Best Recycling Poems
Waters edge
gator lies
raccoon gets
big surprise!
In forest
something hides
bird on branch
with two
slit eyes...
Unsuspecting
no cry
empty branch
lump inside!
Snake digesting
waterside
hungry croc
snake inside!
Swimming salmon
seeking spawn
searing pain
bears claw!
Plants decay
feeding ground
newborn sprouts
spring abounds.
Life’s cycle
ever green
it recycles
everything.
Life’s cycle
circles ‘round
all life
feeds ground.
GRAVE RECYCLING
Installed in cargo pockets,
A vivid-glass, a little green bag,
A pod, silverplatted case,
Which Guca-hides, Pallmalls, and a bic.
You're barfoot in tombstones.
You're father, son vulture slumped,
You befor etched letters on rock.
"Him", a glutton of Karma,
Rein ended, your fourteenth year,
Now, belly-heavy, smoking his brand.
On a Drive-by, visit home.
You're showing Gene shooter,
You're an arsenic lane of skin,
You tremble-digits, in belt loops.
A trailer in time,
Secluded woods, with pine scent,
Anger stranded from earshot,
Hand-fead, his hate's red attic.
Father giant, yelling lasting filth,
Son flesh impersonal,
Dark-spotted, and tie-dyed,
From Basketball champ fists.
You retreated-rightly to martyr mirth,
You still look for his bold heading,
Still Questing for embrace.
Pulling tube and ziplock from Cargo,
Following in bone-bared footsteps,
You spark, away walking,
Keeping his Armageddon.
Seasons come and go --
How ends the fillings?
Recycled we know:
rain back to the sky,
leaves to soil,
sandy runoff, particle
debris, for oysters to make
pearly luxuries --
snow on mountains
for short spell may stay
or a billion days may lay –
a store of time
in the icy clime
of glaciers,
and the earth
changes rotation;
sun, its incidence~
cooling and warming
inclination --
oceans where land,
land replacing sea --
doubtless, somehow
we will all meet again
when life
comes round
to eternity….
Bestial History Recycling
by Odin Roark
School years found him library prone,
Glimpsing pages of barbaric times,
Centuries ago where death and executioners
Lived out their realities,
History’s training ground for ancestral inheritance.
So easy to thumb through pages,
Gaze into the pale faces described
Like their judges must have seen
If they looked.
But who sees eye to eye in such moments?
His focus rose from such pages,
Allowing forgiveness for such atrocities,
Accepting the norm of those days
To calm his senses.
Now older,
Removed from the voluminous archives of bound studies,
He sat in his favorite chair,
Held tight the newspaper,
Allowed today’s pictured headlines to sink in,
A demonic breeding he once thought was past.
As if by sacred duty
The turbaned head held steady,
His left hand with scimitar,
His right about to yank the victim’s hair,
A grip of cruelty above innocence,
Atrocity bearing down on civilized…
He glanced up at the fire needing another log,
And allowed the emptying of his sorrow,
Imagining the blood drenched sands of what he once thought
Was reserved as teachings from long ago days,
Now but festering doubt of whether civilization had advanced.
How could he think otherwise.
Then was repeatedly now,
Alive,
Hungry,
Knowing nothing of satiability,
Only the gluttonous hatred
Their twisted theosophy thrived on.
With eyes closed,
He could hear Nature’s whirling sands,
Wanting to cover this,
Bury that,
Save the mothers from it all,
From bearing yet more
Of savagery’s black over orange,
Humanity’s unanswered shame
Of glittering blades made dull,
With death’s crusted blood,
Inciting appetites to sharpen once more,
To hover over slumped heads,
Tied hands,
Bended knees,
Final breaths.
With recycled history out of control,
When would its savagery rape his shores?
redeeming
are we talking church
or the five cent of a magician
as tithe you are greedy to dare
on the double as I put my trash in hands.
collected recycled I do not need a pope
to spread the words of a meal shared with the world
as a lost soul I chose to travel the planets of dreams
and the exchange of a thank you and you welcome.
Turning tides have no worries, they roll on, obliviously.
In their wake the shifting sands bury secrets, centuries old.
Turning tides recycle sands and cleanse the womb, of Mother Earth.
