Best Landfills Poems
All alone you sit there in grip of graveyard, hosting demonic thoughts,
Listening to cries of tombstones, squalling from lovers’ somber epitaphs,
Recounting how you chased prospects, innocent souls you courted,
Celebrating your maleficence building bonfires on the burial grounds,
Where you buried them one by one, watching the dance of demons,
As your stony heart laughed aloud, mocking the dead in total disregard.
You lured them with synthetic smiles, faux glamor of loveless stance,
Never meaning a word uttered, attired in stares of spurious glance,
As you prayed on them, then discarded; in landfills of broken-hearts.
Relationships initiated in springs of life, often parched in summer heat,
As passionless encounters burned in flame of hideous promiscuity;
Got washed away by the feisty storms churning scurrilous intensity,
Propelling hurricanes lovelorn, flooding realms of lovesome prairies,
When aspirations of your lust subordinated inspirations of pure love.
Old and fragile, you ruminate now, in frigid winters of your miserable life,
Speechless, motionless, fearful of your pitiful world swiftly passing by,
Haunting your eyes, as paranormal spirits, the silhouettes of the dead,
Mock your decrepit existence, shouting insanities at your grimacing face.
Remorseful beneath moon and stars, you inscribe your own epitaph:
She was a gloom of stygian clouds, shrouding arc of love on sunlit dawns,
She was a dubious counterfeit act; she was a vile curse on romance,
A cooing dove of morn she was not; a phantom of love she sure was.
Categories:
landfills, death, lust, sorrow,
Form:
Verse
So much contamination
needs a close examination.
take a breath of radiation
or a toxic medication
select a name with aspartame
clean your car of acid rain
eat the food with preservatives
and other long letter additives
from the air-borne pathogens
to the many carcinogens
wipe off this and sanitize that
Pacific Ocean Garbage Patch
landfills loaded with human waste
trash mountains growing at rapid pace
fish lying dead from climate change
icebergs and coastlines rearranged
and now in our existence
is the practice of social distance
Contamination of all kinds
even pollution of our minds.
3/31/17
'STRAND no 700
Brian Strand, Sponsor
Categories:
landfills, environment, pollution, society,
Form:
Couplet
Beware the Fireworks of Joy
It’s 9:30am
It’s Saturday
The winds of time have changed
Smoke is obscuring the future
Of a nation of dreamers.
Nightfall is lost.
In a darkness of righteous rhetoric
Toothless dragons spewing flameless fire
Exhale the remains of previous failures
In noxious nuances of hope’s lunacy.
Daybreak is muted in the gray pall
Of hatred’s hangover
Coating the pond in anger’s angst
Banning the flight of migratory species
Coating the lily pads in distant dust.
Time is meaningless to those
Who speak of “when”
For past and present are
And are not. And yet
They must be joined
By the now, in the now,
Or they will be condemned
To a never changing present.
Science has proved
And disproved itself
Erred in its “infallible” wisdom
Swept the detritus of its denial
Into the graveyards and landfills
While claiming innocence and immunity.
Beware the fireworks of joy
For they may ignite
The spark of a rebellion.
John G. Lawless
©5/1/2021
Categories:
landfills, metaphor, political, weather, wind,
Form:
Free verse
Courting days are long over now
men, well, what does define a man?
Certainly, it is not merely physical?
yet one would expect manliness to
involve some sort of strength?
Does a man let a woman cry?
Does a man make a woman cry?
Honey DO this! Honey move-do that!
The theater is mostly empty now,
no sedans emptying bushel loads of kids,
no popcorn flying through Saturday afternoon’s air.
The kids are reigned in plopped in front of laptops,
too elastically rubber-kneed to walk more than
from the bed to the chair.
I mean the lounge chair, where
they slouch in perpetuity.
A decade or two of days to reframe
two generations of total couch potatoes.
They sit glued to their IPhone, IPods, Kindle’s
not writing, not composing but gaming.
It’s enough to make a mother cry, daily.
Fathers rush down packed highways,
single sardines in smaller and smaller cans,
toward their own desktop comps.
Carpal tunnel runs rampant over the populous.
Emptying box, after box of environmentally correct
reused paper tissues and green nappies into landfills,
online they bet on the daily double.
Categories:
landfills, change,
Form:
Free verse
Caterwauling winds
Force the once settled landfills far
Soil erosion starts
Settling so far out of bounds
To then dwindle down some again!
….didee © TANKA
Earth imploding ‘noted’
creation, environment, moon, morning, nature, night, science,
Three Strung Tanka Poems
Fished from science scales to date
Attention everyone
Demise for man’s brutal act
Will make a big blast!
didee© TANKA
Seasons change forever
No man needs worry today
Moonshine calls the tides
Morning brings up the sunrise
And evening spreads sunsets
….didee©TANKA
Moon segments abide tidal waves
Seasons brings changed weather casts
Sun dries all the wet again
And clouds bring on the rainfall
Earth recycles do you?
