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spreading wings
By Mina Ellyse Warren
September 2, 1996

alone
in the shadows
i feel your breath beside me
i hear your voice call my name

and i dream

reality can be so binding
finding barricades built up around me
so many echoes from the past

and i wander
amidst the wreckage of my creation
wondering
where i lost my way

and i know
the dreams i seek
stay close around me
awaiting the realisation
that other dreams have died

reality can be so yielding
as the barricades fall find me there
so many echoes fading to the past

and i wander
amidst the pristine world of my creation
dreaming
of losing myself in you

and so to you
so far away
i whisper sweet words of love
and i feel the dreams awake within me
and i spread my wings
to the sky
and i fly


Copyright (c) 1996 Mina Ellyse Warren

less than

Dec. 7th, 2018 01:06 am
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less than


By Everett A Warren

December 7, 2018

what i want is irrelevant
wordless i stand beside you
and your wants serve my needs
well enough that no need hath i
for mine own but yours made manifest
move like dancers lithe and wary of the dark
full of grace like poplar leaves they simmer
in the wake of the words you speak at me
and the winds strip them from your branches
once the coldness of your breath hath chilled them
from the green that once resembled life
to the bright of the sun that shines not upon me
to the red of the fires that burn stillborn
as with my desires, as with your whistling words
that weasel their way from your hiding places
bringing with them their killing frost
and so extracting that which hath made them holy
to the brown of the Earth, they return
to rot, to make you anew with stolen essence
shoring up your soul with all thin sorrows,
weaker than weak, shallower than regret,
with voids that swallow you whole
and still you press for my wants
as if you hath not learned in devastation
as if it serves you to know such arcane trivia
as if i shape such words for mine own purposes
as if such was my right that my words took flesh
taking said morsel upon your desecrated altar
carving it in thin slices served like revenge
and so i want for nothing, feasting upon it
and in disgust you force my hand
ever so unsteady in your cowardice
and i show you the pathways of your mistake
for in truth i want only to not make clear my wants
but you hath robbed me of that luxury
and i am found...
alas...
wanting



Copyright (c) 2018 Everett Ambrose Warren

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Mental Chameleon


By Everett A Warren

July 23, 1995

What you think
I think it too
How can you say
I don't feel it as do you

There's no difference between our thoughts
My mindscape iterates and forms the array that is the set
of
You

Identity
Swept away
Individuality
Erased

Like you I am me, myself,
and I walk alone to keep me company

And the moment arrives at last
The two who walk beneath the sun
Share the same shadow
we have become
One

Wordless now you stare at me
And there are two before you, how can this be?

In silent horror you call my name
I hear it shape into a familiar ring
Words I have echoed before
In your voice

Who are you now that I am me
Myself and I
and you
Yourself are We



Copyright (c) 1995 Everett Ambrose Warren

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Originally posted by [profile] greenmanenvy_fd at In Deep / When the Ocean was a Forest

In Deep

In Deep, 2008





When the Ocean was a Forest

By Mina Ellyse Warren

When the ocean was a forest, I was but a child,
I was but a young lass, when the ocean was a forest.
When the ocean was a forest, full of trees,
The sea without its waves, I was but a young girl.

When the ocean was a forest, ferns and trees,
I was then a young lass, when the ocean was a forest.

Each hundred years flown past, to the sea I return,
In the waves I must be bathe'd, each hundred years flown past.
Each hundred years flown past, to the shore I walk,
In the waters I am bathe'd, and I am young once more.

Each hundred years flown past, in the waters I must bathe,
Before bird or beast does speak, each hundred years flown past.

Upon the road I stop, cradling a life so dear,
Holding life within my hands, upon the road I stop.
Upon the road I stop, and I give them warmth,
Hold them as their life departs, with injuries so grave.

Upon the road I stop, as their soul departs,
My tears turn to stone, dripping grey rock upon the road.

I will be young once more, waves upon the stones,
Once I have bathe'd in the water, I will be young once more.
I will be young once more, as the tide pulls out before me,
I will bathe in the sea, and have my youth restored.

I will be young once more, when the seas have washed me clean,
In the tides my years wash 'way, I will be young once more.

It's early that the dog did speak, in advance of me,
The dog, in advance of me; It's early that the dog did speak.
It's early that the dog did speak, in advance of me,
In the quiet of the morning, on the ocean shore.

