Plastic plates bowls and cups
loaded on recycling trucks.
You've had your party thrown it away,
Less to wash up at the end of the day.
But few fall out they blow in winds,
Escape the grasp of the recycling bin.
Not all bags are renewable plastic,
Less strong now not so fantastic.
So write a note for a new tote,
Handles far stronger less likely broke.

It's not our problem it's goods we buy,
There wrapped and packaged to the shoppers eye.
But when the seas are less serene
Choked on plastics and polystyrene.
Death tolls rise numbers of sea life plummet,
Dont ya think its time we do summit?
To a turtle or whale a tasty dish,
To dine upon the jellyfish.
Not a bag for life that passes by,
That binds them to starvation before they die.

So the seas bob in colour of plastic pollution.
Times running out what to be a solution?
Its high time we started a clean up revolution!
To use less packaging to educate all.
Before the tides continue to rise and we loose them all.

The ice caps are melting at an alarming rate,
How long before for all it's too late.
Eco systems absorb UV,
cool the world for nature to be.
Polar life need ice to remain,
In cooler climates to sustain.
But as they melt and tides continue to rise,
Am losing hope for their demise.

Leave the jungles and forrests for self restoration,
Less fossil fuels and deforestation.
The trees keep falling from constant felling,
With palm oil growing; plantations swelling.
Our orange ancestors the orangutan,
Has been their homes since the jungles began.
To break life cycles whole eco systems,
It's time to change the world with our wit and wisdom.

Else what do we leave to the future generations,
Man on earth just viral abominations.

A HUMBLE SUNRISE...

He perched on the boundaries of the fallen temple,
to feel the warmth of the morning rays.
He could feel the dampness of dew that surrounds him,
But on the rise of the sun failed to gaze.
As the birds chipped all around him,
He knew that his day had begun.
Though blindness shrouded him but never darkened,
As he felt beauty from the summers sun.
See no evil Mizaru.

A near by friend reached out a hand to guide him,
He chattered with joyous glee.
For he could marvel at the beauty,
A wonderous sight to thee.
Although his friend spoke gently,
Full of gratefulness that his eyes could see.
He was disturbed by the silence,
The loneliness then sparked to peace.
Hear no evil Kikazaru.

Another fluffed soul dangled closer,
Hanging upside down from a blossom tree.
He was full of wonder and amazement,
By the beauty that surrounded the three.
His ears could hear the chorus,
Of an awakening world that surrounds.
The burning dew now dispersing,
Evaporated from earthen ground.
Although he longed to speak up his excitement,
To his friends the trio they became.
Consistent mute and dumbfounded
He was greatful of friendships to claim.
Speak no evil Iwazaru..

Maggie Evans

LOVELORN SKIES...

She stood on the edge of the horizon and walked it cautiously,
much like a tight rope in the circus.
Her views were spectacular that far out reached miles.
A marvel that only she knew well,
She lit up the world with her burning gaze.
A blaze in all her glory she slowly grew,
Out stretched Ray's she awoke beaming; with a confidence only she knew how to achieve.
A firm believer acquitted of confidence and in which direction,
Much like a helium balloon monolith she rose.

But on her reflection he held her stares,
As he looked into her eyes he could see oceans of sadness.
so salty they trickled and quickly evaporated on her cheeks,
The depths of her soul were illuminated within her beauty.
They were oceans apart.
Her light was now fading as she slowly dimmed,
with a blink of an eye she was gone.
Back beyond the horizon she had rose from sluggish slumber that morning.

He then followed her a day apart,
Night was tranquil.
His ambience was seen by all,
His blueness remained but was illuminated by her power.
Yet she was not seen, not even a shadow.
He moved the tides for her,
back and forth they pulled ; but she was nowhere within his reach.
He cried, but brushed them off into the midnight skies.
Stars then appeared like sequins scattered.
He loved her.

But as she moved farther away he became small, almost incomplete.
His cresent though a smile seen to the naked eye,
was just testament to how far she had travelled almost fully out of sight.
But when he felt her gaze slip from the crevice of his eye.
She returned below him, she lit him up to his fullest circumference.
Months and dates then appeared on calendars,
Seasons of their love documented.
For mere mortals to plan there lives around there story unawares.
Although they never could embrace,
he knew that in that moment she would always return within those last days.
To show him in all his glory that empowered the night skies.

Maggie Evans

WE ARE...

We are all puzzle pieces born from different souls,
Those that have taken a lifetime to find the missing pieces to make them whole.

