Best Carbon Footprint Poems
It gets worse day by day,
because of our neglect.
But we look other way
and vital facts reject.
For years we’ve seen warning
but always close our eyes.
As glaciers start melting,
we watch sea-levels rise.
Antarctic ice now thaws.
More water this sets free.
Into ocean it pours,
so further rise we see.
Our carbon footprint grows.
We must accept this fact.
But our reluctance shows
in that we’re slow to act.
We dare not think it true,
so seek easy option.
We don’t know what to do
so we take no action.
Our air pollution grow,
but we put off the day
when we must change our show,
for then we’ll have to pay.
I’m confused
At times bemused
By the turn society’s taking,
Sexuality so complex
Gender needing further context
All my preconceptions breaking.
Are cows good
On this we brood
Carbon footprint the new quandary,
Should we fly
Or cycling try
A simpler world I recall fondly.
Left or Right
The current fight
Politicians all grandstanding,
Little caring
Overbearing
Of our hearts and minds demanding.
To take part
Is quite an art
Every word now needing measure,
Opinions rue
So fast to sue
No surprise the past I treasure.
they say:
we are slackers and meek
but we worked over 40 hours a week
they say:
we dont embrace or know how to use technology
but this digital age was formed by our knowledge
they say:
we contributed nothing to todays society
but it was laid by our sweat and creativity
now that:
social media is todays must do lifestyle thing
the gen x founders are its leaders and kings
now that:
ebay and amazon is beyond being a dream
it was gen x'er who made it into daily reality
now that:
into every home a computer now sits
because gen x'ers embraced and used their wits
now that:
everyone uses the world wide web
not embraced by gen x it may lay in cobwebs
do they realise:
gen x has been front and canter of the EV revolution
a need to cut carbon footprint and the air pollution
do they realise:
that the steaming of media content
gen x pioneered this common advent
do they realise:
because of the gen x fraternity
texting is a thing in todays society
do they realise:
they pioneered sharing from uber to airbnb
because gen x had the foresight to see
we now live in this wonderful digital age
because gen x took us out of analogues cage
so many of todays modern trends
you can thank the x'er gens
Technicolor lights metallic noises split my neurons
Naked rocks replacing people's grass lawns
Thin glacier crumbling under polar bear's weight
You hear a voice rising from the carbon emission's cry:
"Put me under 350..."
" do I care?" Asked a human.
Like a cold chainsaw showing no emotions to the falling trees
Like a slaughter house thinking farm animals are amino acids anyways.
Carbon footprint is never calculated in all its facets
Let me tell you, man, the message is urgent!
Party all night watching my favorite football team
Ignore Co2 that overtakes the planet life
Why worry about acid clouds tinting the sky
As long as you can turn on your wifi?
Hey, Wake up guys, our earth is at stake!
Don't think that Martian life is in the planning
Still earth is where we dwelling
Oil and coal, two big monsters still on the loose
Solar, wind, geothermal, nuclear
the future is ours to choose.
Do you ever know or remember the number 350?? It's the most important number in the world !!
** The UPPER SAFETY LIMIT for CO2 is 350 atmospheric parts per million (ppm)
** Current CO2 level worldwide is close to 400 ppm and still going up!!!
** I Support univercity decisions of divestment from the fossil fuel companies, and support California water conservation.
Mittens and Madness
If it gets any “hotter”
I’m gonna freeze my ass off.!!!
Minus ten degrees,
wind chill factor minus 35 degrees,
my freakin’ carbon footprint is iced over,
I’m wearing a hat……..in the freakin’ house.
It’s all “settled” science.
Kinda like that dispute in fourth grade
was “settled”…..I had a black eye,
a bloody nose, and a torn shirt.
The eye healed, the bleeding stopped,
the shirt got mended,
but I never forgot
the heat of that moment,
the chill of the resolution.
WE…..WE….had to write
five hundred times
“I must not fight in school”.
Dammit, it was his fault.
He took my hat, my mittens,
said it wasn’t that cold out,
only sissies wore mittens.
I felt more like writing
“I must not get my ass kicked in school”.
I never wore mittens again.
If it gets any “colder”
I may have to go buy a pair of mittens
and go kick his ass.
John G. Lawless
2/14/2016
Question for candidates:
Assuming you preach what you most exegetically practice,
how has your campaign prioritized
carbon footprint reduction,
investment in ecosystemic cooperative policies and procedures,
disinvestment in Business As Usual competitive self-promotion,
in both economic
and political,
secular
and sacred,
natural body
and spiritual mind governance
strategies?
Permacultural candidate response:
We avoid compromising our present
to invest in our future;
and refuse to compromise our shared future wealth
by divesting of our present health sustaining values.
Win-Win economic planning
seeks to optimize our future
by optimizing love's seductive co-gravitating power
within our shared present;
co-redemptive mentor to co-loving mediation.
