forget not king warning demonic
danger incremental gradual liberal
nor genocide joey precedent
nor dispensation donny cleansing
oligarchy authority false choice
g ford greater more effective evil
empire merrikka people subjects
rejects will well being ignore
dream fruition arriving never more
guard commons free speech farmed
private sector extract boiled ready frog
politic elect thesbian culture war
tonies grammies oscars divide conquer
chopping chomsky consent manufacture
wealth income earth labor rare birth
despair lament pay rent higher
proper response race both blatant
subtle kinder gentler totalitarian
all planet people planted excluded
possible power economic politic
remote hemmed chemical psycho
social escape routes addict dead ends
abundant narrate nook craney cross
every color four bid three finger all pro
nouns nun since seeing poking stabbing
lids bins laden all gore beat rhyme
tapdancing tintinabulation embedded
robot tune ruin seesaw sooth soul life
sleep endless bow dark nestle loud
selah
For replacement election maps
Texas jumps when Don’s finger snaps
If he keeps control
Trump’s gold toilet bowl
Is where we'll all swim when he craps
Rear the Axe
Drop the Blade
Chop the Tree
Clear the Glade
Dry the Tears
Hide the Blade
Stab the Sky
Fry the Shade
Mute the Sun
Burn the Sand
Spurn the Moon
Shoot the Band
Scrape the Grass
Oil the Sand
Soil the Seas
Rape the Land
The Origin - Oloibiri
We all poise
ushering in
our plots, stage and play
ushering in the birth of a phase
Where all
have become fazed
A place of fame
now erased
a lurking abode
marrying a mirage into reality
smeared with a tainted face
faux words
and dangling puppets
rotating with the stale wind
Earth, a planet under siege,
Longing to be freed.
She was once free as the wind.
That is, until in came sin.
Earth is not realing and deteriating
Merely because of man's abuse.
And she's not crying from overuse;
But rather, she longs to be redeemed;
To be restored, revived and renewed.
Indeed, her time for such is overdue.
Environmental reveiws will not restore.
Decellerating commerce will not cleanse
The earth of its polution and toxins
Any more that the blowing winds.
Earth patiently waits to be made new.
But the restoration must first come
From its many waywardly inhabitants.
Like mortals, earth longs for change.
Until then, we wait with prayer, patience,
And live our best with love and purity.
Reusable coffee cup with a metal straw
My small pathetic efforts
Are covered by filth
As fumes of rich suited bastards
cover our longings in excrement
Snatch the medicaid from your dying Grandmother's mangled hand
To fill another yacht
With fake breasts and Botox filled martini glasses
The masses are happy it's July 4th
But I can only hope for change
As Our rights are taken away
Our only crime was being born
Without a silver spoon to pave the way
The world is bleeding, from the inside out,
with a punctured heart ready to burst.
Call Universal O- blood donors.
They may be able to save the most first.
A rain of tears cleanses streets from the red-
stained, dripping sheet-shrouds oozing children's blood.
While flesh is shredded from human bone by-
natural forces of wind, earth, and flood.
The world lies, wounded, bleeding in our E.R.
being diligently worked on for life.
Are we the Universal O- blood donors?
Or murderers armed with a deadly knife?
Father, we pray your kind Mercy draws nigh.
As many each day will bleed out and die.
Type O Negative O negative is the most common blood type used for transfusions when the blood type is unknown. This is why it is used most often in cases of trauma, emergency, surgery and any situation where blood type is unknown.
Our climate is warming
The speed is alarming
Could this be a warning
Our greenhouse gases rise
Polluting worldwide skies
Now comes a surprise
The planet is heating
From our carbon burning
And we’re still not learning
We aim for personal gain
And simply show no shame
As we play selfish game
But now we get the flack
Nature’s on the attack
The pendulum swings back
We’d enough for our need
But then we turned to greed
And made our planet bleed
We didn’t care tuppence
Ignoring common sense
Now we face consequence
Our climate is warming
The speed is alarming
Could this be a warning
We Don’t Deserve
I read the stories
see blood in the margins,
names etched in shame.
Man’s hand, steady with the knife,
shaking only when called to kindness.
History isn't history.
It's breath on the mirror.
It fogs up, then clears,
only to show us
the same haunted face.
We burn what we didn’t build.
