I hate that I let people waste my time.
They'll clutter my head with busy chatter
and I let them unload their garbage.
They walk away without a clue
that they have defecated on my peace.
I keep thinking they'll get wise to it
but they never do and still I say nothing
but maybe just maybe today's the day...
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Categories:
dumping, anxiety, peace, people, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
Bringing your troubles; like I was your dumping ground
Walked away with my life without as much as an amen
No words spoken, until my happiness drowned
Shadows diminishing, never to be seen again
But I am now seeing through your corrupted soul
As you now dance and skip along with my life
It was your master plan, your only goal
Leaving me with your ill gained strife
So funny, you turning a blind eye when told
Giving your lame excuses as to the why
But I was never left blind to your bold
Your laughter as you left me high and dry
You are forgiven, but never are you as forgot
As I’m now made to live your sorry sad life
I wish you well with my life that you have now got
Except all of my curses, and along with it all of my strife
Because for you in my life there is no coming back
So, go out, and enjoy my life whilst you can
As I now cope with everything that you so lacked
Wasting my time on everything you could not understand
Categories:
dumping, angst, betrayal, corruption, extended
Form: Rhyme
Discreetly sent to landfill site
then buried out of public sight
where it will slowly rot away
with other waste sent to decay
surely this is morally wrong
in times when people are starving
sell-by dates are partly to blame
as they maintain the profit game
but is this practice really right
dumping good food in landfill site.
Categories:
dumping, environment, food,
Form: Rhyme
The species of Aussie wombat
Are unique when producing 'scat'
I’m not kidding you
They poop square shaped pooh
I wonder if you too knew that!
The poem was a challenge by an on line friend and how could I refuse writing about square poop - thanks for the inspiration
The wombat produces 80 - 100 square cubes of poop a day!
22/04/21
Categories:
dumping, animal, humorous,
Form: Limerick
KILLING HER OWN.
She carried him for months,
The pain and the suffering
All now dressed in new pants,
The commencements
Dumped in the street
A stranger picked and raised him.
Nursed by not his own,
Life isn’t a given.
Is this what our mothers have become?
Is this what the fiber of our ancestries have become?
Is this what we call freedom of choice?
Is this what we call civil rights?
Killing him for the crime he didn’t commit!
What happened to mother’s love?
That he was promised on conception.
Do you have to break him when your vows break?
Do you think you must dump him when his father disappears?
Do you think you have to destroy him when your heart dies?
Leveling your displeasure with his breath.
His lifeforce will haunt you to hell
His bones will bellow loud through the prison walls,
His innocence will echo through the temples
All the way to the gates of heaven
Until justice is found
Why killing him for the crime he didn’t commit?
Categories:
dumping, child abuse, children, emotions,
Form: Free verse
Hello, Dear, I trust the garbage in the road was picked up on Friday.
To add insult to the sweetness,
“I think it amusing there is a no dumping sign” across from where they have dumped.
Yes, I too think it bitterly amusing, since this pile from hell is about
Six feet from my driveway, which is so lovely when guests come.
This sweet letter was from the mayor’s assistant.
Because out of desperation, I wrote to him last Wednesday.
I wrote an equally nice letter back.
Hello back, Dear.
Not only was nothing picked up on Friday,
More was added to the pile on Friday.
I came around the corner to discover six tires,
A couch, and a burned out car that were not there on Thursday.
I plan to call the news station today,
For it is apparent even the mayor’s office
Can get nothing done.
Have a nice day yourself!
Love and all that stuff.
Categories:
dumping, life,
Form: Narrative
Why won’t addiction leave me alone,
Get fed up and just go away,
It’s not like we’re friends or get on all the much,
But he insists on having to stay,
We may have the odd laugh,
Hang out when we’re bored,
And he’s there when I’m broken or dumped,
But the rest of the time I don’t want him around,
So why he’s still here’s got me stumped.
We broke up last summer,
I felt so alive,
It was nice just to hear my own voice,
I was determined to prove I could manage myself,
It was like being me without all of the noise.
But here I am now,
8 months down the line,
Addiction and me are back on,
I thought I could beat him all by myself,
But I realise now I was wrong.
This time I’m asking,
I’m taking the help,
The support and the sponsor and me,
This time I’m leaving and not going back,
Because this time it’s all about me.
wM
Categories:
dumping, addiction,
Form: Free verse
Dumping pieces of paper is gone
count, inflate, jump, hide figures
do arithmetic of the underworld
boom, bang, boom, bang, bang, oh!
I do see these figures very clearly
imperialism, why are you still here?
boom, boom, bang, bang, bang
clear up; I am coming in, no delay
Colonialism, whom do you waylay?
you make me excited power-fool
boom, boom, bang, bang give way
stand on my way at your own risk
Dollars, yen, pounds, fill these holes
my love for you is life everlasting
boom, boom, bang, bang take care
arithmetic is excellent, no complain
Enemies of this gold-filled land
magic numbers have spoken right
boom, boom, bang, bang, style up
you say; but…but… who are you?
The power-fool is recklessly right
In power-fool’s diary, power is might
Categories:
dumping, africa, pain, sad, satire,
Form: Elegiac Lyric
Two retired senior citizens
Home a dumping ground with three cats
Two Chihuahuas, one bull dog fat
Question~~who eats pets or denizens?
Our home has become a dumping place for
unwanted pets: first we got Princess who
someone put out behind our son's home in
the city then Hairy showed up at our home
then at least two stray cats showed up(there
may be more than two out there) now about
a week ago this huge bull dog showed up..
He must weigh at least one hundred lbs..
I have looked at pictures on the internet
and Bull looks like what they say is an
Alapaha Blue Blood Bull Dog..He is blue
and white with ears and tail not clipped..
He has not been neutered and seemed
well fed..He was hopping ..We will take
him to the vet next Tuesday..We have just
got him where he will come to us..Tommy
put food out for him but he would not come
close for about a week..
Categories:
dumping, life,
Form: Quatrain
The ground said to the
leaves on the tree
how come your always
dumping on us?
Categories:
dumping, funny,
Form: Blank verse