountain goat
    as well as mountain lion
    and the great lynx of north america and persian swamps

    beating lungs
    the lungs of expanding contracting chests of beast to beast
    with the interference of cruelty from mankind's quiver
    and in this act the witnesses surround the blood splatter
    as simplistic caterpillar and as complex as the chrysalis sleeping
    a cocoon living
    heartbeat
    delving into dream of perfection to be stomped to death
    through deforestation exponential decline rat hole fucking
    minus
    all negative numbers piled into a heap of bloody hides

    no prayer all teeth
    most ripped out with pliers
    man's hands
    his tools wrapped in barbed wire
    each finger an instrument of cruel and unusual punishment

    the canned hunt
    the box of rifle shells on the truck seat smoking hot
    before even placed into the chamber
    before the pin sends home lead and death
    this
    the exact group of several turkey buzzards
    devoid of shadow and scream
    never have more ivory
    horns
    or tusks been removed
    even though the mightiest of butterflies have asked
    tried
    heaved and implied patience
    strength
    morals and tears
    to beg the yielding of mass murder
    and yet
    twenty two elephants are shot down violently
    removed from their last breaths
    no happiness
    no rhinoceros(es)
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • Godfather.Godfather. Posts: 12,504
    no prayer all teeth
    most ripped out with pliers
    man's hands
    his tools wrapped in barbed wire
    each finger an instrument of cruel and unusual punishment

    ;)

    Jeffry.
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    edited April 2012
    you can run the entire mass of every single one of yours
    and my dreams and not ever
    not once
    will you ever find unicorn
    mating or eating big macs, fries and chocolate shakes

    not ever will you
    when you search and research
    turning over every stone
    leaving no boulder
    pebble
    or mountaintop unturned
    never ever will you locate anything other than paradise on the rails of derailment
    and the famous pirate's skull and crossbones
    this
    and of course
    the atomic energy symbol

    again
    when physics is a barrel of monkeys
    physically injecting themselves
    with undistilled very much ageless bourbon
    then and only then
    will microscopic and telescopic rule completely allign with your eyes and mind
    this
    stop sign
    works
    Post edited by chadwick on
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    :D
    When physics is a barrel of monkees...
    &&&&&&&&&&&&&&
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    snakegirl
    no footprints left behind
    only ahead and with no curves followed
    into uranium caverns and canyons glowing
    here
    you can hear the force in wooden flutes
    and through the great willows splashing in creeks
    the vastness is soon
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    lighting hand rolled cigarette after hand rolled cigarette
    he writes into the night
    occasionally marijuana buds pieces are packed into glass
    a lighter flashes
    darkness that has taken in entire visions and the room
    are now as if a camera has taken a snap

    the words are still missing
    the man in his chair is hungry
    not for food
    no

    hungry for rainforests
    hungry for environmental rightness
    this exact calling
    is for him
    for the void of the cities falling into wreckage

    the bloody walls drip down
    streets run red
    pollution has once again defeated dreams

    somehow no one knows
    sees
    understands
    listens
    reads
    comprehends natural sciences

    the sun is the listener
    the talker
    the divider
    the conquer
    this is moon's battler and ally
    nonetheless even its opposite twin
    each a father
    mother
    daughter and son
    grandfather and greatest of grandest mothers

    this is when each spring fed luxury is acidic
    tastes of copper
    feels of poison and fire to the flesh of beast plant and man

    and in this dismal affair lovers are destroyed under mountainous tops removed
    mined till death
    and trout headless fish
    count down river
    count down the overfilled oilwells driven into the bloody earth like slaves
    this
    where guts fly
    stupidity owns limousines
    catered events poolside
    where resorts crumble to the sound of hunger from underneath their precious golden feet lit with sparkling diamonds and rusty bones that chatter a dull bunch of lies and ignorance

    this clamp
    a vice around the earth
    held and obeyed
    controlled by evil and the simplicity
    of
    E PLURIBUS UNUM
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • mysticweedmysticweed Posts: 3,710
    fucking awesome
    fuck 'em if they can't take a joke

    "what a long, strange trip it's been"
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    mysticweed wrote:
    fucking awesome
    yes you are
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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