With Only Nine Trees Left
It’s no wonder is it surely,
that Gaea is
crying with only nine trees
left and no
bees to cross-pollinate or
to go buzzing
around high and low with
these days ..
In essence, we are all quite
simply fucked ..
Extraordinarily well screwed
so to speak
and stuck fast, in a seriously
dreadful state ..
Why we never did learn in
the first place,
is beyond me and of course,
now far too late
to even consider backtracking ..
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Neville (
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Mother earth abused, used, left ravished and broken by its children. An error in evolution coming to a dead end. Maybe with time Gaea will spawn a better species to resurrect a dying earth. Nicely done my friend
Although I'm usually an optimistic optimist, I find myself increasingly fretful of the consequences of sustained neglect plus the anticipated accumulative fallout from clashing ego's and he power mania shared by the BIG bad three .. plus one other, who should also be ashamed of himself .. In the meantime, I plan on continuing to stock the bunker .. Thanks for taking notice brother .. just be sure you are appreciated .. whilst I am still able to appreciate that is .. Neville
It is my pleasure my friend. I hope that your last line is not a foreboding message. Hope all is well with you.
'Afraid so, Neville.....
I fear there is little point in my suggesting that anyone watches this space .. but ta anyway ..
You mean anyone like the big bad three (no four) you mention up further.....
I watch this space though am unable to do anything more but rant....
Rant on .. we need more of em .... loads more ..
True words Neville, mankind is destroying our world and so few in power seem to care.
Andy
Absolutely & the real bad boys seem hell bent on achieving that objective .. Neville
And KP's no help either. She's got 8 of those 9 trees in her garden! I'm becoming nuttier than a............!
That sounds mor like a furest than a garden ..
Neville, my friend… brutal truth beautifully spoken. “Only nine trees left” is both prophecy and elegy...a line that hums with despair and bitter humor. The world we failed still finds her voice in yours. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Without wishing to repeat myself .. thank you, thank you, thank you brother T .. Neville 🐧🖤🐦⬛🐦⬛🐧🖤🐈⬛🐧🐧🖤😎👍
As sad as it is we proclaim to be an intelligent species, yet we put so much effort into destroying the very fabric of what gives us life. I hope nature finds a way to recover from our continued destruction of it, but that may well be in vein, hope you keeping well
Thank you for your visit, associated insight & concern brother poet .. I am beginning to feel more my old self, so thanks again .. Neville 😎👍
You are very welcome
“Extraordinarily well screwed—so to speak. I find the injection of that one word quite… Extraordinary. Kindly pardon my simple mind. The theme is close to my heart, and I confess to a persistent pessimism. Fortunately—or unfortunately—the poem seemed to echo my bleak faith in our venerable leaders.
Why does the word venerable bring to mind venereal disease? Kindly pardon my poor English.
Thanks for taking part in my little social exercise .. I get confused over some words in my own language too .. sometimes .. Neville 😎👍
Well-written, your poem explores themes of environmental degradation and the profound sense of loss associated with the destruction of nature. It reflects on humanity's failure to protect the environment, emphasizing a feeling of despair regarding the future of the planet.
Many serious thank you's my friend .. I am so glad that you see it my way .. Neville 🌲🌲🌲🌲🌳🌳🌲🌳🌲👍
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