if i could
be a bird
i'd be
a titmouse
an indigenous freak
from places such as
Three Mile Island
Chernobyl and
Fukushima
a radiated breed
of mouse mixed
with a woman's breast
Categories:
fukushima, muse,
Form: I do not know?
We didn't go abroad this year, we had our summer holiday
Here in the UK where it had rained all summer long.
We scuba dived in the sea but it was dead, devoid of all
Life; we walked the coastal path to where the bungalow
Fell in the sea last year, near to the wreck of the oil tanker
That ran aground in a winter storm.
On the only dry day we had we went for a picnic sitting
In a meadow beneath an oak tree but there were no wild
Flowers, and no bees either; even the Holly Blue's didn't show.
Only the soft noise of fracking in a nearby field. Cows that once
Graced that field now stand farting and eating their lives away
In a shed that's part of a factory farm.
On our last day we sat in the cafe eating cod and
Chips, cod caught in the Irish Sea loaded with
Caesium 137 and strontium 90 that had been seeping
Out of Sellafield nuclear power station over the years.
We could have had the Pacific tuna irradiated from the
Fukushima fall-out but preferred the cod.
Categories:
fukushima, change, corruption, environment, farm,
Form: Free verse
Limerick crochetés: Once Fukushima Lady Uranium
Once Fukushima Lady Uranium
Madly in love with Hanford Plutonium
Sent him hot-kissed missile
Twice Hiroshima smile:
“R.S.V.P. Pluto to Uranus in mime!”
Missile misfired detoured Koreanium
O’er Kamchatka harassed by Putt-Inn-ium
Security Council
Issued stark Codicil
“Pacific love letters: ‘Putt-Inn-Bin, Hmh!’ “
Then lovesick Mamasan Uranium
Stole Crime-ian Green Card made in Elysium
KGB stamp fossil
Put Putt-Inn behind grill
So cut through Alaska helped by Pale-Inn-Yum!
At last Mamasan came close to Plutonium
At Hanford received no hugs in delirium
Sat by waste river spill
Her heart sank without thrill
Till Pluto-Uranus sang the Union Hymn!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Categories:
fukushima, allegory, environment, humor, longing,
Form: Limerick
A time when signs increase
Some are brought level
Poison flows from Fukushima
Ecology and diversity drop
Comets show their aspects
Time to realise, determine
See the changing seasons
Categories:
fukushima, bible, change, deep, loss,
Form: Acrostic
I have poems that would rather sleep
with women than be written down,
that stumble round in unmade rooms,
unwashed & unafraid -
poems in search of tongues that have
no answers to the world’s problems and
don’t pretend to, that have no tips about
what to do in Fukushima
other than dance the night away -
poems with scars that desire
touch, having spent themselves
in the company of the deaf,
craving love & death with equal breaths,
between a gasping nakedness that
knows its place and the price you pay
for loving much and too unwisely.
I have poems that left home years ago
without so much as a phone call or fax,
huddled in the eternity of a Tuscan train,
watching, unnoticed, as the visiting soloist
practices Brahms, dreaming as the carriage rocks,
her fingers dancing on the fret-less case.
Categories:
fukushima, metaphor, poems, poetry, symbolism,
Form: Free verse
cherry blossoms---
the Fukushima sky again
smiling pink
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Categories:
fukushima, hope
Form: Haiku
Give me an island to myself
So I can be on my surf board
All day long
I will follow the kites
Taking me into the skies
There is no water
Around the island
Only an ocean of milk
There are no mountains
Only ruins from the last war
There is no food on the island
Only cockroaches and mice
There is no reason to leave the island
As happiness is a few continents away
Who wants to connect to the past
When you live in the present
On an island
You can have to yourself
But is owned by the nuclear industry
And used for many experiments
It was called Fukushima
And has seen better times
Categories:
fukushima, introspection, me,
Form: I do not know?
A country's pride and circumstance
Has called the common man to dance.
Feet ablaze in a pool of pain
Seeking neither name nor fame.
Today's committed Samurai
You carry on, condemned to die.
You stand with hose in stead of sword
And do your best to save the world.
The world says, "Thanks" then moves along
And most won't even know you're gone.
But I'll remember; I'll declare
The Fukushima Fifty were there!
© 2011, R. Erin Lenth
Categories:
fukushima, death, devotion, inspirational, life,
Form: Couplet
FLIGHT OF ENOLA GAY
Will you tell us tomorrow where we're going, Enola Gay?
There's so much more we wanted to say.
But there's no time for sorrow,
we'll enjoy time that's left,
Though we know our time ended yesterday.
We could tell you the story, but no body understands,
Nagasaki, Hiroshima, distant lands.
It's not clear what we're doing,
but we're pursueing it all wrong,
It's a madness and I'll leave it in your hands.
Nagasaki sadness. Hiroshima madness.
Colorado Rocky Mountain High.
Are they worth pursueinig
all the things we're doing?
I don't know and it's too late for us to wonder why.
Enola Gay, on silver wings
What is it now, that your love brings us
High above, your spirit flies,
and dumps your load in Fukushima skies.
poetry by veebdosa
Categories:
fukushima, confusion, depression, history, political,
Form: Rhyme
( On backdrop of current JAPAN tragedy.
Dedicated to all who lost lives and property in worst devastation ever.
Our sincere prayers for their salvation, succour to surviving victims, early rehabilitation)
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Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Fukushima
Nuclear destination, bombing and self-explosion
Human rant, God is just name for chant
Reign human invention, HE just mythological sovereign
God disliked apathy, shelved sympathy
thought to teach lesson, venue selected Japan
Quake, Tsunami, Fire, Radioactive leak, wreck plenty
65 seconds flat, venue littered with death float
Humans abuse Nature, expect HIM to spare, care
HIS justice, a show reality sans court, hearing or attorney
HE delivers salvation to devastation, superpower to roadside pauper
Avoid HIS wrath, stick to HIS rules, HE not Human actually rules
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hitendra Mehta
March 2011
For Members Contest – The Rhyme Inside by Debbie Guzzi
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Categories:
fukushima, natural disasters
Form: Free verse