Campaign recruitment notice:
Only
Experienced
neurosystemic experiencers
experiencing trauma needed to apply here and now,
with here-now therapeutic intent.
Only
Known
enlightened knowers
knowing co-empowerment to be called
for mutually informative interviews.
Only
Danced
emotive dancers
dancing muses
to embrace permanent full-time co-redeener vocations.
Only sung
light singers
singing power
to become songs
sung by singers singing
beyond Earth's showers.
Only whole-open-systems
compassionately ecologizing economists' eco-normics
need cooperatively transact.
Only full-living capacity eco-political ecologists
eco-logosing
needed to continuously deepen revolutions
of love.
Only purposive purposers co-producing and consuming
meaningful healthy purpose
wanted by everyone wealthy everywhere
at all times
in all places
throughout all spaces
folding and unfolding and refolding time's streaming
sacred vulnerable
and transparent climax peaking places.
Measure you may the enviro-crusader’s carbon footprint
As he globe-trots piling credits on his obese carbon profile.
Never mind, in exotic locations on eco-holiday does he relax,
Ready is he to depocket valuable dollars as carbon tax.
Lavishly he spends lucres to go green,
To erect sustainable habitat.
Is it all as it’s trendy? -You must have a bad spleen.
He rides Zero Emission Vehicle,
The grateful Department of Environment laurelled him
With an Environmental Identification Number (EIN).
In the superstore, he flaxes his financial muscle to go organic,
Practises his throw-away culture by biodegradables.
On Earth Hour, he delves deep into darkness abysmal;
On top of that he observes a Personal Earth Hour on his own.
Is it all to emerge as an Environmentally Important Person (EIP)?
This Messiah of the environment,
The EIP with an EIN,
Clamour the cynics, commits ecocide by alluring a locust of media men
Millions of tons of papers he devours
Newspapers blossom with his green-practice
And buzz tv channels and glow the cyberdom with his green-image.
The green-guru thus releases more carbon to the atmosphere
Outsmarting the global per capita carbon emission.
show me a zero carbon footprint ~ and i’ll show you the shoeless slave
By
David Kavanagh
The fall is being chased by the restless earth
Longing for self-destruct
Melting peat in soil melting contest
Bind the selected space guard
Carbon in the seepage of the earth
Mother Earth sincerely caressed him to death
His life for the carbon ascetics
To remain silent until the time comes
As the faithful lava flow in silence said
Until the time is over
Though litter embraces carbon
Lovebirds carve Indonesian forest dates
Grow all the roots to pierce
Grow a glorious tree
The sled fauna rejoices eternally
Until the virtual green flora
The greed of evil has arrived
Grind humus carbon hermit
Separate trash with iron claws
Stab until the last deep contest
Scattered swarms of carbon
Scattered with burning trash
Soaring high heats space
Forced to gather in the greenhouse
Until the threshold is hard
The heat wakes up the white hermit
The frozen one dwells at the poles of Mother Earth
Like the hell torn apart by the coldness of heaven
Melting white hermit stretches across the oceans
No need for a full moon anymore for the high seas
Where else can we knit peat?
Where else is the hornbill humming?
Where else can you make friends
Where else does the tree title point
Where else do the ants follow
Mother Earth's green carpet is uprooted
Moaning longing for the faithful
Only fog answers
Silencing forest telepathy
There is no distance between shattering and melting
Barbarism overturns manners
Unlicensed emission
Neat! Archaic anarchist party
Caress that are no longer effective
Rahara with money wins the ring
Like heaven that covers the candala
Persuade to crouch
Worship the forest eater
Neat! Rain is not fresh anymore
Slicing squat bones
Acid until the roots are sour
No more customizable blankets
What's missing are empty tones
Who leaves raindrops
Quietly bid farewell to the roar of the chainsaw
Net zero emissions?
On tons of carbon footprint
Return carbon fiber to earth's peat
Persuade again longing to fall to earth
The litter that used to be drifting slowly
Perched gently on the love of the earth
Accompany the carbon ascetic who doesn't keep his promise
I'm here
Wana Gosong, 24.10.2021
Local authorities’ love recycling
It’s a green policy and its one that wins
They want to reduce the carbon footprint
Of the electorate, for their sins
But if they were truly serious
They’d stop making so many recycling bins
No matter unseasonably
blustery March like weather
prevails across my neck of the woods
(Southeastern Montgomery County, Pennsylvania)
and across the main body
of these United States of America
particularly original Thirteen Colonies
global warming alive and well
and promises to return
with a vengeance
after station identification.
Find out pertinent ice age accouterments;
gear up as soon as possible
with suitable and necessary arctic trappings
by accessing without delay
https://icetrek.com/equipment-guide.
