Earth

Banks of the Amazon

Ugonna Wachuku 

 

On sustainability, climate change action,   

renewal of earth's environment, corporate

social responsibility, energy efficiency, 

responsible global trade and abiding 

nature conservation for beloved

humankind's survival: 

 

Life will continue her journey
on the dream's path. She will
take along every purity from
the earth. Every root shall be
moved for life through nature.

 

The dream has come to the land.
You shall ever know the love
from my soul to help humankind 

take sustainable action on this 

threatening climate change, 

globally. 

 

From bountiful banks of the
Amazon, I shall rise for the
voyage. I shall take with me
fresh fishes for new
beginnings. Trees of the
jungle will bow in
admiration and care

for earth's soil and

blood humankind.  

 

The dream shall kiss this
river in a subtle show of
universal love. On the face
of the Parana, the dream shall
glitter to let everyone know
the love that we share.

 

This spirit of the Amazon shall
take me to the breath-taking
height of precious Pico da
Bandeira. Then, let me know
what you think of the dream's
soul for earth's renewal, forever.

 

Cherish a whole life of oneness
across the land. Let love light
the dream's torch in the morning
of darkness and uncertainty from

this climate change on humankind's

enchanting earth home.

 

Let every eye see its the dream's

flame in the heart of Brasillia and

across the world. From the land's

depth, let Rio de Janeiro beat

drums for a Samba of peace and

love to let humankind conquer

this climate change, threatening.

 

Let time and seas of life kiss
the love of my being on the coast
of Sao Paulo. Let your soul
experience the dream's lovely joy
on the yearning lands of Salvador.

 

Let love and hope
dine with us in
Thecife for

humankind's

earth

r

e

n

e

w

a

l

!

 

Let the banks of
the Amazon and
Niger bloom and
glow for life

for climate 

renewal
on
our
dying
earth
this
day
and
ever!

 

Nobody Loves Me

Ugonna Wachuku  

  

 

I live on a misty mountain top
in the heart of Uturu. On this
mountain, I walk with eagles.
My house is built of natural
stone. Streams water my
surroundings with refreshing,
live-giving scent from nature.  

 

I am in tune with nature.
I am a child of nature.
Nature knows me; and I know
nature within the depths of
my being. 

 

My hope in life does not
wane because daily, I breath
healing freshness from nature
and my mountain top environment.

 

I drink from springs on the
mountain. Each night, when I
bend down to drink, moonbeams
caress my longing back.

 

Nobody knows me; not even
my name; not even where
I come from. Could I have
been forgotten in the still
smallness of life? Could I
have lost that unchanging
love promised?

 

Each dusk, I stare down the
valley wondering if life has
anyone like me down there.
I wonder at my home and at
nature in all of its beauty.
I wonder at my beginning.

 

I rest with the hope of
finding a companion. But
nobody comes. Nobody calls.
Nothing leaves. Nothing comes.
Yet, I stay on this mountain top.

 

Suddenly, I wake up sweating like
a christmas goat: I have been
dreaming. Then, I realize that it's
real. My heartbeat panders to the
rhythm of a bird's voice. I listen
carefully. This reality comes into
me. I look out of my stone house
window:

 

The bird's green trees and lush
landscapes have been burnt by
fires of human strife and loveless
destruction across the valley below.
Tear drops fill my sunken eyes.

 

"Nobody loves me, nobody loves me;
including you" the bird sings on
my mountain spring while I watch
from my weary window on the
mountain top. The bird's tears
mingle with my natural spring
on the mountain.  

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A bird laments humanity's destruction of its environment ... 

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Share the Dream

Ugonna Wachuku  

 

Day breaks in on us slowly. 
Today's journey through life 
will be full of riddles and 
hope. 

 

Life will surely bring new
suprises and strange

shadows to humankind,

globally.

 

Shadows of this new day
will certainly accompany
us through inspiring village
paths and forests of hope

and inspiration.

 

On our way to the farm,
new meaning to life will
be found, with creativity

and innovation through  

ancestral green leaves

in home forests. 

 

Ancestral footprints will
be followed on our way to
plant hopeful crops for our
coming harvest.

 

Whether there will be a 
harvest, we cannot tell. 
The world have changed so 
much since grandma and 
grandpa were children 
in the family.  

