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I do not like fracking, Zach-a-wacking

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sam i am

 

I am Daniel.

 

I am Zach-a-wacking.

Zach-a-wacking am I.

 

That Zach-a-wacking,

That Zach-a-wacking!

I do not like,

That Zach-a-wacking.

 

Do you like fracking?

 

I do not like fracking,

Zach-a-wacking.

 

Would you like it,

Here or there?

 

I would not like fracking,

Here or there.

I would not like it anywhere.

I do not like fracking.

I do not like it, Zach-a-wacking.

 

Would you like fracking,

Near your house?

Would you like fracking,

Near a mouse?

 

I would not like fracking,

Near my house.

I would not like fracking,

Near a mouse.

I do not like fracking,

Here or there.

I would not like it anywhere.

I do not like fracking.

I do not like it, Zach-a-wacking.

 

Would you like fracking,

Near a bubbling stream?

Would you like fracking,

Near your baseball team?

 

Not near my house.

Not near a mouse.

Not near a bubbling stream,

Not near my baseball team.

I do not like fracking,

Here or there.

I would not like it anywhere.

I do not like fracking.

I do not like it, Zach-a-wacking.

 

Would you? Could You?

Near a playground?

We drill up, down, all around.

 

No, that is not sound.

I would not, could not,

Near a playground.

 

How about in your county?

Just wait. You’ll see!

Fracking brings bounty.

For all! For me!

 

I do not like fracking,

Zach-a-wacking.

I do not want it,

Near my house.

I do not want it,

Near a mouse.

I do not want it,

Near a bubbling stream.

I do not want it,

Near my baseball team.

I do not want it,

Near my playground.

I do not want it,

in my county.

 

Zach-a-wacking,

I can’t let this be.

Water is too important,

to let you drill for a fee.

 

Shaman Elizabeth Herrera

Author of Earth Sentinels: The Storm Creators

Parody of Green Eggs and Ham by Dr. Seuss

Time’s Prison Poem

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pulling on time

Time works for you.

You created the rules,

Expect the slave,

To obey the master.

Manifestations of your making,

Spawned from a desire to separate.

Time is your creation.

How else could you escape?

Asleep in eternity,

Angels wipe your tears,

As you toss in nightmares,

Reflecting your fears.

And when the dream is over,

Time will be no more.

Laughter will appear,

at the futility of it all.

Freed from time’s prison,

Eternity is revealed.

Spirits fly high and soar,

through heaven’s door.

The Lingering Song

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releasing spirit

Past the dark bark of a tree,

To the mossy earth below,

A makeshift grave beckons me.

I rest against the dirt made hallow,

While life drinks my mindless sea.

 

A ladybug crawls across my face,

Dragonflies vacillate.

A dove coos from a branch,

Her lonesome song floats in space,

Mesmerizing the leaves,

Fluttering a windless dance.

 

My spirit flees,

Briefly lingering above,

Before dissipating into the trees,

The bugs and the dove.

The song becomes strong,

For just a moment,

Before it is gone.

 

The Black Mist Poem

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black mist

 

A black mist churns,

Discourse, fear and anger.

Separated by darkness,

Few see the flame,

Pawns in sadistic game.

 

Few brave souls dare,

Catch snippets of truth,

Concealed in the air.

Secretly plotting their escape,

Hiding as sleuths,

Beneath invisible capes.

 

Full moon reflecting,

A greater might.

Pounding hearts,

Flee warm beds,

Under cover of night.

 

Broken shackles disarray,

Darkness screeches rage.

Tracking bolstered prey,

On a broken-glass stage.

 

Escaping tyrannous hands,

Rebels scourer,

Over treacherous trails.

never turning back,

For to leave is attack.

 

Haunched teeth bared,

Control and force.

Armies climb down,

A tyrannical chain,

Prey and predator,

One and the same.

 

With fearful scope,

The all-seeing eye,

Extinguishes light.

For change is death,

For those who worship the night.