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Sylvia Stults

About Sylvia Stults

Hello my name is Sylvia. I presently work in the healthcare field. I love to paint with oils and often feel I wish I had the chance to study art. I love poetry of all kinds and someday hope to pick up on the different styles. I'm trying, but until I do...I'll just follow the words of my mother, who passed when I was a young girl, "Just say what's on your heart," so I do. From my poetry you'll find many different topics, topics that matter to me and reflect who I really am. The above picture was taken by me...I love wildlife and the environment and hope my poetry hits home on keeping it safe.

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Poems by Sylvia Stults

The Brink
- Published: March 12, 2020
Healing Properties Of A Clean Environment

in Environment Poems

Take a walk inside a park or
Jaunt a forgotten trail.
Close your eyes and listen.
Take a deep breath and exhale.

Take a walk inside a park or
Jaunt a forgotten trail.
Close your eyes and listen.
Take a deep breath and exhale.

For nature's call invites you.
It's peaceful and serene.
It heals the body deep within
Naturally, not by artificial means.

Aromatherapy businesses
Would all be obsolete.
Your pharmaceutical agencies
Would drop significantly.

Hospitals could concentrate on
Healing the terminally ill
Instead of fighting illnesses
Brought on by pollution's will.

Saving the environment
Is bigger than you think.
It not only affects society;
It pulls health from the brink.
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Make Me A Garden
- Published: August 2018
Living Without Prejudice

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Help me design my garden of life
Full of iris, crocus, and lily
With daffodils that shine so bright
Like the sun of the greater deities.

Help me design my garden of life
Full of iris, crocus, and lily
With daffodils that shine so bright
Like the sun of the greater deities.

Make me a path that curves around trees
Of stepping stone, wood chip, and moss
Varying in array of colors
Causing one's mind to venture in thought.

Make me a garden so rich in hue
That the sun will fight not to set,
Where merely viewing its beauty
All differences one will forget.

Make me a garden like people of the world,
All different in culture and view,
Contributing to the person I am
Without your prejudicial few.

A garden of only one color, it seems
Would be dull and so very alone.
I want my garden of life to be filled
With every color known.
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A Shadow From Before
- Published: November 2016
Plea To Learn From Our Past

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Standing on the ocean shore
Waves rushing through my toes
Images run across my mind
From the days of long ago

Standing on the ocean shore
Waves rushing through my toes
Images run across my mind
From the days of long ago

A time when ships were massive
Cutting paths from port to port
Meeting people of different origins
Happy tidings to report

Yet in each and every country
And unbeknownst to them
A plague would soon pay visit
For lack of sanitation

Garbage soon drew rodents
With fleas that carried disease
Thousands started dying
Black Death had breached the seas

Fear then consumed me
In my environment did I see
A replay conjured from the past
A beach of scattered debris

Haven't we learned our lesson
And with this I must implore
Please open up your eyes and see
It's a shadow from before
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Seagull's Cry
- Published: June 2016
Poem About Marine Life Conservation

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Waves crashing high
Against the ship's hull
The wind blows, a nouveau
Realization seeps in.

Waves crashing high
Against the ship's hull
The wind blows, a nouveau
Realization seeps in.

No longer do the seagulls cry
Above the ocean blue.
Catching sight of fish in flight
A repast no longer.

The random splash from life below
Created an exuberant sound.
All's now muted, convoluted.
Oh, memories of what once was.

My heart shifts with the wind,
Skimming the waves of our legacy,
Getting battered by the daggers,
Having always cut two ways.

Our marine life was all we had.
Was this our means to an end?
The repercussion, chain of destruction,
It's all setting in.

No longer do the seagulls cry.
No longer do they cry.
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Warned
- Published: October 2015
Poem About Environmental Preservation

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The sands of time have rendered fear
Blue skies on high no longer clear
Stars were bright whence they came
Now dimmed, obscured, pollution's haze

The sands of time have rendered fear
Blue skies on high no longer clear
Stars were bright whence they came
Now dimmed, obscured, pollution's haze

Crystal clear our waters gleamed
Fish abundant, rivers streamed
Ocean floors sandy white
Now littered, brown, pollution's plight

Trees towered high above
Trunks baring professed love
Birds chirping from sites unseen
Gone, paper joined pollution's team

One can't blame pollution alone
As they say, you reap what you've sown
So let us plant a better seed
Tear out old roots, cultivate, weed

Protect what has been given for free
Our waters, skies, wildlife and trees
For once they're gone, don't you say
Consider yourself warned of that fatal day
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4 years ago

I, who wrote this poem, wish to make a final note. After this event, I noticed I was having difficulty staying awake. I went in for a sleep study and found that I desated to 65%...quite frankly at the hospital if you reach 70's or sustained in the 80's, in oxygenation, there is a high probability you are going to be vented. Apnea-it made me think...was I breathing? How long did I stop breathing? All unanswered...

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Poems by Sylvia Stults

The Brink

Make Me A Garden

A Shadow From Before

Seagull's Cry

Warned

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