 

Then, our ancestors could 
smell good weather and 
refreshing rain. Now, we 
smell cyclones, nuclear 
pollution and destructive 
rain filled with this flaming 
scent of climate change

and inflicted instability.   

 

Anyway, my friends, we

are headed for the farm:  

 

We must plant our crops
for hopeful coming harvest.
We have fresh, good hope

for healing of humankind.  

 

We have bountiful, fresh
dreams and love for beloved

humankind's thriving survival 

on this trying earthly journey

called life. 

 

Our dreams are real and
worthy enough to go round

enchanting earth with love

and family oneness.

 

Come, my love.
Come, humankind.
Share the dream
of my simple soul.

 

Cape of Good Hope
darling, share our
dream of bountiful
new harvest and

healing for humanity. 

 

Come, my friends.
Walk with us through
ancestral village paths
to our farm of hope,

healing and love

unchained.

 

Come, all of you
who will:

 

Globally, walk with us,

gladly, this new day;

for humankind's

abiding

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Share the Dream 

~ Critiques/Comments ~ 

 

Mona Omar

monao3@yahoo.com

lets all share the dream of happiness , peace and love 

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Helen Schmidt

heljac123@aol.com

Ugonna,  This is a lovely poem of hope and dreams of making the world a better place.  Would that these dreams come true!  Best regards, Helen 

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Amy Riberdy

winnowillwhite@hotmail.com

A poem filled with hope for the beauty of the old world to survive in spite of the destructive nature of a modern life that threatens to destroy the beauty of the land & a way of life..  Amy 

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Misty Lackey

countrygal_cc@yahoo.com

for some reason I could see this poem on a huge flag or on a huge blue sky for the whole world to see feelings that set free the mind on todays nature and world.. 

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michelle

mobakeng@yahoo.com

Bonjour(Swiss) Ugonna,  As I read your poem, I thought about those who did not make it to another day, following the attacks on New York twin towers and on the Pentagone.  Yes each day is a day of hope even if the changing world around us threatens to rob us of our subsistence, loved ones and hope.  Each day is a new beginning not only for us but also for the coming generations.  We have to pass on the dream unless we die.  This poem is fitting for such time as this.  Thank you  Michelle 

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Deborah Russell

sellwein@hotmail.com

For some reason one of my favourite books comes to mind, "The Good Earth", by Pearl S. Buck. A book which still lends passages to my mind, years after reading it for the second time. Of course I would like to think that most of us do 'keep the dream' of green pastures close to our hearts. Again the form of the last three stanzas is a goblet. And the wine flows freely dripping from the stem. An inspirational image! 

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Gail Henderson

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beautiful words it is amazing  

when i read this poem it was  

like the words were flowing  

of the pages great work keep it up.

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2002-07-10 02:29:24  

 

Adele Smith

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This poem shows that sometimes we don't know what life can bring us. Only with Hope and understanding does we seem to move forward in life. keep up the great work

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2003-06-01 15:38:59   

 

Ruth Lovejoy

rlovejoy4@verizon.net

I really feel your heart in this piece! An outstanding one!

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2008-01-13 15:32:22 

 

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Bring in Sheaves

Ugonna Wachuku  

 

With love for the earth's rural poor in unwavering support of the crucially essential mission and work of CIAT: International Center for Tropical Agriculture: Science to Cultivate Change: http://ciat.cgiar.org and FAO: Food and Agriculture Organization of the United Nations: http://www.fao.org + IFAD: International Fund for Agricultural Development: http://www.ifad.org 

 

Through blue, cloudless skies,

 

I see rainbows and stars drawing

 

glorious patterns and planting

 

flowers with nature's sweet scent.

 

 

Beautiful hearts and loving souls

 

gather to tell the story of the

 

rain. The rainbow is there to tell

 

this love story from heaven. The

 

farm will bloom forever with 

 

fertile rain from these clouds

 

in celebration of the world's 

 

rural poor and those of us 

 

living in hunger-striken 

 

shadows of life and wounded

 

hope bleeding.

 

 

Inspiring smell from earth's soil

 

meet me on this journey to

 

welcoming farmlands of home.

 

I see grandma's handsome hand

 

sowing seeds for new life.