Researchers used data on Earth's orbit
to find the historical warm
interglacial period that looks
most like the current one
and predicted that the next ice age
would usually begin within 1,500 years.
Now back to regularly scheduled program
donned and trumpeted as poetic blurb.
Incumbent onus warrants immediate action
to stem tide of global warming
or erect breakers to thwart dire crisis,
cuz figurative and literal tsunami
in the offing gathering strength.
Plethora of humans (think overpopulation)
directly linkedin to planet Earth dire strait
re: environmental catastrophe, née debacle
teeters along brink tipping point inevitably
pitching civilization headlong into oblivion
*****sapiens (minus those living off grid)
admirably self sufficient unto themselves,
perhaps ecological intentional community
while yours truly, one guilt ridden wordsmith
laments impacting minimal carbon footprint
(courtesy these thankful little feet size nine+)
nonetheless psychological torment wracks
lovely bones garden variety/generic human
specifically comprising complex edifice me
Matthew Scott Harris riven with loathsome
abomination, constipation, indignation, et al
mustered, tethered, yoked into capitalistic,
commercialistic, consumeristic ditto et alia
versus altruistic holistic, simplistic again re:
call synonymous words regarding contrast
between belching, exhausting, and polluting
(naming three adjectives describing impact
predominantly nsync with prophetic albeit,
profit oriented profligate, profane paradigm
unleashing immense global carbon emissions.
Some say love makes the world go round
I say it is oil that makes the world go round
The thing that is in everything
from plastics to fuel is how it does rule
so given this thought here is your opportunity
to have your say in a different way
Where’s your stand on the Keystone pipeline
moving dirty Alberta oil from Canada to Texas
Or fracking that shakes the earth
and plays with the water table
how about drilling in national parks
and protected wetlands or in oceans and seas
the carbon footprint that fossil fuels leave
and our slavery to BIG oil and high gas prices
but what of the flip side
the oil cartels called OPEC alongside Mr. Putin
does the blackmailing by the few
through oil dependency offset the risks
that is the question to be answered
Andreas Simic©
The most eco-friendly vehicle one could meet
Is a part of you..yes it's your own two feet...
Essentially this transportation is almost free
And quiet, as quiet as just two feet can be...
Now of upkeep you must think a bit
Healthy eating and good shoes that fit..
There are many miles on those feet of yours
Sorry, can't take you on cross country tours...
You'll see things that you won't from a car
Birds and flowers, maybe an evening star...
For around town your feet just cant be beat
Leaving no carbon footprint..isn't that neat?!
sharp sound of church bells
on a cold crystal clear night
warns heaven and hell
to try harder to do right
not give up on the good fight
strong gusts of north wind
ominous clouds now hover
no good they portend
bad time to feel hung over
makes good sense to find cover
cannot seem to breathe
chest seems filled up with cement
just able to wheeze
was this something to prevent
before starting to lament?
always in God's hands
strange conditions amplify
carbon footprint lands
should we continue the lie
while the planet starts to die?
Rather than crank up the heat...
and ratchet up global warming
like bubbling vegetable stew
with tsk... tsk... heard
courtesy Greta Thunberg,
who would utter "how dare you..."
I bundle with layers to stave off cold
energy efficiency drilled courtesy
me late mother conserving
nonrenewable resources she extolled
now ewe best heed following suggestion
wool worth 3d printing than wearing
a sheep doubled over
along dotted line to fold
cuz expending (fossil fuel)
leaving carbon footprint
would immediately being lectured
by ecology conscious eldest daughter,
(a University of Pennsylvania
biomedical engineering alumna)
who would mildly scold.
Myself and thee missus holed up
here within Highland Manor Apartments
(unit B44 in case you wanna drop me a line)
we're here moost every cold December day
sipping warm cup
of our favorite beverage
exotic coffee latte brew
suits this muttering pup
actually yours truly
a doggone ole
long haired pencil necked geezer.
He can be found moost any given warm Green Day
shuffling along boulevard of broken dreams
overhead skies colored rosy gunmetal gray
occasional huff fro zen cloud slashing solar ray
heating inside cozy nook,
though outside temperature brisk,
nevertheless for winter quite balmy
while I sit here heavily clad,
hence yours truly quite toasty within
perfect weather for wedding,
especially one hashtagged December/May.
After dusk i.e. established misnomer known as sunset
occurs 4:36 Post Meridiem heavens quickly turn jet
black today - Thursday, December 10, 2020 (EST)
whereby darkness lulls one into sleepiness, I bet
dollars to donuts impossible mission
to keep eyelids opened, particularly if sleep debt
necessary to pay the sandman,
who knows maybe you gotta get get
comfortably numb vis a vis temporarily unconscious
state, whereby dreaming of a white Christmas
analogous to eventual Elysian Fields,
where divine creator
conjuring Nirvana and/or
a place called Willoughby
if a believer, said Almighty eventually met.