I, Humble Poet After Ralph Waldo Emerson I, Alonso Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

I, humble poet, learning, live,
see Nature must not Man forgive,
climate change comes home to roost.
unemployment gets a boost.
Earthquake tremors hit Japan,
from epicentre vast waves fan
tsunami strikes, all's washed away,
leaves little only yesterday
signed pride that seemed so justified,
investments taking thrift as guide.

Meager crops: Monsanto's Labs
fabricate, transgenic scabs,
both modified and sterile too,
farmers serfs, though favoured few
qet best of both worlds, large amounts
until they're called to meet accounts.
Hives deserted, human crimes
spell shorter days and harder times,
Flowering April? carbon die
oxide clouds survival's skies.
Much Midsummer madness blots
world forests, lumber, hijacked, rots.
Spots on sun’s disk re-awaken
man with cancer's overtaken,
‘twill not now avail to ban
orange cheek where rash brash would tan.
Roses bleach, cows, goats, run dry,
Haiti quakes, its people cry.
In denial, far-right fools,
bitter bigots closing schools,
are no brothers of my blood:
politicians slinging mud.

Intelligent Design? Stage? Chance
cuts societal advance,
replaced with lean and hungry look
of preachers playing by the Book
appropriated as their right
to puncture progress, freedoms bright.
The general debility,
of genius, sterility
of dearth of new ideals on Earth
that's stifled both in length and girth
by exploitation, trafficking
of women fighting macho sting.
Mighty projects countermanded,
bash ambitions contrabanded
very seldom even-handed,
as in monopolistic banded
conglomerates they deal out blame
to 'terrorists' for their own shame,
simplistic options theirs' for choosing,
ever cheating, ever rusing
for tax reductions for friends rich
where lobbies launder funds they snitch
while passing buck to blame past spending
they've no intent of really ending.

Puny man and scentless rose
find unfairly Banks foreclose,
torment Nature, double trouble
from speculation's crisis bubble,
rebuild not, ruin, pockets fill,
while vital force to waste will spill,
while Taliban blast Watergate
while world's restocked with heartless hate,
sea levels rise while outlook falls
for most. Ignoring Nature's calls
Man's greed feeds need for greater speed
in filling more foolhardy needs
while short-term interests will take
no heed at all that's now at stake
regarding efforts to obtain
a breathing space that could explain
to all and sundry options blind,
although attractive to closed mind,
must bow to Nature which, ignored,
'cries havoc! let leash war dogs, sharp clawed.
We backwards tumble, stumble, weep
at our own sins, then crumble in a heap,
bumble, crumple, seldom keep
faith with ourselves, our errors reap.

Say, Seigneurs, why's old Nile run dry?
once rich it fed earth's veins! Reply!
Mere mortals suffer fiercest heats,
ice melts, sea-level's rise defeats
the dykes protective, blight rusts wheats.
Tea-Party partisan elites
fiddle while Rome burns in Nero sum,
no heroes these zeros, but beach-bum
promising naught they can keep
while most lose housing, hope, and sleep.
undertaxing wealth's deceits,
susupicious stunting social feats,
Now, to a savage selfness grown,
think nature serves their cause alone,
defund research for longer term
investments outside ego's sperm.
Science scarcely mask its hurt,
while short term Dow primes final spurt
before decline and deep depression
stifles personal expression.
And vex the gods with question pert,

New wannabe rulers as mildew
spread rot as fungus. Favored few
make hay while sun shines, for the rest
survival narrow at the best
appears as outlook East and West
succombs to pressures that infest
both minds and harvests. Homeless roam
as wealthy add to honeycomb
that bitter after-taste prepares
for both the excluded and their heirs.
Bask Masters? I’m in pain with you;
task-masters, I’ll be plain with you,
In my palace of Castille,
I, a king, for kings can feel.

There my thoughts the matter roll,
attempting to resolve the whole,
although 'humble poet' styled,
observation's undefiled.
You'll fail, refusing sound advice,
vice preferring facile s[p]lice,
the writing's on the wall, your reign
like pride at zenith, down the drain
shall soon be found as founders founder
though grasping at straw, cause unsounder
as boundaries redrawn by China
prepare America's role minor
in future which red, white, and blue
may not see fly, but take its cue
from half-mast past, aghast, confused
to see its sinecures refused
by sino rhino charging bull
in china shop of cock and bull.