 

I warmly view mummy's caring

 

hand cultivating corn seeds, cassava

 

and yam tubers for our earth's

 

rural poor. With gladness, I 

 

remember CIAT's, IFAD's and FAO's 

 

crucial mission and work throughtout our 

 

yearning world of poverty and hunger!

 

 

I see heavenly hearts beating for

 

the new harvest when these seeds

 

come to life with my love for

 

these poor of the earth; these

 

rural hearts of beauty longing

 

for healthy abundance and fertile

 

renewal of their earth's barreness.

 

 

For these beloved rural poor, CIAT's, 

 

IFAD's and FAO's bounties abound. 

 

Grandma's seeds are sown. Mummy's 

 

handsome harvest is real. And through 

 

the loving lushness of my weeping 

 

heart on green pastures, and fruitful 

 

meadow sea shores, joyful, refreshing 

 

rain is given from heaven's heart to 

 

our tearful earth's rural poor made 

 

whole in heaven's unfathomable 

 

abundance forever.

 

 

There is a glad song echoing

 

throughout the galaxy; far beyond

 

the simple skies we know. This harvest

 

will renew humanity. This coming harvest

 

will teach us love and brotherhood. This

 

harvest will be a new beginning if we

 

wish it deep down CIAT's, IFAD's 

 

and FAO's systems; deep down 

 

humanity's heart of cultivated love 

 

and sustainable survival on rural 

 

landscapes and agricultural lands 

 

waiting to be made fertile and 

 

humbly rich for the good of our 

 

enchanting earth's rural poor.

 

 

For these beloved rural poor of our cute,

 

yearning earth, CIAT's, IFAD's and 

 

FAO's bounties, experience and 

 

knowledge of poverty eradication 

 

and science of cultivation are made 

 

available with care and unwavering 

 

love embodied in humaneness:

 

 

Then, humkind, CIAT, IFAD, FAO, 

 

grandma, mummy, me, let us go forth 

 

and bring in the sheaves for our 

 

beautiful earth's beloved rural poor. 

 

We must go now: 

 

 

As we bring in sheaves, let us share this 


new breath of love and oneness. Bring

 

in sheaves. Bring in soothing sheaves.

 

Let us breath from that calm, refreshing wind

 

of this fertile love, for the earth's beautiful,

 

rural poor: Love made real and meaningful in

 

CIAT's, IFAD's and FAO's committed mission 

 

and crucially essential work of enabling our 

 

world's rural poor overcome their poverty 

 

and nutritional deficiency!

 

 

This is the welcoming message I leave

 

with all women and men of goodwill and

 

love this new day in unwavering support

 

and cherishment of CIAT, IFAD's and FAO's 

 

highly essential mission across the world.

 

 

Come! Beloved Humankind:  

 

Join CIAT's  mission now, this day! 

 

Join IFAD's mission this new day! 

 

Join FAO's mission this new dawn! 

 

Let our earth's rural poor overcome

 

their poverty. Let their "levels

 

of nutrition and standards of

 

living" rise with improved 

 

"agricultural productivity" 

 

and nourishing "science to 

 

cultivate" abundantly! 

 

 

Together, as 

 

one, 

 

With 

 

CIAT, 

 

with

 

IFAD,

 

with 

 

FAO, 

 

let us

 

bring 

 

in 

 

bountiful

 

sheaves

 

for our

 

earth's

 

rural

 

poor.

 

Bring 

 

in  

 

s

 

h

 

e

 

a

 

v

 

e

 

s

 

this 

 

new 

 

day 

 

with 

 

CIAT, 

 

IFAD

 

and

 

FAO!

 

!

 

!

 

!

 

Bring in Sheaves 

~ Critiques/Comments ~    

 

Lesa Gay

lesajg@aol.com

I was raised on a little farm in Iowa.  I know well the smell of freshly turned earth, the busy time of harvest, and the prayers to the Lord for a bountiful harvest.  Thanks for bringing to mind a picture of my childhood.  ~Lesa~

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2002-04-04 15:39:45

Linda M. Medeiros

pudnsis1@aol.com 

 

Ugonna,  

 

As usual, you have outdone yourself. Each of your poems pour out with love, compassion, truth and with your heart's spirit, your words impress deeply into my soul. There are many poor and hungry and if they could use their soil would plant and grow for themselves, but, those of them that destroy and ruin, prevent this. Yes, let all who can share a kernal or morsal do. Let us help each other so that no one starves by the hands of evil. Thank you for sharing. Linda 

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2002-04-08 14:43:57

Helen Schmidt

heljac123@aol.com 

 

Ugonna, 

 

What fervent words pour from your bountiful heart.  This wonderful piece reflects your caring concern and unending hope for the betterment of those less fortunate than you.  I certainly enjoy reading your humanitarian poems, Ugonna; they are wonderful.  