When the ocean was a forest, I was but a child,
I was then a young lass, when the ocean was a forest.
Each hundred years flown past, in the waters I must bathe,
Before bird or beast does speak, each hundred years flown past.

But it was early that the dog did speak, in advance of me,
The dog, in advance of me, as I crumbled before the tide.



Copyright © 2013 Mina Ellyse Warren



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Originally posted by [profile] greenmanenvy_fd at Martian Puppy Dog / Extrovert

Martian Puppy Dog

Martian Puppy Dog, 2006





Extrovert

By Everett A Warren

Skyward
Eyes upon the heavens
For the flash of life
Beyond may lie a universe
And there may your hopes reside
Pray for the grinding of thermal emissions
A light far off glimpsed between the cloudbanks
Whereby it may be claimed that Others arc along the sky
So conquered
Flight lies in the past forgotten
More is sought
Heights unfathomed
Man has broken ground and soars on tenuous wings
How weak they become
Under the light of the sun
Cries forever drift into the night
Seeking higher sights
A reason and a method must bend the world to a will
How far past the truth
Mankind's Wise do range
Humanocentric thought
Answers so limited render nothing
Grave moments of silence fall as though a dream must fail
Projecting outward
The truth lies hidden
The inner strength is lost
Unacknowledged frontiers
Where strange thoughts play in the fabric of all life



Copyright © 1992 Everett A Warren



Although I'm sure you realize our little Martian puppy dog up there is not, in fact, from the planet Mars, you may be curious, and wondering exactly what he really is. He is a Sphinx eremitus, a hermit sphinx moth caterpillar. But with that wagging tail, I'm sure he looks exactly like puppy dogs on Mars look. I mean, after all, he is green...

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Originally posted by [profile] greenmanenvy_fd at The Grave of Dead Tanis / dreams in the mist

The Grave of Dead Tanis

The Grave of Dead Tanis, 2006





dreams in the mist

By Everett A Warren

ghost world
mists walk with me
hung in suspension
bathing with their breath
stained glass skies
framed by branching contortions
forest floor limned
moss, leaf, and fallen limb
crystals of ice encrusted
dreams flitter away
through minds of pre-dawn sleepers
seeking release, freedom of a thawing sky
sun melts away
the tendrils
Earth-bound no longer
and they know this
as they know deeper, darker truths
but in this drifting gray the sun has faded
cackling with madness, ripe with desire
dreams wander, untethered to a soul
yet held fast to the waking world
and there I walk, in their midst
calling to wayward thoughts
offering shelter for lonely dreams
until night cloaks the world
or dawn, delayed, arrives



Copyright © 2004 Everett A Warren



This poem can be found in the collection Poetry from the Porch Period,
available via the publisher or from Amazon.com
or on order from your local bookstore!

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Originally posted by [profile] greenmanenvy_fd at Waverly Oaks Sycamore / Of Seasons

Waverly Oaks Sycamore

Waverly Oaks Sycamore 2005





Of Seasons

By Everett A Warren

Winds forever blowing
A fade to a chill
Leaves upon the ground
A silent blanket upon the world
Speaking of seasons

Trees lay bared
Souls lie open to ponder
Restless they shake their limbs
For grey they will remain in despair
Whispering of seasons

Rains may echo
Falling slower
Damp beads shine and glimmer
In diffusion the light of full moon
Measuring of seasons

Restless sighing
In caverns of Heart
Forging new worlds to wander
Yet lost in the memories long past
Dreaming of seasons



Copyright © 1992 Everett A Warren



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Originally posted by [profile] greenmanenvy_fd at With Long Boney Fingers... / The Spell of Jack O' Lantern

With Long Boney Fingers...

With Long Boney Fingers... 2008





The Spell of Jack O' Lantern

By Everett A Warren

With the chill of the night air
comes the fear that he shall return;
Dried corn stalks without the gleaming bones
line the paths he walks,
grinning ear to ear,
as in his heart evil wyrms churn.

Come the harvest moon and the flurry of falling leaves
comes the fear that he shall reap what we have sown;
Cried our tears and left them out to dry
up to the windowsill he stalks,
plucking them up like roasted seeds
upon which he feeds – if they please him, he shall leave us alone.

