Curse this careless combustion of carbon,
a mindless muck-up of mankind's making.
Fuels from fossil oil are the prime problem.
Burning and much pollution producing
with lots of 'see o two' and 'aitch two o'.
We know about the burden of carbon
but where does all the water vapour go?
Just up into the air and then it's gone.
It adds to clouds where then it will condense
and give us torrential rain once again.
How much does this add to sea level rise?
Ignoring the fact is simply insane.
But let us pretend there is no problem
and pass on the mess to our grandchildren.
Copyright © Tony Hargreaves | Year Posted 2016
Nature's gone insane;
Cannibal cadavers creep.
Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014
Stretching supine and
spreading substance for
soft supple smoother
for mesmerizing mien.
A pink paint of lotion
potion to prettify even
parched pale skin
Copyright © S.zaynab Kamoonpuri | Year Posted 2013
If I'm to be the neck
you fit inside a noose,
then spin me up a soul.
When you can define it -
and find it -
you let me know.
Until then, Mother-Father
fix your own malfunctions.
is your slaughterhouse.
I just work here.
Copyright © Bryant OHara | Year Posted 2015
Lover of loose lyrics lifted from the larynx
One woman’s word choked wind pipes & pharynx,
laying faintly on follicles physician forceps,
Her Poem performed a coronary cardioscopy leaving the cantankerous one on the doorsteps,
Fascinating how phrases fastidiously ferment,
Fortifying filaments that were once in torment,
Saved a bleeding soul, lifeline and a harness,
Love gone, before was dead and you played Asclepius,
Lay you down like a gentleman should-that is a promise.
Awaken a new pumping pulse never again i shall lament
Digest potions after potions of your love until it abuse my heart sexual harassment
Copyright © Howard Abegesah | Year Posted 2016
Personal Space Cannot Exist
There are chances or collisions
One never plans, never truly possesses
Alone, but with quarks and protons …
What matters then our private spaces?
Private alone the mind of the Space Magician
Whence comes the contours of our destinies
Whereby Little Space and Mighty Space breathe as one
Yet One is without clay ears and clay eyes
Touch, trespass, touchiness, trial;
Vanity, variety, vortex of violence
Mimicking proton and anti-proton in some vain vial
Our cell-sites and web-sites exaggerating difference
The message of space is as personal as that of Time
Educated, satiated, rich or otherwise – your atom is but mine
Copyright © Anil Deo | Year Posted 2017
Twenty-seven nightmares rolling
through the caverns of my mind,
dark and gruesome creatures crawling,
aged faces deeply lined.
When the waxing moon has settled,
sunk into the southern swamp,
thirteen demons manifesting,
I can hear their black hooves stomp.
Howling hounds of Hell are mating,
devil dogs inflicting pain,
sixteen banshees spinning, swirling,
blood is falling like the rain.
Broken brethren banned from Heaven,
six and six and six are they,
slyly shifting shapes to fool me,
begging me to come and play.
Heed the wizard's words of warning,
look not into the evil eye,
when the bell tolls one times three now,
ask questions not, nor wonder why.
Watch the ill wind toss the treetops,
lashing limbs with lethal rage,
feel the cold rain sharp as needles,
pine cones nature's hand grenades.
Cherry-red eyed Chupacabra,
hissing hot breath on my nape,
phantom footfalls far behind me,
nineteen omens taking shape.
Twenty-seven nightmares rolling,
you wonder why I work at night?
Sleep for some is much more mellow
when the room is filled with light.
Copyright © Danielle White | Year Posted 2008
Digging for dinosaurs
Giving God more glory.
And adding dimension
To the magnitude of His
Made preparing for man.
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010
if you know how to use
the words you
name by name
word by word
is the key sometimes
no mater how hard it bends....
Copyright © Eva J Tortora | Year Posted 2006