Best Food Waste Poems
At the end of our rainbow, we're so often told,
is an awesome reserve of a pot filled with gold.
At the end of my rainbow, no treasure for me
in the form of gold coins to use up selfishly.
At the end of my rainbow, inside my own pot,
they'll be wishes come true deep within to allot.
Like a resolute peace, in each country on Earth;
no more conflicts or war...oh, just think of the mirth!
To see total mankind as a genus of one,
for inside we're the same, from one God we do come.
Find the cure for diseases...their mysteries solved;
so the curse of these monsters is truly dissolved.
Find a way to stop hunger, both here and abroad;
with new food waste reduction plans, we can applaud.
Revise government rules to be fair, not corrupt;
make new laws so that violence does not erupt.
To respect our dear Earth, follow her wisdom too;
with her laws keep in sync in whatever we do.
At the end of my rainbow, instead of bright gold,
they'll be wishes come true for mankind to behold.
January 20, 2016
Contest: Your Rhy-Me Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
If it was my last day to live,
All my earning to the poor I would give.
There's a few things I would enjoy,
And share God's love with every girl & boy.
If it was my last day on earth,
I would of hug & kiss all who I hurt.
I'll apologize for every bad thing I said,
Because I have little time, next day I'm dead.
If it was my final day to love,
I would give my girlfriend all she deserve.
Not forgetting my family of seven,
Because they'll need it while await a place in heaven.
If it was my last time to cry,
I would do it until my tear well dry.
I'll weep for the moment I hardened my heart,
And for the emotional eras that I fought.
If it was my last day to run,
I would of sprint until my energy done.
I'll jump over every standing wall,
And get up & run again each time I fall.
How would I forget my last day to eat,
Every last delicacy I would defeat.
Chips & chocolate I would devourer by the case,
Better belly burst than junk food waste.
A few more minutes I live a day to the fullest,
Beep beep I'm going into cardiac arrest.
Everyone's shouting but don't bother I'm going,
Signs of life, no longer I'm showing.
Many a things I missed on my last day,
But in a far place I look & stay.
My final day was indeed great,
Hope for heaven's gates I am not late.
competition instead of cooperation
we are growing they say
but how
are we growing fat in hatred
or are we growing slim
in love
we are growing they say
but how
are we growing big in lies
Or small in truth
yet we are growing
I just wonder how
how we are growing
are we growing up well
or are we growing up dying
to live
yet we are growing
yes we keep growing
but were are we growing to
even when we grow
how do we grow
are we growing
when there are so many
in need out their in the third world
are we growing when food waste
in some part of the world
while their are too many hungry
stomach in so many places
are we growing when
truth is dying
about to be buried
far away from our existence
are we growing when
our soul remains stagnant
no spiritual growth
cos no more common sense
yet we are growing
growing in a world of
competition instead of cooperation
Xiou Xue
‘Little Snow’ her story. ( my son's family 'home helper)
Ma wars, with earth to conjure a meal, Made in a kitchen which all pests have vacated.
Weariness blinkered, Pa contends, In a haze for contentment, in tobacco & drink.
A vision become probable, neon signs wink to her, Negative gains still seem to offer fulfilment of dreams.
Desolate in the dark room, prospects evaporate. Scenes of homely environments bridge bitter memories.
Jesus answers, She phones, They touch, Tobacco fades, Hopes rise, Christ lives.
Beijing Hutongs.
(Old alleys & narrow streets.)
Grey dust over all the piles of food waste, Snow Bikes & barrows. No flies no smell!
Wind chills’ no deterrent to sellers or window gazers. The tourist shivers alienated by culture.
Shoes happily shinned, smiles warm. The barterers laugh. Do half-hidden homes reflect the same?
Boar Man
Boar Man was the best at
his job of eating food waste.
He didn’t mind
the truly horrible taste.
Regrettably he’d lost all his friends
because every time he opened his mouth
flies and creepy-crawlies
went into their mouth.