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Mother Nature's Early Menopause

We forced her into menopause well ahead of her time.
Mother Nature’s prematurely changing and we’ll regret our crime.
We cut off her tresses that once bushed across her land,
polluted her oceans and soiled her golden sand.
Moody and unpredictable her volcanic eruptions flows,
fed a daily diet of plastics, pesticides and GMO’s.

We sweated out her edges and turned her temples gray,
while her hot flashes melt the glaciers that dissolve more each day.
Her skin is dry and arid as she blazes across her earth,
destroying crops and animal life, unyielding, no longer giving birth.
We ravaged her Amazon where green algae and flora once flourished,
only two days shipping while populations starve and many undernourished. 

Waken with a splitting headache as earthquakes and tornados roar,
we have become her burden with our excessive cries for more.
Gas emissions have choked her and left her in a daze.
The damage is done, too late before we change our ways.
She is like a bridge as our weight has caused her back to bend 
with greed, corruption and the unconscionable conscience of men.

How will humanity survive when Mother Nature has no more to give,
what will become of our children, where will they have to live? 
This is a time of urgency, but we have been fore warned. 
Her end is rapidly approaching, for “hell has no fury like a woman scorned”.

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In the beginning after God had finished creating this land.
Satan boldly challenged the heavens for the absolute control of man.
Gods’ architectural blueprint stretched for ages across the sky
He watered the oceans and rivers then taught the birds how to fly
Forming each creature with punctually and prodigious detail
Carving out his structures with precision and without fail.
Just as he finished coloring each element with vivid greens and blues,
The devil appeared demanding his share, feeling entitled to his just dues.
“I’ll stake my claim in this vast haven you have designed,
there’s plenty turf for both of us” he slurred, “for you know I gots to get mine".
God dismissed his presence “‘be gone vile serpent you have no right to my land”.
"Hold up, my Lord, then let’s wager for this so -called man”
God peeped down through the clouds, causally suggested a sporting game of chess
being not at all threatened knowing his strategic skills was some of his best.
“My pawn against your king as we vie for the souls of man”,
The devil quickly rebuffed, knowing that game would give God the upper hand.
Spades? Pinochle? Three card Molly? Was more what the devil had in mind.
Flickering the cards with his shifty hands, “Now if you can be so kind”
“So be it” God reasoned knowing he had nothing to dread.
“St Peter open those pearly gates so I can rub that demon’s head”.

The devil entered heaven unremorseful with a vengeful and sullen sneer
Wrapped in a black cape concealing the holes where his wings had once been sheared.
The opponents took opposite sides deciding Poker would be the game of choice.
Gabriel cut the deck and shuffled, and then he raised his mighty voice.
"5 cards high, three of a kind, kings over aces", as the game continued to the wee hours of the night,
while the angels hovered closely above shining their heavenly light.
"I’ll raise you Hitler and King Leopold", as Satan’s chips slammed hard against the table
"Then I’ll even the odds because I want that Cain, but you can have his brother Abel".
"I'll trump that and counter your bid with Moses" just as God softened his narrowed stare,
Knowing Mother Theresa, St Francis and Martin Luther King would give him a straight pair.
"Let’s raise the ante" as the devil’s sinister thoughts abounded
I’ll bet you hate and bigotry for their heartless souls confounded.
Then we’ll play for murder, slavery, child abuse, and greed
I’ll give them innumerable riches and even objects they won’t need.
I’m plant depression and unhappiness as they sip its venomous brew",
rubbing his hands together knowing his evil plans were not yet through.
“Then I’ll give them grace and mercy” as Gods promise roared across the land
“they’ll have compassion and love for their brother hood of man”.
“You’ll give those mortals too much credit, they won’t obey your rules”.
So, I’ll create confusion, just watch those ungrateful fools”.
Soon God arose in triumph as his voice filled the sky
‘Take that ole Lucifer’, flashing a royal straight flush that almost made the devil cry.
“That hands impossible” Satan accusing God that he had cheated.
“Now don’t go there ” God warned, for you know you’ve been defeated.

Satan pulled out a long list of individuals and double checked each name
Stalin, Dahmer, Bundy would be major participants in his demonic game.
Then they both read my name, & devil smirked “Oh yes I will know her well”,
"she’ll make a fine contribution to my smarmy den of hell.
Even though her life will play a trivial role in my vast playground,
not needing much direction for she’ll know her way around".
God looked skeptical as he rubbed his temples with dismay
“Don’t be so sure about that one because she’ll eventually find her way.
Like her I will give man a second chance for I’ll send my son to earth
To die for their sins and accept my word, giving them rebirth”.
The devil kicked over the table as his savage temper swayed.
“Forget this pointless game for I’ll control man anyway”.
He shook his fist and assured God this was not the end.
But God coolly replied, “No worries, I’m ready for that day we meet again”

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The Time In My Mind

I sat too long in a window watching as life passed me by
Consumed by fear or feeling ashamed to try
Often I wonder what magic did those lost days’ hold
Did I miss out on a life larger, greater and bold?
I forgot that I told myself that one day I would be someone
But so much life has passed that someone just didn’t become
A shadow who footsteps disappear in the night 
Avoiding a reflection dulled over time & still laden with fright 
I watched my dreams blow away with the wind
Dissolve into todays, brittle and thin
I try not to ponder on “what if’s” and regrets 
Those mid mornings thoughts, run-away frets 
Of unclimbed mountains and loves that didn’t last 
My faults still haunt me and unearth a hidden past
Now I sit at the window with the time in my mind
Each precious minute I left so, so far behind.

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Her

Digging deep into my mind
Past the guilt and invisible binds
A soul is stirring so impatiently.
Who is that other person I might find?

I know she’s in there somewhere.
Standing tall and strong
This me scared of my shadow.
While she’s has been there all along

The other me inside is beating.
Beating hard against my chest
I keep her locked away and imprisoned.
Afraid someone will like her best.

For she was wild and frivolous
With no concern who knew
Broken hearts a spinning carousel
As she served a noxious stew.

Yes, I remember her vividly.
Rebellious with defiant eyes
Underneath a web of deceit
To get tangled in her flawless lies.
 
Discerning and cunning 
she’d spit you back in your own face.
Some days played along the dirty game,
ever cautious of the pace. 

Her dance was bare and haughty,
her body on constant display
never cared who was watching,
when she came out to play.

Laughter loud and boosting
her smile a clever shine.,
Never to trust her intentions
for she’d cross you every time

Voices sharp and cutting
Musical notes that produced no sound
Her world was vast and open,
bur feet never got off the ground.

She is the person I once was,
and sometimes I still wish to be.
its best she stays locked away.
Buried deep the broken key.

I’d still like to pick out parts of her,
but cautious of what I would share.
Piece us together internally
For we’d make a perfect pair

Nonetheless my fierce warrior
Reining resilient and supreme
Running restless and heroic
as I see her in my dreams.

Flipping through the errors of life
Correcting every mistake
A different existence without fault
In the decisions that I now make.

These days I sit behind a desk.
Shrinking more and more each day
Discontented but surrendered.
For this is the price I now must pay.

Every misdeed has a consequence,
and consequences hold a return.
Flashing shadows of yesterdays
In the lessons you must learn.

Best Poems Written by Nora Gibson

A Beauty Queen Dethroned

Mother Nature's Early Menopause

Just Passing Through

The Working Dead

Graven Images

Christmas Memory Lane

Stupid Love Poem

Heavens's Poker Game

The Time In My Mind

Her