Competition Entry

Do what is right, stop this terrible sight.
The planet is suffering and animals are dying.
Save them,
save them before it’s too late!

Do you want the sea to be blue or not?
So why don’t we all make a plot
to not put plastic in the green bin
or it will go to landfill.

Would you like the rabbits to die
or would you like to eat them in pie?
Do you want the lion to disappear,
and do you want the same for the deer?

Keep clean our planet earth,
Ways and ways,
Plants and plants,
Bicycles instead of cars,
Not throwing food,
Not wasting water,
Not go to work like you do,
Let the plants grow,
So they suck dust,
Row by row.

Once a day is bright
people called it
a wonderful day,
a day of grace
with sweet movement,
many people use a bright day
to glorify God with praising,
even fish in the water
the praise God, the tree also & the animals in the bush
did the same too.
the day is bright & fair
to happy day
the day of joy
all is a great day.

WINNER

Inhale the world; the fragrance of fresh grasses outside
Take in the scent of wet soil and of the half-charred bark
Bury yourself in the delicious smell of pages
Or the intoxicating odor of hot chocolate

Don’t breathe in the acrid smoke; Rid yourself of fumes
Nature thanks you; Lungs across our Mother Earth will too

Give a second thought to careless litter on the sidewalks
The waste that lies scattered endlessly on the dreary land
Reuse bottles in your home; don’t throw your plastic straws
Reduce the heap of junk that’s piling, rapid as tides

Think of the abandoned kittens which purr on the side
Of the street, dogs who get kicked for simply existing

We’ll work together; seven billion across the globe
Small, subtle moments, subtle actions, subtle habits
We shall bring our Mother back to life once more

The far away land up in the sky,
Where the moon is so up high.

The light up night,
The shining stars,
All witnessed by Aldrin, Armstrong and Collins.

The colossal galaxy far away.

COMPETITION WINNER

Maybe one day
when Luna shines brighter than ever
the men will be able to get out
of the patriarchy system
and realise
how they could have turned
Earth into a scintillating place
only if they had
accepted that women were equal

Now women have
made themselves a happy home
not on Earth but on the Moon
They have grown through what
they have gone through
now their faces are as
charismatic
as the Moon appears from Earth

Even though they are in
a no gravity zone
their feet are on the ground
and their dreams are in the sky
They don’t really want to go back to
Earth

They think Luna is very similar to them
All their lives they revolved around someone else
who was also busy revolving around someone else
The women also think
just like their beauty
Moon’s beauty is hidden
and underappreciated
Maybe one day the men will
understand Luna
and it will be the time when they
understand women

COMPETITION WINNER

This is a cesspool of worship.
Dirty and invisible.
The elderflowers look like nuns,
servile and bathing in the holy light.
of the moon.

At the boundary of the magic circle
is a stray flower.
It has managed to escape the spotlight.
It is dark.
It has sinned.

There is a flower that stands in the middle,
taller than the rest, and,
feeding on the moon’s beautiful lies.
The moon sheds more light on it.
It is blinding.

The moon is a judge,
wig-less, skinless and faceless white.
Its craters mark its hollow eyes.
It wears a cape of pollution.

I am court itself.
I look to see who is watching.
I calculate my reactions.
The elderflowers are defendants,
chaste and guilty.

In the window, the moon is dim.
It looks fragile like cellophane.
The elderflowers have no shadow in this light.
The wind points them up and bows them down,
in figurative confusion.
Like monks weeping in the Dissolution,
they embody justice.

COMPETITION WINNER

I, the Moon, light up the midnight sky
When the dark, empty streets
Have no life in sight.

I watch you laugh
And go to bed
While others think I’m lying dead.

My empty craters are
Greater than a deep dark
Hope.

But don’t you see
I’m all alone

COMPETITION WINNER

I look up to see the magical night sky,
The stars – little sparkles of life,
The moon – I see is full tonight,
Its warm glow shining bright,
The comets – they blast through the sky – top speed!
As if they were riding upon a knight’s steed,
The planets – I see one or two,
I wonder if the astronomers will find something new?
It comes down the this one long lasting stare,
To realise what is actually out there!