Crush lives under flags
we barely understand.
Skin becomes a reason.
Love becomes a crime.
And faith,
once meant to lift,
becomes the rope and the fire.
Tell me
how did difference become danger?
How did colour, creed,
or simply being
become enough
to justify a bullet,
a cage,
a silence?
There are godless things
done in God's name.
Things that make the ground
want to close its mouth
and never speak of us again.
We are a blot,
a bruise on this planet,
spreading still.
The trees ask nothing.
The rivers give everything.
The sky forgives daily.
But we
we do not deserve
a single leaf,
a drop of rain,
a shaft of sun.
We are a cruelty
that dressed itself in kingship
and called it civilization.
Sea trash begone, as youth shall surge
with their passion and devotion
Debris where land and water merge
Sea trash begone!
Breakthrough solutions in motion
ending plastic pollution purge
Serene is a blue-green ocean
Unafraid to swim and submerge
inheritors, high echelon
Fallen baton cease and emerge
Sea trash begone!
Planet in flux…it sucks
No refuge..Scrooge rules..
Stooges subterfuge deluge..
Fossil fuel fools..
Poleaxes..then relaxes…
As the earth burns..
As it turns..on its axis..
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Us schmucks battling....
Puzzling...prattling clucks...
Aloof to proof....daft defiance..
Shucks the sleuth of science..
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Glower at their ivory tower..
Cruise ship trip fillip..
Dour baby boomer power..
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Absurd herd..cans compliance
Uncouth trampling truth..
Nip & tucks alliance..
Mottled rucks…throttled petro bucks...
Plucks for retro reliance..
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Muzzling…weasel hatchets meddling...
Diesel guzzling trucks..
Saluting high falutin polluting
Pander to propaganda pedaling..
Ratchets up our dander…
Open the ruddy window!
Have a bloody gander!
River makes its final clunk
Between
Hills
Rolling boulders like turtle shells
Empty of their mouths and hearts
River bent
Flailing legs and neck
No longer reflects
The sun and moon
From water’s absence down its back.
Turns her terrible brittle head
From me
Teeth gnashing on the spools of willow
To her memory
When mud was forest
Footsteps
Croaking with frogs and dazzled with dragonflies
Ringed in a halo of cold fog.
We are dying
Together
Not angels nor even demons
But conquering visitors from a desert
Who brought nothing but the leech of desert
With us
Covering the entire Earth with insatiable thirst
And hunger
Kings and Queens for a day
Destroyers
Of those ceremony drums
Of gods and plants animals and language
When we lived as One
Gift
Strummed through the harp of gratitude.
Now, I seek a forgiving signal
From perhaps a divine wave
Coming from the dying Mother
This way
You poor skinless fool
The fire shall burn behind you
The entire Earth and its people
Which is all the things that flutter
Crawl walk and sing
"An empty bowl
With a spoon beside you."
12 when I wrote this, from the perspective of a mushroom.
My gills grasping at air, but the grass is not too far;
My scales glimmering stupidly to shine through watered tar.
And in the gaseous tarmac world, I shine here far too bright,
And oh, the air, too stale if for my gills to get it right.
I long to build a house and make a living off of sticks,
Press flowers to make bookmarks. Feather ink dips.
And for one day, to hear ... a knocking or a rattle
Of rats and pigeons at my door. To me, should they grapple
I wished to fly away with birds, claws ripping flesh and all
To find my new roots in the sky: frail, delicate, tall.
I wished to burrow in the ground when I must collapse.
I wish to hide me from the world. I wish for a relapse.
A tingle down my stem, my gills no longer pulchrify
My dirtied shine, my residue: I tell you, "eye for eye."
This vivid tarmac world around me, perfectly reflecting
How little you appreciated when we were worth defending.
Ponder the old pestles and mortars
used at times in apothecaries,
older drug emporium quarters.
Some of the porous surface was shared
by grinding both mortar and pestle
ending up in medicines prepared.
Do today's microplastics alarm you?
Minute particles endanger us all;
microwavable repercussions? Whew!
Doomsday’s dismal dawn, in the deep distance,
Is our dusk, the diadem of decadence;
Daunting and depthless, a dark and doleful dirge
Deems this dungeon of demons due for death
Specific Types of Pollution Poems
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Poems Related to Pollution
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