It's enough to make one chunder
there used to be a time Down Under
when fair dinkum the label on the tucker tin
only stated the true blue maker's name
and the Vegemite we'd eat for brekkie contained therein
while not a porky implied mate there's something to hide
with a shonky no responsibility disclaimer
I’m spewin’ cranky as today's focus is on what's not inside
no GMO cholesterol additives gluten calories caffeine nuts
no added colouring sugar preservatives
no artificial sweeteners monounsaturated
no polyunsaturated &/or trans fats
and bloody oath cobber that's not all as I recall
no worries tho' there's also low sodium
not whingeing but one wonders if it's a dodgy admission
there's no bonzer thingo within such as ace nutrition
meanwhile I'll fill my billycan from yon billabong
surrounded by a few emu and a roo or two
as up a gum tree the kookaburra laughingly looks on
there's nothing more I can do so may as well
bung another shrimp on the barbie blow the froth off a few
have one last blast on me didgeridoo Blue and shoot through
Scattered without wind
as though on wings
gmo seeds
land on lava rocks
and icy hills
will there be spring?
Aged old wheel
shooting double
beams
lowers lid on eye
turning noon
to night
will dawn glow pink?
Battered old earth
shaking parched lap
vomits lava out
of its dragons'
mouths
birds stop singing
trees in ashes weeping
Midas ego king
deprived of
basic needs
turns fragile wits
to instincts of beasts
darkness without
darkness within
how dark will be night
without Jesus' light
at the flash of His beam
darkness will flee
uncreated Sun
a new day will begin
for those who have kept
lamp of love lit.
Honorable Mention: Brian Strand: A Feb 2025 Posted Poem-2/23/25
you must be a human with no GMO tag
you must know that skin is just a bag
you must know that superficial beauty is a test
you must be you not a replica of the rest
I've never lived it and most probably never will
but to me this is love in its essence
despite what the eyes are witnessing
i see youth
i see beauty
i see loyalty
i see the one I've never met
i see the one I'll never be
missing what you've never had
remembering what you've never forgot
hearts once open can never be shut
real ladies and and real men i present to you "LOVE"
tamer ??
while trying to find
the founding fathers
without bothering
if George W
(not Bush)
separated
female
from
male
i knew that the oh
so what do you
know count
these beans
declaration
was written
on hemp
paper not
because
we wanted to supercede
that what would come
to pass with recent
states saying don't
keep toking cause
i'm jonesin so
pass the
weed
we'd
all love to share Dylan
and the Band singing
Rockin Chair but
i also became
aware that
that same
page of
was in
fact
written with the ink
of the American
pokeweed so
glorifying the
british born
fathers for
their sons
George W
Bush
should thank his
being by the
hemp lines
that kept
Bush Sr
afloat
on the
ropes
of his
parachute
your
whole
wheat
gmo free
bread
turns
me on
from jam
to jelly
instead
i opt
for your
peanut
butter
it's the new cereal
unlike alpha bits
when you put
your spoon in
the bowl to
put words
in your
mouth
you don't get
a jumble of
nonsensical
letters NO
thanks to
the new
GMO
yes
we use practically
plastic plants
made with a
savory
flavor
that
may
be
best described as
the taste of a
childhood
memory
that you
can't
seem
to
put your finger on
like mom's home
made cooking
put in a box
without any
nutritional
facts
so
have an educational
breakfast at the tip
of your tongue
(disclaimer:
spell chexs
will never
spell on
your
spoon any
profanity
and or
sexual
words
spell
chex
is
rated
G for
the
con
sum
ption
of the
entire
family)
emmm byes and cries
yeaaah bye bye
don't you turn that head as i pass you by
emmm byes and cries
yaaaah no no no sad whys
don't your lips part for I'm like gin I'm dry
emmm byes and cries
yeaaah I know them white lies
don't you go on explainin I ever asked why
emmm byes and cries
yeaaah what was born dies
emmm yeaaah yeeeah
my favorite bla bla bla
let's dance on bleeding dry hearts da da
bling bling ding ding
my heart this **** machine
ii know where you've been
bling bling ding ding
bring it bring it
a spare lie coin for my **** machine
let's dance on lost innocence da da
dance to beat of the bla bla
my heart is beating lie lie bye bye
yeaaah da da da
my favorite bla bla
let's dance what a plastic glance
let's dance the age of GMO romance
da da da bla bla bla
ding ding bling bling
emmmm yaaaah bye bye lie lie lie
here we go exes sexes
Tamer Hossam
Its significance, who can know?
