Seeds of Insanity

[Baut Images: Cain]

They say it all started

when Cain slew Abel,

and the seeds of insanity were sown.

For who of a sane mind

would kill another,

and not even think it was wrong.

Then came the long march

of death and destruction

from Babylon to Egypt, then Rome.

Mighty Rome took it further

through conquest and legions;

by burning and salting the ground.

But empires rise, and empires fall

as it seems they so often do,

and with avarice, friend, build they tombs.

Then look to religions,

saving souls with fools gold;

shadow empires amongst all the rest.

Priestly travelers call

with their banners unfurled,

and a sword hung close at the hip.

Yes, they say it all started

when Cain slew Abel,

now those seeds have all fully grown.

Roger Allen Baut

We are the Children of Earth

[Image: Fee Easton]

We are the flowers of Earth,

And we come in many colours.

We reach toward the Sun in its glory,

And kiss turquoise skies that meet land.

We live in peace and unity,

And celebrate our life every day.

For we are the children of Earth,

And at-one with all flora and fauna.

We sing and dance on the breezes,

And fill the air with our scent.

For we love all that life has to offer,

And to play with and tease humming birds.

Yes, we are the flowers of Earth,

And we bloomed long before Atlantis.

We watched as life crossed the planet,

And brought food and shelter to Man.

Yes, we are the flowers of Earth,

And our fate lies within your hands.

Roger Allen Baut

Today’s One Stop Poetry Challenge prompt was shot by UK photographer Fee Easton

Ecolo in the Sky

[Baut Images: Ecolo in the Sky]

Ecolo, Goddess of Earth.

Bright jewel of blue in Sol's great system.

Bringer of air, and water,

and life to all your children.

I see your fractured beauty,

As you gaze upon your realm.

As you remember, dreamlike,

The flora and fauna of days gone by.

What cruel fate is it Ecolo,

That has brought your path to this?

Yet, despite all the heartache,

You still try to heal your world.

Ecolo, Goddess of Earth.

Bright Lady even in these darkened days.

Just remember it's foretold, in future days,

Your life, and world, will be renewed.

Roger Allen Baut

Within the Vessel

I Am the Spirit Being

[Image entitled: Spirit Being]

I am the Spirit being

That lives within my physical body,
And I have experienced much

During my sojourn on Planet Earth.

I revel in the senses

That my vehicle provides me,

From touch, to taste and sight,

On to hearing and smell.

The flowers and forests,

Lakes and rivers provide us all

With a wondrous opportunity

To explore and nurture our world.

I am the Spirit being

That lives within my physical body,

And I have traveled much

During my sojourn on Planet Earth.

I have seen the sun rise and set

From an old Ryokan on Sagami Bay,

And beheld the Shrine of the Black Madonna

Tucked away in an Einsieden monastery.

I have watched the seasons pass

From blossoming Spring to Summer,

then Autumn's colours to Winter's chill

And back again, on their epic journey.

So much, so much to see and experience

As we all travel in our vessels of clay.

Collectors of experiences and memories

As we travel through time and space.

I am the Spirit being

That lives within my physical body,

As you are the Spirit being

That lives within yours.

Roger Allen Baut

I See You!

Picture Prompt Challenge!
inspired by the imagery of Rosa Frei

Photograph and copywrite by Rosa Frei

I see you,

And I see right through you.

Though you think

I am blind, I see!

See your subtle diversions,

Covered in nods and dispersions,

And laced with a honeyed Corexit.

I see you,

And I see right through you.

Wearing a fine mourning cloak,

That's been skillfully woven,

From sackcloth, ashes and mace.

I see you,

And I see right through you.

To your banksters, and gangsters,

And politicos, who are fracking

The earth 'til it breaks.

I see you.

And I see right through you.

Gazing into your heart filled

With wars and the corporates,

And a nation that's lost its grace.

I see you,

And I see right through you!

Though you think

I am blind, I see.

I see you!

My first submission to One Stop Poetry's
One Shoot Sunday Photo Prompt, with the portraiture of Rosa Frei.

Roger Allen Baut