synthetic
fake, manufactured
enduring, lasting, unyielding
fabric, plastic, forests, lakes
burning, contaminating, corrupting
vulnerable, delicate
natural
A world that once was. Is no more. Scattered shards of culture, lie dormant beneath its ruins.
Waiting to be discovered, then discarded by those who would deny.
Future traveler's mingling with the past. Contaminating mankind’s storyline.
Weaving webs of endless possibilities and our beginnings.
Savages turned scholars who’s knowledge of the heavens surpasses our own
Temples align with precision, marking seasons. Depicting time.
Knowledge passed on from future time.
You boffin from The Caucasus Mountains, are you a devil or human?You have destroyed my seeds, the source of my survival.
I used to grow my seeds, which gave birth to more seeds on the same piece of land, but today, you have killed my original seed.
You boffin, are you a curse or a blessing to humanity? Why have you assassinated our ecosystem,which was self-sustaining and thriving.
I never invited you to come upon my land. You have sucked out all the nutrients from my original seeds. Your goal is to see us Perish .
You boffin, are you simply a long-term liability to creation, or you are here to colonise my food by contaminating my original seeds.
What have I done to you to deserve so much evil and wickedness from you? Everywhere you go, you create chaos and miseries.
You boffin, you have brought synthetic seeds upon my land and total destruction of the natural world.
You boffin, are your acts of human or devil?
By Chanda Katonga.
#Repetition_of_irremediable_calamity
Stare the dark gloomed space of shooting casanovas, blurred with shades of karma, coated with deja vu, I was here the mind says, my hands mired with more dirt, contaminating my hard work and effort to never to pass through this hind streets of lingering pain and regrets, a rotational oozing of ghostlike tormenting shadows of my yesterday, and feel pacing in slow motion in this circles of no exits, no matter the effort pores punches all over my hope, feel drowning, suffocating and my soul ebbing, dilating in volumes I can't contain any further
My calamity takes everything out of me, regret there be nothing to identify me with, after it's taking, invisible blows shatters me from every direction, how can I not give in when I too was made from the very dust of this earth, a human like the rest
Here I'm tested to never rise again or to man up and prove the naysayers and those who have written me off even before my birth, spirit lead my me to faith without borders, pass me a riffle to eleminate every doubt before me, face up, faith on, and irremediable is just a word in my calamity
#Poetic_Ink
Doubt now wears a devilish smirk
Whispering in my ears it lurks
It sits stout on my chest, suffocating me
Contaminating my thoughts
It won’t let me be, fear pushing me down
Anxiety now gets hold of my tongue!
Self doubt and blame are my two feet
Always ready to walk me to defeat
Doubt will be my downfall I know
I will not let it get the better of me
I let you into a secret, you see
I never liked it’s company!
Your a rotten batch!
You show no respect for your creator
Your life was made to be easy
All you had to do is soke up the water that was given to you
Take all of the nutrients that the soil had to offer
But no....
Instead you turn against your creator
Spitting the water in his face
Your rotten!
A rotten batch
You don't grow
You Shivel into nothingess
Speak in vain
Preach in vain
Pray in vain
All you know how to do is put on a show
Like a rose...
Only pretty on the outside
You stink of wants
Lacking needs
Contaminating your soil
You thought the snake sounded pretty
You sing and jump to his melody
Feeding his want to destroy you
Before he himself is dragged under
With you
I once compared myself to black mold;
the toxic kind that spreads
Contaminating surfaces, only feelings of regret
What used to be a room full of people, now has no one left
Wondering if I’ve caused this, was it something that I said?
Questions go unanswered, that’s when it starts to spread
Like a ball of yarn unraveling;
from a single thread
I’m not sure how to stop it, I’d rather just forget
And let the toxins take me until disease has set
Spores will start to germinate, maybe mushrooms next
Consuming every part of me, only black mold was left
She was a shot of tequila,
Gulped by every tippler.
She was a vase of carnations
Set on a high table,
For everyone to smell.
She was a lodge napkin,
To absorb their bodies' muck
She was a cup of cappuccino,
To calm their tactile desires.
They contaminated her,
And she is contaminating,
The gullible satyriasis.