 

Helen

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2002-04-08 16:15:24

Mona Omar

moca124@hotmail.com

dear ugonna a beautiful  poem  full of compassion  planting more seeds of love :)

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2002-04-09 02:33:55

Keith Neal

techpoet82@yahoo.com

 

Another piece that allowed the reader to 

gain visual experience with your words. 

 

The line where you described your mother's 

"handsome" hands is a characteristic I've  

seldomly heard having reference to a woman. 

 

Another eloquent piece from you! 

 

Keith

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2002-04-09 03:46:50

Amy Riberdy

winnowillwhite@hotmail.com

These are such strong words, pouring out with the heart's compassion that is so much a part of the many beautiful poems that you produce. 

 

To take the seed & plant it in the hopes that it will produce the bounty necessary to feed the hungry of the world, is feeling the greatest joy in the many miracles of God.  

 

To imagine that one simple tiny seed can feed so many. And the action of a mother's hand sowing these seeds with tender loving care brings hope to the hearts of all wish for a better tomorrow. 

 

This piece says this & more.... 

 

Well done 

 

Amy

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2002-04-10 13:30:02

Douglas Lazard

dougiebgood@hotmail.com

I will check out IFAD... What a wonderful poem expressing your heartfelt desire for the betterment of mankind! And yes, we must do it through the healing and caring management of dear mother earth!  Like you I can't wait for that better day of love and brotherhood1 

 

Well done my friend! 

Peace and love ~~~~ Dougie ~~ 

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2002-04-11 06:43:43

Mary Charest

charest67@aol.com

Hi Ugonna, 

Your humanitarian poems really touch me.  I join with you in hope that we can feed the poor and change the world with unwavering love.  This is my constant prayer. 

Love, 

Mary

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2002-04-11 16:13:55

Myra Lochner

myrataal@mweb.co.za 

 

Dear Ugonna ... 

 

Let me try again to post this comment ... it is also on your guest book ... 

 

I love the visual impact of this poem, imitating a pregnant sheaf, ready for the reap.  The beautiful imagery as well as the implicit message of hope and expectation is a typical Uggona style, reflecting a tender heart.  I also love the way in which you reach back to you roots ...  

 

Thank you for inviting me here again.  It is always a pleasure to read your work.  

 

May God bless you and keep you.  

 

Myra 

 

Ps. Ah! The Internet is surrendering to tender touch ... LOL ... here goes ...

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2002-04-12 09:30:33

Donna Allard

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Well Ugonna.. tis a prayer we should all sing, tis a seed we should all plant, tis a hope that should dewll within all souls, on this earth and beyond, the rainbow.  

 

Just a thought :) Donna

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2002-04-12 23:19:50

Farah D

fiffi_d@yahoo.com

Its amazing how much inspiration you bring out with your words..Ugonna. I found this poem powerful and beautiful and at the same touching and sad. All I can say is AMEN..to your words. http://PostPoems.com/members/destiny

 

 

2002-04-14 13:27:24

Lorraine Reutter

nittykiddy@aol.com

Dear Ugonna, once again the your humane compassionate heart is echoed in the walls of this beautiful poem...thankyou once again for sharing ..I will be sure to check out IFAD...Respectfully ...Lorraine

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2002-04-15 10:54:24

Ann-Marie Williamson

hl_angel@lineone.net

well done. Beautifully written and beautifully layed out.  

If only more people could look at things in the same way. 

Keep up the good work.

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2002-04-15 12:27:09

Tim / manatee Marshall

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hi,this gets an A+ from me,keep up the good work

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2002-04-15 13:57:22

Jessica (Cook) Edwards

jedwardscook@charter.net

Thank you for including me in your list of friends.  You write so eloquently of the things you love and I can see clearly that you love your work with the poor.  God bless you and yours and know that you remain in my prayers. 