We are all shipwrecks re built from board to bough to set sail again under silken sails to discover our true destination beyond watery horizons.

We are all bleeding hearts, beating in vein of a higher calling.
To unite together to rediscover hope through love.

We are all mountains, it's a merciless climb to the summit but well worth the journey to admire the views of tomorrow.

We are all one decision away from a beautiful life.
One choice away from a different destination.

We are one river away from the tides of change.
Oceans apart, from small ripples that grew.
That all started with you.

We are one betrayal away from a new trust of opinion.
To build our wisdoms without lies of deciept, but bare honesty openly as vunerabilty of our souls.

We are but one painting away from our legacy,
make your picture memorable, as a journal you kept in childhood years.
Painted with excitement from sleepy eyed dreams.

Were are all one feather apart from a new journey poised with direction,
soaring on a winged bird as free as the open skies, we are freed.

We are all one season away from storms of the night, blown in winds of change.
Like the last fallen leaf in fall, we will regrow reborn in spring.

We are all one soul away from an outstretched hand to hold, be it young or old to guide us.
To grip fingerprints as unique as us all.
To help us unite on intimate grasps.

We are all one story away from a different ending,
How you choose to write the next chapter.
Be it in pencil or ink soaked emotions what colour is up to you.


We are all puzzle pieces born from different souls,
Those that have taken a lifetime to find the missing pieces to make us whole.

Maggie Evans

Stars a blaze in all there glory,
tell of time, of later years through story.
Start of suns collapsed and died,
across the skies some shoot leaving suprise.

The earth began many suns ago,
stars now litter the skies, to guide us far below.
On a clear night look up to the skies,
reflecting moon light before the sun will rise.

Fifty million years from start to collapse,
not knowing how much time has lapsed.
The sun will one day loose its heat,
then into a star, joining others in retreat.

Constellations many light years away,
Mark our births from what zodiacs play.
To mark that day at night is so clear,
mapping what time by which constellations so near.

Stars a blaze in all there glory,
tell of time, of later years through story.
Start of suns collapsed and died,
across the skies some shoot leaving suprise.

What do you see when you see me,
do you see all that can be.
The mum that holds things all together,
who does far more when people let her.

Do you look in my eyes and hold a gaze,
do you see a soul, in fire a blaze.
Do you comfort me when the days been unkind,
do you make a cuppa help me unwind..

What do you see when you see me,
do you see all that can be.
The  woman who tries with all her might,
always pushing forward against hine sight.

Are you aware of my challenges faced,
do you hold me close in a tight embace.
Or do you just point fingers and find my flaws,
as you leave my confidence wiped across the floor.

What do you see when you see me,
do you see all that can be.
A wife who loves her family so dear,
with every heart beat if you can hear.

Her late nights to complete the chores,
housework with music on, seems less a bore.
Children's in bed the day's  been long,
tucked up in bed with a kiss and a song.

What do you see when you see me,
do you see all that can be.
A woman whos strong but yet so weak,
can't always find her voice to speak.

Help her to suceed to find her way,
when time outs needed to play.
An unplanned outing with family or friend,
stops her from going round the bend.

What do you see when you see me,
do you see all that can be.
An inner child thats fun in spirit,
that wants to dance and never quit.

So as in the mirror reflections holding gaze,
I can see the mother, wife and child a blaze.
A sparkle left a glimmer of hope,
my lifes my own no time to mope.

This house is warm as it retains the suns powerful  rays of heat.
Seeds germinate and grow with strength,
each planted and nurtured with care from the theraputic gardener within his greenhouse.
 
But its such a shameful shame,
that we can not all be like the contented gardener.
We throw words around like sharp stones of flint,
when the glass house in which we surround ourselfs  to will shatter.
Like shards of fine glass panes our words can not be unspoken ..
Unbroken.

Let positivity bathe you in light from the vast window space,
embrace its warmth, speak only words of kindness and love.
If this proves too difficult to comprend when tempers fray,
then eat your words or leave them unsaid.
For this will cause shards of glass within a quick tongue that can not be unherd.

Think, stop, have a little humility,
we should do unto others as we undo for ourselfs.
So I ask you only this, let your thoughts germinate seeded words of encouragement.
Then you will see them blossom into beautiful colours bathed in the warmth of love.

Let this contagious greenhouse in which you surround yourself, keep you mindful,
enjoy its warming embrace of light.
learn to help others shine, you will then comprehend the power of the greenhouse effect.