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Paul Watson – Shark Angels

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There is a continuum in the Ocean,
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There is a consistency in the sea,
Holding in trust the sacred key.

Older than mountains are the sharks
Upon this planet they have left their marks,
Patiently they have shaped evolution,
Surviving every mutated revolution.

We fear what we do not understand,
Especially those that dwell not on land,
Mysterious creature with a crushing jaw,
That makes us tremble in fear and awe.

Five hundred species of wondrous diversity
Surviving in conditions of great adversity,
So many niches they have filled,
Yet so many of them has mankind killed.

What we fear we kill in ignorance,
Justifying it with profound arrogance,
We know so little of the briny deep,
Yet from the depths we savagely reap.
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Swimming with hammerheads is sublime,
With them our movements could certainly rhyme,
Swimming with tigers over warm Bahamian sand,
Takes us to paradise and away from land.

Face your fears with desire,
Danger is the soul’s sweet searing fire,
Discover that your fears mean little,
For nature decides the answer to your deepest riddle.

Courage is its own reward
Nothing to fear from tooth or sword,
Recognizing that in the sea the shark is a lord,
Who we approach with respect, we must afford.

Humbling ourselves to look into their eyes,
We, who dwell between sea and skies.
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Sends trembles that stir our nerves to craze.

Oh sweet fear bring us knowledge,
Comprehension not found in college,
Opening up wisdom’s great alluring gate.
Showing the way to a fuller more enticing fate.

Sharks of Bronze, Grey, White, and Blue,
Some are many, others few,
Nurses and Needles, Basking with flair,
Some are nervous, others haven’t a care.

Makos and Threshers menace the fishes,
Megamouths and Whale sharks have tinier wishes
Files and Lanterns and so many more,
Sharks from the surface to the ocean floor.
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Continually moving except for the sleepers,
Caretakers and pelagic reapers,
A myriad of shapes, in colour and size
If you wish to survive then you must be sharkwise

Swimming like poetry in the Gulfstream,
Three women glide by, like in a dream,
Angels from the land seeking to understand,
Defending the sharks, taking a stand.

Bowls of fins reeking with death and decay,
Symbols of wealth some would say,
Others know that such vanities portend doom,
When our greed empties the ocean’s womb.

Seventy million sharks die for our foul greed,
Stealing from the seas the golden seed,
What we do to them we do to all,
Removing the sharks will cause us to fall.

Three angels sing their song of praise,
Portraying the sharks in ways to amaze,
In serving the sharks they benefit us all,
If only enough can hear their wise call.

Shepherds and shark savers cutting the lines,
Stopping the poachers, looking for signs,
Education, legislation, media tactics and passion,
Working to put the sharks into favourable fashion.

From Jaws to Sharkwater, attitudes change,
It is the dominant paradigm that we must rearrange,
The Angels swim to create a new myth and tale,
Building concern for the shark, like there is for the whale.

For in the Ocean there is a sacred mysterious motion,
That evokes a complexity of human emotion,
The Angels seek to construct a new scheme,
To realize for shark and humans a more positive dream.

Can it be done? No one can say,
But it must be done by the end of the day.
For if not there is no future for the shark or man,
They will disappear on the sea and we on land.

Paul Watson


Judy Radspinner – Birth



 
my first stars.
my first memories.

close by to stonehenge
cow’s cream warm
on strawberries still dewy, plucked in the dawn.

my first poem.

My parents gone off to London…

crying
to dampen the fire in my heart
the loneliness in my child soul
standing in my crib
looking out into the night
seeing stars courting the dark
feeling them blink at me and comfort me
like a heavy blanket
woven in the mills of Glasgow
one side white wool, the other side black wool.

roses in the garden, living roses
quivering under the raindrops
reflecting the rainbow
caressing the earth
blanketed by green and
all the other colors given to us…

All the colors given, all the songs
arising

here on earth, here on earth.

Our place of birth.

Judy Radspinner
May 1 1988 Earth First!


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