As the midnight bell tolls
over the fields he rides;
Firelight like autumn leaves flickering in his eyes,
the only warmth he'll ever show,
dancing in the darkness and blood,
as his world and ours collides.

With a creak of a door in the dark of night
comes the fear that has become real;
Soft footfalls upon the stairs,
like whispers of the ravens wing,
silencing the blood in a poor soul's veins,
quiet, now, the night, as the final bells peal.

So heed this warning, for in the waning months
comes the fear that each year he returns;
Bitter winds and silent cries
are all that he leaves behind,
fallen leaves and fallen lives
fuel the fires that, in our dreams, he burns.



Copyright © 2004 Everett A Warren



This poem can be found in the collection Poetry from the Porch Period,
available via the publisher or from Amazon.com
or on order from your local bookstore!

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Originally posted by [profile] greenmanenvy_fd at Graceful / seasons wane

Graceful

Graceful, 2008





seasons wane

By Everett A Warren

words drift downward
like leaves
dancing with gravity
somewhere between laughter and tears

whispers cling tenaciously
like mists
obscuring tomorrows
somewhere between hope and despair

offerings
of light and love
filter through the trees
sunbeams that flicker and fade
elusively retreating with each step

what does darkness bring as seasons wane
like dreams
upon the waking
somewhere between sunshine and falling rain



Copyright © 2004 Everett A Warren



This poem can be found in the collection Poetry from the Porch Period,
available via the publisher or from Amazon.com
or on order from your local bookstore!

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Originally posted by [profile] greenmanenvy_fd at The Wind Can Not Win / The Wind Remembers from Whence it Came

The Wind Can Not Win

The Wind Can Not Win, 2008





The Wind Remembers from Whence it Came

By Everett A Warren

The wind comes through the trees
and sighs softly in an aside as it stirs fallen leaves
who no more it's way obscure;
bare tree bones tremble and shake and bow their leafless crowns
but not so low as they had of old, for, although they no longer catch the wind up
in green grasp, the wind finds it no easy task to pull boughs down.
The wind, if it were of lesser kind, perhaps would feel thwarted,
but the wind is the breath of the clouds who are the mists of mighty waterfalls,
and the wind remembers from whence it came;
from sunlight descended and leaves assembled,
through heartwood descended and through the roots transcended,
until once more leaves release it, cleansed, to the sky ascended.
The fallen leaves rustle, brought low by the wind, to shelter
and blanket the Earth before the snows;
for the wind remembers from whence it came.



Copyright © 2004 Everett A Warren



This poem can be found in the collection Poetry from the Porch Period,
available via the publisher or from Amazon.com
or on order from your local bookstore!

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Originally posted by [profile] greenmanenvy_fd at Silver / To sing like a drop of rain...

Silver

Silver, 2008





To sing like a drop of rain...

By Mina Ellyse Warren

I am silent,
still, and listening.
The words I seek echo
just beyond my reach.
They crawl through fallen leaves,
dance in the falling rain,
they leave me wanting for more.

As the chill in the air
seeps into my bones,
the warmth I feel inside
calls fondly to a long-forgotten friend.
As timeless whispers
cascade from leaf to limb,
I long to run with them again.

To sing like a drop of rain
on Autumnal leaves -
cold clear waters drumming
on fiery hearts that wander free.
Rising in the mists
to chase the dreams
that are true but shall never be.



Copyright © 2004 Mina Ellyse Warren



This poem can be found in the collection Poetry from the Porch Period,
available via the publisher or from Amazon.com
or on order from your local bookstore!

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Did you know...

... that there's a feed on DreamWidth for GreenManEnvy?

... that there's also one on LiveJournal?

The one on DW looks purtier in the whole (at the above links), but they look pretty much the same when you view them on your reading page/friends page.

Also, the one thing LJ seems to do better than DW is handle the share. I've been trickling down posts from DW -> LJ -> FB, but DW's share feature just opens up a dialog to email the post to someone, while LJ's allows me to share to my blog, making it look pretty much like I want it to, with very little effort. Unfortunately, DW's feed got updated right away, while LJ's takes a while. Might just have been the timing of the post, and they both might only update every 12 or 24 hours or something. To avoid duplication of posts on FB (i.e. I post it, then DW -> LJ -> FB cascades down), I'm going to just do the share on LJ -> FB of the poems.