Jessica

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2002-04-15 20:19:31

Betty Hattersley

silverlining7@talk21.com

Ugonna what a beautiful poem.  So many times I wonder why harvests are poor in the places that need the food.  Yet many others waste or destroy so much.  To see children happy and smiling is a wonderful sight.  These poor people don't ask for much, are always proud and work so hard.  Your words are so deep and true...thank you for being a friend Ugonna...it's an honour to know you. 

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2002-04-17 13:30:59

Adele Smith

adelesmith4@yahoo.com

This is an insparational poem. Can't wait to read more

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2002-04-19 14:30:03

Misty Lackey

countrygal_cc@yahoo.com

Well Written with good style! 

I really am happy now that I have read all of your nice comments on my poetry. you are quiet a talent yourself, 

keep it up, and stay sweet :-) 

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2002-04-19 22:37:14

michelle

mobakeng@yahoo.com

This poem shows that we cannot do things solely on our own and for our own good alone.  Either we are aware of it or not, we need God, men, goodwill and a cooperative nature to provide sun, rain, a good soil in a symphony of love and life. 

 

You have been able to bridge a faceless organisation with real life, a woman sowing seeds, far away in Africa but this could be anywhere in the world where there are the rural poor. 

 

 

2002-05-09 13:08:34

Karyn Indursky

pablondie21@aol.com

It's shocking how much love pours from you into all of your work. You really know to deliver not only the scenery, but the tranquil, loving feelings. Then, you even go on to dedicate this and list the links. It's just amazingly beautiful and respectable.

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2003-05-02 11:48:50 

 

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Goodnight To The Mountain

Ugonna Wachuku 

 

Earth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

This climate change is terribly threatening! 

This global warming strikes at the soul of 

our earthly existence. We must act now, 

on this truly trying journey called life! 

All enchanting earthly education is needed. 

 

There is a smiling storm gathering in the east.
There is a weeping sea across the desert.
Rising waves beat against the beach.
Whispering winds call us to new beginning.
But we are still dancing. We are still dancing
to that music of freedom. We are still dreaming
when we should have woken up to protect and
preserve earth's dying environment!

 

There is a smiling storm gathering in the west.
There is an unknown sun setting tonight.
Then, let us wake up and build our battered planet.
Let us rise with the sun and say good-bye to hopeless
dreams of the night. Let us follow the whispering
wind's voice and find the beauty of this earth.
Let us watch the fig tree shed its leaves and know
that the season is near.

 

Remember, there is a smiling storm gathering in the
hidden handsomeness of this global warming. There is
a smiling storm gathering across those clouds of blue
and grey sitting in the north and south. So, when owls
hoot no more; when streams and waterfalls weep; when
you kiss me good-bye, remember to ask:
what is so good in saying goodbye?

 

There is a smiling storm warming itself up to kiss.
New flowers are sprouting. Gardens are blooming. So,
remember, when the sun says goodnight to the mountain,
darkness will light up the earth. Darkness will make us
see why we must keep this earth alive in love; with
tolerance and brotherhood!

 

When the sun says goodnight to the mountain, please,
my love, do not kiss me goodnight. Do not let me see
the fuming face of this smiling storm because our love
will outlive every monument of time. We will soar with
the eagles to new horizons of hope and oneness when the
sun says goodnight to the mountain!

 

Together, as one people, come, humanity, now is the
time to protect and preserve our beautiful, dying
environment. Now is the time to fight this deadly 

climate change and global warming! 

 

This climate change is terribly threatening! 

This global warming strikes at the soul of 

our earthly existence. We must act now, 

on this truly trying journey called life!  

All enchanting earthly education is

needed. 

 

We
must
move
now

to 

act
!
!
!
!
!
!
!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Earth is our enchanting home! Let's take preservatory care of our earthly home! That deeply moving song titled "Rain, Rain, Beautiful Rain" by South Africa's soulfully moving isicathamiya {a cappella} group: Ladysmith Black Mambazo - inspired me to write this soulful Goodnight to the Mountain to educate humankind on the urgent need to reverse climate change and global warming, anyway we can!