Plastic in the plastic bin
Aluminum in another
Food scrapes for compost
Paper bound tight
Glass goes where the glass goes
Am I saving the world
Does it make a difference
Am I doing alright
I cleaned out our bedroom
And found a picture of you
The one with that sly smile
Just a picture of you
I know we parted
I know it was right
But why do I know
I'll stare at your picture all night
Is there a way to recycle
A broken heart
Can you salvage
Each memory broken apart
Can I put in a bin
The first time we kissed
Can I tie and bind away
Every dream every hope every wish
Maybe some other lovers
Can find the treasure we had
Maybe they can reuse our love
And make each other glad
Is there a way to recycle
Love gone bad
Such a waste, hard to replace
When happiness turns sad
Recycling recycling
That's what the world needs
Don't throw love away
Reuse it it's okay
For a love that once was strong
If dusted and cleaned
Can shine in new hearts
That's the magic of recycling.
Douglas Dempster the Dumpster King
Hates to be called Doug Dumpster
But he's to blame if that's his name
Denying it is a real stumper.
Mashes the trash, burns it to ash,
Recycles all that's allowed;
A self-made man with a garbage can
That ought to make him proud.
Dougy Dumps whines and grumps
"Nobody gives me respect!
If not for me the world would be
Garbage-bedecked! Cluttered and wrecked!
Sad and neglected, infested, infected
But thanks to me it all gets collected!"
Well thank you Doug-in-a-Dumper
For keeping our alleyways bright
Put on your very best jumper
And we'll take you out tonight.
5-16-2012 Recycling a Throw Away,Revised
Searching over a throw away,thinking lately about you,
Before I had nothing more than time to lose,
You are not gone ,though- in my heart, I'm often alone,
Remembering you down by the falls,even as a memory,you call,
Crying rhymes on the radio,getting up from a fall,
Bringing you back is more difficult than when I let you go,
Recycling Usage
Use the stones
of my grave,
to build your home;
Use the wood
of my coffin,
to heat your home up;
Use my bones
to feed your pet;
Use my memory
to define -
a loser.
The old barn
condemned;
fresh wood
for creative juices;
carved and whittled into
the most refined
picture frames,
you’ve ever
ever imagined
to don
a fine portrait...
condemned
to a new life.
over and over they tumble, colorful specters playing
the dying leaves of autumn have one last chase, before passing.
they will sleep in painted canvas ground, recycling themselves by spring.
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;
Executive bin men out on the estate, all bad recyclers awaiting their fate
Colour coded bins for recycling your waste, only pre sorted rubbish “here” can be placed
Newspaper in this bin, glass bottles in that, don't mix them together, you ignorant ****
We are the council and you can't mess with we, one look in your dustbins and what do we see
Glass mixed with newspaper and cardboard with tin, lazy recycling, the cardinal sin
Your rubbish must stay till it's sorted correct, pass this bin by, we will look in the next
All bad recyclers, trash Mafia has vowed, mash mixing your rubbish, no longer allowed
Only clean rubbish is moved from the street, this helps to keep our recycle plant neat
The days of the landfill, a thing of the past, there's a new world order and we are the cast
Only clean rubbish is the name of the game and rubbish in each bin must all be the same
Don't mix newspaper with metal or tin, when it goes through our pulp rollers, it makes a loud din
The day of the fine, it has come to the set, all bad recyclers will live to regret
Colour coded rubbish, perfectly clean, colour coded rubbish, an idyll dream
Robotic citizens, pre sorting the trash, recycle correct or feel the back lash
We won't move your rubbish, if it's not bespoke, we have looked in your bin, we have give it a poke
Executive bin men out on the estate, bowler hat bin men with clipboard and slate
We have made our decision, we have looked in your bin, your rubbish is dirty, it will have to stay in
Regardless of what some folks are saying
The weather is changing, climate’s askew
Major storms threaten atypical places,
Is there nothing at all we can do?
Let’s begin by developing a new respect
For this planet all of us call our home,
Consider cutting back on fossil fuels
Using fewer plastics, learning to defoam.
We can resolve to reduce pollution
Be more careful with disposable waste,
Recycling is an excellent practice
We should all begin doing it, posthaste.
The glaciers and icecaps are rapidly melting
We are destroying the vital ozone layer,
And it appears a time is quickly coming
When all of us won’t have a single prayer.
In truth, some will never be believers
They will, in ignorance, never play a part,
So, it seems to me rather obvious
We must hurry up and get a head start.
Let’s face it, global warming is upon us,
The weather is changing, climate’s askew
But, believe me, when I hasten to say
There’s plenty to slow it, we surely can do.