Mama Earth


self sustaining globe

mainly comprised of water

yet we plunder her

stop and care a little, she’s

nurturer of existence.

©2017 Liza Morales


Significant Dandelions 14/30


Let the grass be free and roots delve deep
forbid your hands to yank on its breath
where yellows bloom and their nectars seep
Let the grass be free and roots delve deep
where bees and earth should be ours to keep
disrupting the system will lead to its death
Let the grass be free and roots delve deep
forbid your hands to yank at its breath.

©2016 Liza Morales

(Triolet poetry)


Our Demise 4/30


Why would we destruct sweet Mother Earth
our only home
Where keeping water clean and saving trees 
are overthrown

Our food and plants lend their curing essence
from root to cell
But the government poisons resources
our living hell

Organic medicines culled from raw soils
are damn near banned.
Plants and cures are hidden, their agenda
prescription land

Instead they rob us, quality of life
By poisoning our world, these times of strife

©2016 Liza Morales

(Cavatina poetry)


One Hundred Love Sonnets IV



You will remember that leaping stream
where sweet aromas rose and trembled,
and sometimes a bird, wearing water
and slowness, its winter feathers.

You will remember those gifts from the earth:
indelible scents, gold clay,
weeds in the thicket and crazy roots,
magical thorns like swords.

You’ll remember the bouquet you picked
shadows and silent water,
bouquet like a foam-covered stone.

That time was like never, and like always.
So we go there, where nothing is waiting;
we find everything waiting there.

~ Pablo Neruda ~