….didee©TANKA
Categories:
landfills, creation, environment, moon, morning,
Form:
Tanka
I commute down the highway quite early each morn:
South toward the seashore, days work to be done.
Half way to the ocean, traveling north through the sky;
A large flock of sea gulls, passes me by.
They too have their work load cut out for the day:
At the nearest large land-fill, on their ravenous way.
Traveling ever far inland away from the sea:
They will spend the day scouring town dumps for debris.
The hours pass slowly: comes the end of my day,
I drive the same highway to a home far away.
I see in the distance flying back to the shore;
The same flock of seagulls, but hungry no more.
I can never help smile when I meet them again,
These feathered shoplifters, heading where I have been.
Life's very well ordered for these ‘foul’ of the sea,
Who each day earn a living, stealing smelly debris.
Dusk finds them at shore line with short, squawk filled flights,
They will then disappear to where gulls go at night.
And with a new morning; I will greet them once more:
On their way to those landfills, from their home at the shore.
Categories:
landfills, beach, bird, funny, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Inhale the earth
the world’s a dessert -
just give a burp
Tip: Use seran wrap only for food. Don’t use it as clothing ;P
Real tip: Use ceramic dishes instead of paper plates for meals to decrease landfills and pollution.
Categories:
landfills, funny, nature,
Form:
Senryu
birth, creation, dark, death, earth, history, metaphor
OUTSIDE-IN---INSIDE OUT! © TANKA
Very green flushed carpets
Sky blue azure topped ceilings
Tree branched sofa chairs
Mirror sea rippling four walls
Windows and doors shut!
REBIRTH! © TANKA
Infant birthing new
Into mankind-likened modes
Start fresh from homed sights
Cultured to suckle blind
On natures ‘tested’ recollected notes
Left ‘one on one’ in thought sense!
Earth’s Time Shares © TANKA
Earth imploding ‘noted’
Fished from science scales to date
Attention everyone
Demise for man’s brutal act
Shrinks to pin-head size!
MARKED SPACES! © TANKA
Caterwauling winds
Float the once settled landfills
Forming 'blocks' of sand
Balanced on set place-mats
Dwindle down to nothings.
A LITTLE SALT PLEASE! © TANKA
Salt beds remain ‘still’
Air-dried salt mines reap
Sea tides, air-dried onto land
Leave the needed salt shares
Flavour 'salted' dressings over time
Enhance life’s food plate!
FORMIDABLE THOUGHT! © TANKA
Too many thoughts stockpile
Hanging words staged 'left'
Rehashed until spent
Sending 'mood-eating’ topics
To announce ‘inner’ moon ‘tides’!
work
SHARED AIMS! © TANKA
Unity bids man
Into work managed mindsets
Oiling the forces ‘toil’
Producing metal and brawn
Empires bleed open!
SET STRIDES © TANKA
Brain building 'strides' learnt
Leg and body builds in time
All in a heady breath count
Balanced events mate
Affecting lifespan!
Categories:
landfills, birth, creation, dark, death,
Form:
Tanka
Twisted trail of opportunities
to grow, progress, change,
to gain lifes' meaning.
Adversity builds character,
a character once proclaimed
after learning all their pain
was past, as grist for a mill.
Past?
Past to ... bread?
When life hands you lemons
and you make lemonade,
do the nickels mean more than those
thrown in the hat of the corner beggar?
Better to give than receive is said
as lifes' curtain comes crashing
upon the dead and our collective ... why?
as an eye to write it all
pretends to the realm of poetess
feeding a need that will surely furnish
the landfills of today
or the cyberspace of tomorrow
and tomorrows' tomorrow.
Only a distant bird
passing by drifting clouds
holds a promise of meaning
in this madness.
Categories:
landfills, life
Form:
Free verse
Heat my heart I hear a hero
this soul soothed, stilled, and silenced
golden, growth, gave me a guru
within, wild, waiting to whisper
I inclined, initiate impossible
imagine infinite isn't so infamous
IMHO SMH serves no justice
TKO LOL no need omega
delighted to deliver dharmic direction
self-appointed steward of selfless
practiced not perfect, positive portions
critical for compassionate connections
we, world, will win, with unity
culture continues to counter crosses
mediated meeting my middles merciful
If you think you know then answers pass by
not one mind built this vision
landmine lands filled with landfills
minus minding multiple menaces
covet care cause its a rare case
corporate ladder, or conscious staircase
choices chastised, for coursing courageous
caring contagious, counting on cowards
evils aired aren't left faceless
sights for sure are sore from wayside
be the change to see a day is seized
stay cold-hearted and this place will freeze
Categories:
landfills, introspection, metaphor, philosophy, spiritual,
Form:
Alliteration
Recycle
Everything
Cans
Yams
Crates
Letters
Everything
Because every time you recycle
Life starts another cycle
The flowers will spring up
The landfills will disappear
And Earth can remain beautiful
Categories:
landfills, beautiful, earth, earth day,
Form:
SOYLENT FUTURE
Always left to pick up your pieces
HAIR AS FIRE
Words fly like lead
Stares sharper than switchblades
And when did you end up dead?
