Best Recyclable Poems

The lunchroom fart
of turbo pasta
scatters garlic teargas
laced with meaty mystery
without mercy to
flatten cubicles.

Chain-reactions
of Tupperware battles
erupt to devastate
once discerning pallets
until hobbled by stabs
of shrapnel to the...

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Why does the voiceless canary stare so bleakly?
Why do the sullen grey clouds desert a sombre sky?
As the ugly black smog blots out the valiant...

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Black Bird
Sitting on a wire
Why is your back turned towards me?
Do you wish to hide the intelligence of your eyes,
or do you wish to create...

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I stay close to home these days,
my roaming needs seeming to
expire with age, finding more
of what I need in the Silence
of packing; of course, this...

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Monomaniacal Mist

I am the finite of the infinite for the shadows bleed my presence
My habitual hunger is imminent and toxicant time is of the essence
Like...

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Take out the trash on Tuesday and remember the white bags are recyclable; 
Don’t mix the trash with the pig food, we’re saving the world;...

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I feel like 
I am all alone in this world 
with eyes
watching my every move

you might think that 
I was paranoid 
but every time I...

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Green is nature and growth
Green is moving forward 
Green is conservation
Green is when you think wild
Green is recyclable
Green is love dipped in red
Green is a...

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Where we live is universal
It is men’s  abode, they fight for it
Only to become lethal
Man now without mercy is cruel
We love the EARTH and...

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Black Bird on a Wire

Black Bird
sitting on a wire
back turned towards me
Do you wish to hide the intelligence of your eyes
I see here at this...

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They said I should act my age 
the committee of higher ups and wanna be’s
all  perfect citizens  in good  standing of the...

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I work for things deemed sensible
and avoid the junk dispensable
while seeking what's appreciable
to learn just what's achievable

while backwards reprehensible
where everything's disposable
and all that's left that's...

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Life playing hide and seek with us...
Yes and no, alas long -
Not a riddle, not for answers,
Life the spindle.

Can fortunately, maybe with grief,
Life make sense...

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There's nothing new for children.
The adults have done it all.
And now they've left for planet Mars
when all you do is crawl.

They raised you with their...

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My majority years have bolted
and this Mothers Day
Has left me to suppress thoughts,
from our past,
left curbside as rubbish;
That God never intended
to be recyclable;...

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