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Natures fields, plains, moors, deserts, wonders rife!
Habitats alive,
where life can survive!
Why? Civilised beings murdered all life!
For personal greed!
Used slaves to set seed!
Natures plan, the survival of the fittest.
Mans plan, to remove all not of interest.
What's changed? Nothing, I fear!
We poison oceans, deplete atmosphere!
Science always knew,
Governments poohed poo!
Now, as we've learned nought, for our lives' we fear!
We're told it's too late.
Then what is the fate
that our children's children just might have to face?
Stop pollution now, and, it might slow the pace.
What's changed? Nothing, I fear!
Back in the nineties re. health and safety,
plastics were discussed.
Virility, hushed.
A seminar did close most hastily.
I was asked to stay.
Asked how I knew, hey!
Documentary, Tomorrows World, I think?
Chemicals from plastic leeching into drink.
What's changed? Nothing, I fear!
We will stick with plastics, it's on the news.
Microplastic kills
fish, clogging their gills!
If you feel like I do, pass on your views.
On telly daily!
No longer maybe!
Plastics polluting the oceans poisons fish!.
The mainstay of many, it's their staple dish.
Pollution is killing, and, we're all remiss
What's changed? Nothing, I fear!
Clocks ticking, can't you hear?
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5/9/18
QARINAGE - Any Topic' Poetry Contest sponsored by Gregory R Barden
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It is not my intent to Laypeople offend,
When I refer to religion contrived by greedy men.
Not all, some individuals always ready,
To take time out to help the needy, unsteady.
No, the religious institution itself,
the world's richest contrived wealth,
and still its intent converting.
No cost held back including hurting.
People, those knowing true harmony,
threatened with disaster, calamity,
by Gods' more powerful, destructible.
So sorrowful, and to me inexcusable
why destructible is never mentioned.
No, don't tell me, with good intention.
Folk starving, dying, by design,
Gods' plan, come on, its time
for humanity to pursue another line,
where lives peace, and just being kind.
Religions one intent, let me remind.
Getting monetary rich, their pockets lined.
Clever folk are religious leaders,
scientifically proven, all deceivers.
Shepherds', 3 wise men, 3 kings, all a fable,
created to keep food on the table.
Oh yes still it does, each Xmas time.
Congregations scammed of their last dime.
Businesses, they get rich too,
that is what they intended, true.
Come on look around don't tut!
You ever had a service in a hut?
Probably, when the church is being renovated,
with the hard-earned money, you donated.
How many innocents have to die,
to prove all religions are a lie?
Now if you've read this far you're probably thinking,
This poet's evil or he's been drinking?
Well, you'd be wrong, in fact, I am a good Samaritan,
I'd help anyone, any form of life, in trouble if I can.
Faith, now we are talking sense!
Revered by all, nature, no pretense.
Breathes for us all, every creature,
you all know I don't have to teach yuh.
Nurture it, it nurtures us,
No prayers needed, just trust.
It fed life long before Gods' were invented,
so please don't tell me I've dissented.
Nor have I, not a tad, blasphemed!
For I only write what I have gleaned
from scientists, archaeologists, folk with PhD's,
how can we deny such folk as these?
To say a God has a plan, well yes, designed by man!
The only species who kill for pleasure, gods' plan?
To infer gods, condone such dreadful things,
To me, that idea of blasphemy rings.
Nature, yes, nature, she too has values, rules,
and not following them has made us all fools!
Whatever your religion, to whatever God you pray,
nature will survive, it's always been that way.
It, nature, might struggle while man exists,
but in nurturing life, all life, it will persist!
Important to know, remember, nature has no sentiment!
The survival of the fittest has always been its intent!
I respect all religions, their peoples full of righteousness,
It is their leaders, past instigators, present perpetrators of evilness.
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hey buddy, I have to tell you,
you stink just like rat pooh!
raw effluent smells so much better!
I wear a gas mask so I can breathe around you,
to say your dirty would be complementary,
I hear you work in a mortuary,
ain't that where all the dead heads hang out?
you, your head, you nutter!
get back to where you belong, back in de gutter!
did I use to call you bro?
a mistake, now I know!
I need fresh air gotta go!
before I do I bought you a bar of soap,
no, not to eat man, you on dope?
a word you do not know, 'wash'
now, now don't get violent put away that cosh!
go have a bath, with the soap use wire wool,
might stop you looking dull.
if you struggle, go get your brother,
no, not me, I'm no your bro,
a few lines back, I told you so.
right now I have to git,
when I get back I'll probably find that you have shrunk.
that's if you managed to shift ten years of gunk!
In case you do, I'll bring a shovel, cos ain't that wot you do best?
shovelling pooh, ten years of mess,
and the rest!
catch yuh later,
got to go going to meet your sister!
05/17/18
8 Mile Style Poetry Contest sponsored by Nick Trim
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MY WIFE
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my love, my wife; first met at work, my love.
we would meet each day, kiss, then go our way,
her on the line, me, my office above.
for ten months that way it had, it did stay!
however, topman, me, had perks, tea breaks,
daytime dates true love will find a way; true!
oft we sneak out time our own true love, mates!
my heart, it beats, waits to hear, 'i love you'
i love you, will you be my wife, for life?
let us, now two, let us become as one.
when love, much joy, goodwill, happy times, rife!
where eye's talk and smiles drift, no need to run.
forty-eight years now as one, tears? yes of joy!
for our firstborn, a redhead, yes, a boy!
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