Where did I lose you? When did I become a liar?
Laying in screaming
Grass blades
Blood drains but oxygen increases
And the opposite of death happens instead
A birth, a creation to bemire
My shattered remains is spread into thousands of pieces
Over hundreds of miles - then eaten.
A live grenade – an exposed wire
Preach your doom, spread your dread
Soylent rot once disposed
Landfills, cementary piles
Now ignorantly fed.
Soylent Green
Prophetically showed
Humanity is leading to cannibalism
Fooled to feast on our own.
End.
Dec. 29th 2014
Categories:
landfills, america, food, society,
Form:
Carpe Diem
-Toxic Nights-
Governmental wars are waged,
and few are truly known,
While the C.I.A. fights Terrorism,
with terrorism of its own...
The E.P.A. battle chemicals,
pervading our very homes,
and landfills ravage earth,
becoming environmental tomes...
Mans swelling might,
our "plastic oceans" blight,
has shed unnerving light
to our planets Toxic Nights...
Will the great powers that be,
ever aid and help reprieve,
this industrial polluting routine,
endorsed by their War machine?
-Anonymously youRs-
Categories:
landfills, business, environment, pollution, technology,
Form:
My Bothers and Sisters
(Street Kids)
We grow up in public landfills, train stations,
under the bridges of towns,
victims of all kinds of abuse, but we still had rights…
because of conflicts with our relatives,
we did not want to return to families.
The public is unfair towards us;
they regard us as street kids and a danger to society.
They also label us 'thieves ', 'dagga smokers ', 'glue sniffers '
and 'alcohol abusers ',
while they have no idea who we are."
We lack the basic necessities of foodstuff,
health care and a safe place to stay.
We eat unhealthy foods such as ice cream, cakes, etc.
known as vagrants, rag-pickers and glue-sniffers
and blot out the violence we faces on a daily basis.
we share the same name- street kids.
It is painful to be called 'a street kid'
when we are not responsible for our situations.
Yes, some of us ran away from home,
but others like me are orphans,
and our relatives are not prepared to live with us.
They laugh at us as we ate food from the dust bin,
we are often dirty and infested with fleas.
We are felt stigmatised,
homeless, hungry and abused,
surviving by begging, finding odd jobs,
scavenging rubbish sites, or prostitution.
We had huge suffering, we are abandoned...
going to the streets is an act of despair.
We are not only homeless or roofless,
but we are also culturally rootless.
clothe crop-dusted with dirt and orange crumbs,
as are our shorts, shoes, hair, faces.
Our hair is still damp with perspiration,
and beads of sweat streaked little paths
in the dirt on the sides of his face.
Categories:
landfills, abortion, anger, birthday, bullying,
Form:
The devil done put a new face
on an old sales technique
It's brash, it's bold
It's tricky sweet
But it tastes sour, this maggot treat
He swapped the fresh for the spoiled meat
Had to bait the trap good,
hide the kill switch under the hood
Alternative facts is the new money wood
This new source of energy lies
beneath methane colored skies
Smells kinda putrefied,
smells like somebody died
Fracked up those new found lies
Alternative facts is the new dung
polluting the skies
But you still gotta sell it to the people
as sweet-smelling pecan pies
You gotta know how to
bait the trap good,
hide the kill switch under the hood
Alternative facts is the new money wood
Turning truth into lies
requires filthy lucre ... this has always been understood
Bait and switch,
don't give 'em what they agreed to get
Spoiler alert: this truth-teller is gonna snitch
Those alternative facts being piped into your homes
is gonna make somebody filthy rich
Bait and switch,
don't give 'em what they agreed to get
Give 'em the old landfill reservation trick;
so when you enter your latrine, you better watch where you sit
Check the fine print on the sales agreement,
you'll find you bought yourself a pile of excrement
Historical footnote: The Australian government removed Aborigines, the first natives, from their ancestral lands that was rich w/natural resources such as gold, silver and oil. They placed them in Central Australia on barren ground reservations atop toxic landfills. The American government did similar treatment to Native Americans.
Categories:
landfills, betrayal, death, history, political,
Form:
Dramatic Verse