Also also, if you have mythic/natural type content you'd like to promote or share, let me know; I want GreenManEnvy to host the works of others, to the point that I'd love to have a post of my content be a rare event. I'm not opposed to hosting interviews or reviews of music, books, or art that hits on the focus of GreenManEnvy, and excerpts or entire (short) works (such as poems) would also be very welcome.
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Two poem / photo combinations on GreenManEnvy...

The first is Broken / the mountain is crying and the second is The Desolation of Smog / a misguided landscape.

Both poems were inspired by the landscape around the Lehigh Gap, and the results of years of zinc smelting that turned that region into what DCNR bigwigs called "a moonscape". The area is a superfund site, the only one in the country that was repurposed for recreation. Green Man Enviroscaping had a role in rehabilitating and maintaining that landscape for a time, and I am extremely proud of my part in that and in the work by the Lehigh Gap Nature Center.

I just need to get back up there and visit once in a while!

Glow / fey

Sep. 12th, 2013 06:51 am
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A new poem and photo (well, from February and June, respectively!) are posted over at GreenManEnvy!

A photo from my hike with the kids to Chiques Rock, called "Glow", is used to illustrate the poem fey ~ sometimes, when you try to catch a faerie, you might get a little caught up yourself...
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They're not so new, but I was thinking they were fitting, and I couldn't decide which to go with... so I just went with both!

etude in Dm for earth, water, & gravity has been paired with my photo "It's Over My Head", and shrine is matched with my photo "Tip".

You can check them both out over on GreenManEnvy.com.

~ ~ ~

Also, as an additional reminder to artists of all variety (words, music, visual, or what have you) ~ GreenManEnvy.com is accepting submissions of short works, particularly with some angle relating to nature and the environment. I'd still like to grow the site into much more of a community, where it's not just my material being posted. There's no money in it, so it's not a market for anything save a little promotion (hopefully to grow into a lot of promotion!) Have a new book or album to promote? Use the form on the website, or get a hold of me some other way, and we'll see about posting your stuff! =)
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It's been a while since I've posted anything here, and it's been an even longer while since I've written any poetry.

Boom. Wrote a poem this morning, and here's a post linking to its appearance on Green Man Envy! You can find it there, at the link here:

And the earth opened up... / home
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After much delay, and I don't know how much anticipation (nobody told me they missed it! sniff!), the 2012 Warren Family Kissmas Card Type Thing is available! Get yours now! We're out of ink, and can't afford to mail 'em anywho! =)

(To be fair, the kids did there poems in time, it's mine that was a bit later than last minute!)
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My first collection of poetry is available on Amazon.com (which means it should be able to be ordered through your local bookstore!) Go and check out Poetry from the Porch Period, buy early, buy often, like it, read it, and review it!

All the poems in this collection are nature-based, things I've observed from the porch of my former residence, in the woods of northeast PA. Weather, plants and trees, birds, insects, processions of elves, children, and other sorts of wild critters are featured on these pages.
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Wow. Completely remiss, I think.

I do believe I've forgotten to announce Poetry from the Porch Period here.

At the moment, the only place you can get it is online at the publisher, Lulu. As soon as possible, I will get the distribution in order, and at that time you'll be able to get it from any bookseller, including Amazon.com.
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That's right, I'm using the Green Man icon again!

I'm back, and better than ever and...

Anywho.

Green Man Enviroscaping LLC is still shut down, but the web domain that bore it's (abbreviated) name, greenmanenvy.com, and the associated blog on Blogger and page on Facebook have now been repurposed as "Green Man Envy: Natural News and Mythical Meanderings".

I've got a few posts on the blog (which really drives the site and the page at this time, if not in perpetuity) that reflect the new direction. The old company related content is going to remain there ~ some of it, like the articles and PSAs, are going to continue being featured. The site will mix that sort of home landscape and nature articles with some fiction, poetry, and art.

Although it might take me awhile to get it up and running, I'd like to offer content from others on the site... maybe someday to even make it a viable market (i.e. where writers get paid). But right now, it's just a blog...

Anywho, an RSS feed is available for those so inclined (that's how the content gets from the blog to the site), and I'd like to encourage everyone (on Facebook) to like the page, and those who use Blogger to follow it there, and so on and so forth.

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