Soon, hearses will be
Moving around!
I jumped to the lowest branch of the sycamore tree.
Away from the felines who had been chasing me.
I am the most suave and debonair tom around.
They have been chasing me all over this blasted town.
They have needs, and they want loving and kittens.
I am tired of them all, Covid has me wearing mittens.
My mask has fallen off, it is now on the ground.
Those felines are milling and mewing around.
Come on down, handsome, they yell my way.
I know they are testing positive, so here I stay.
They are sniffing my mask, contaminating it now.
I am fit to be tied about this, having a cow!
You're the anchor of my mental health
contaminating the sea I'm in
a place where ecosystems fail
there is no life, my skin's rusting
you don't believe my boat can sail
instead a rust as rot seeps in
for now untraveled and still new
a prisoner to shallow thinking
and there is no changing you
wanting me stuck slowly sinking
I'm will explore the oceans blue
away from you, your lies and drinking
I see you a contaminator
goodbye mother, I'll see you later
We keep covering our faces with masks because we dont want to risk getting infected by inhalation
But we keep contaminating our lungs daily by inhaling that tobacco smoke from cigarettes
We wash our hands with sanitizer carefully to kill the germs and bacteria present
But we keep drinking alcohol every weekend intoxicating ourselves and killing our liver
We keep paying that tithe to the church every sunday while they live in mansions and drive luxury vehicles
But they do nothing about the hundreds of homeless, hungry and poor people living right in the heart of their cities
We keep our families close to our heart because that's where we learned how to love
But sometimes it is your brother who is preventing your success with a knife stuck in your back
J-eopardy
U-ses
S-ilent
T-hreat
I-n
N-astily
E-mploying
A-trocious
R-isk
C-ontaminating
A-ll
N-ations
D-rastically
Topic: Birthday of Justine Arcand (June 08)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Stream of Karnafully river flowing in calm heart
No factory dust contaminating now its bard
I'm crossing the lane of flying birds, city to city
Everyday the sky forecasts death serials without key
Police stoppage for me, staying home alive safe first
But after crossing GEC circle thought I overcome virus
Oh, the pregnant body of wind conceives nCoV-19 well
Hearing the whistle the nose smells toxic odor of corpse
No pollution now in chaste body of nature
In reliefs allotment growing up thief character
More dead skeletons mountain of earth will kiss the sky
Maybe shocking tears of the river will hold obituaries eye
17.04.2020 (Chattogram City)
My soul is ill
But I'll not find a cure
It is infected and rotting
Of this I am sure.
It bleeds and aches
From this sickness you have brought
Corrupting my spirit
Twisting my every thought
Distorting my inner visions
And contaminating my sense of sanity
Totally destroying my faith
In love, life and humanity
You are the bringer of pain
The lord of heartache and dismay
And I’ve become your deciple
To your malevolence I now pray
Set my soul free
From your dark incantation
So I may find my way back
To the light and salvation
I have given you my all
And can’t bear another day
Of this beautiful chaos
And your sinful ways
Release me now
Take my last breath
So I can at last be free
Even if it’s through death
Maybe I will be reborn
Again to the light
And then I can rejoice
That I’ve finally won the fight!
"You'll floss your teeth, you'll brush your teeth
Four times a day," he said.
"Hand over all those scary sweets
you hide under your bed.
They fight your teeth, they bite your teeth.
They give you gum diseases.
My pretty patient will obey
my orders, if she pleases.
This pitchfork, sharp and flashing bright,
would like to kindly scratch
your teeth of dirty, sinful sweets
that stealthily attach
their rude, apocalyptic claws
to innocent enamel.
My pretty patient mustn't stall!
Her breath smells like a camel."
I listened, frozen smiling,
nodding smiling, smiling nodding
laughing frozen, as the laughing gas
lay all its weight on me,
the sweeter smell of painted teeth,
their solid, polished luster,
the dentist swiping secret stashes,
dancing with a sugar rush,
a ghost dropped down my throat,
evaporating reservoirs of hidden sin,
contaminating the angels
who give didactic speeches on
purity.
I smell a camel overhead.
His teeth are holey green.
He's proud of him; he's done no sin.
My teeth are white and clean.
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