~ OMG backward is GMO
Death by firing squad is the old way
Using gas chambers, that area’s grey
Dropping big bombs, now that’s child’s play
Compared to the methods they use today
They’re killing people in their own homes
With tasty treats full of hormones
Microwave radiation into their bones
And straight to the brain using cellphones
Right out of the womb there’s a vaccination
If you got a “problem” there’s a medication
They got the water supply with fluoridation
And chemtrails in the sky crisscrossing the nation
In this day and age it’s hard to hide
From G.M.O. “food” and pesticide
Or animal meat with steroids inside
Consuming this stuff is like suicide
Death rates from cancer are enormous in size
Every few seconds somebody dies
We need to know truth instead of the lies
It’s time to wake up and open our eyes
Too many people need a hospital bed
And to get one costs some serious bread
You must stay conscious and one step ahead
Before you find that you’re the one dead
enter
delete
only to remember
humbleness and humility
and the enigma of the motivation
and the direction of the action
the swing of the involuntary till it becomes voluntary
the taming of temptation
the civilization
the question of elevation and degradation
and the arrogance of shallow sophistication
the enlightment of deep simplification
it's the magic of the 360°
it's the taboo of trinity
threes, bees, and degrees.... did you get the metaphor eternity and trees
glossy tasting like sour cheese.....in the GMO trust that olfactory
you be to be
there's a missing factor why do you thing they wander with their protractor
enthroned is the distractor, he's the x factor conquering the e factor
so he brought the wonders of the fifth element
building the kingdom of the hologram for the new man, a kingdom of nothing, wonder if he fail or will he implement
they're for the constellation blue tent
woe to those who surrendered body and soul only to earn a bent rent
the dream is waking
the eyes are sleeping
Tamer Hossam
Our sour cream will soon expire
Going by its expiration date
What happens then, I'm left to ponder,
Will going sweet, then be its new state?
I guess then I'll have some sweet cream
In my coffee I guess it can go
But wait, has my coffee expired?
Who knows these days, with GMO?
Who wants expired coffee in their cup?
If it's expired, then doe's it go flat?
If flat, it might not fit in a cup
Then on a plate, would be where it's at!
So here's to the newest generation
To the lot of you living the dream
Enjoy your flat coffee on a plate
And don't forget your sweet, sour cream!
basket of green and red apples
fullscreen fruitful seeds planted
rotten apples in my eyes
have no demise
I find useful rotten fruit laying
in the middle of the group
for the abused and bruised make apple juice
I fuse, fry and make a pie
the beaten and battered were never shattered or tasteless
will always find a place for the thought to be wasted
why misplace a whole basket for just a 2 bad apples
must not be organic
maybe Monsanto GMO
now no apples in my reach
responsibilities hanging from the orchard waiting to ripe
red or green no matter
never make the same mistake twice.
genetically modifying Johnny Appleseed to tell a lie
I guess that's what happens when artificial changes natural
roll the dice pay the price when you mess with the seed of life
ALL GONE no more seeds, WE DIE
GMO(Get Me Off) All The Way Till I Die
By Valerie Odom
March 14, 2017
A processed way,
A processed life
No more factories
GMO all the way till I die
Bacon, ramen, flavored nuts
Get me off!
Get me off!
Get me off this bus!
A metaphor, a wish
Please don’t serve me that processed dish
Leaves not “vitamin” beans
Check the label don't trust the machine
9 not 8
Get off the bus before it’s too late.
corn grew up on the cob
got gnawed off by the gob
In a shack
way out back
cob had a job wiping glob
corn got thrown in the can
cob got tossed by the man
then big fat hogs
gobbled cob logs
and turned ‘em into ham
What the? Wadda ya know.
The labels now read GMO
corn and beans,
and in betweens
all mutate more than they grow
It's about how many cars I didn't hit
How many tickets I didn't get
The pale blue sky
Sweet things that make me cry
Feeling great
Not filled with hate
My man
And all of our plans
Our little paradise in the woods
Elgin Local Goods
Precious amazing wonderful things
He continuously brings
Beautiful grand babies
Even the ifs why's and maybes
Money in the mail
Makes the end of the day just swell
Music that moves my soul
From world beat to rock and roll
go organic non-GMO homemade
No need for tirade
The many many choices
To glean from all the voices
The family and the kin
Driving me crazy now and again
The thousands of miles
Remembering to smile
Collecting friends
Some fade some remain to the end
Noticing the kindness of a stranger
That defuses the anger
Cherishing a glass of fine wine
Can take me back to a time
Of partying out back
And running with a pack
When the wine was not so fine
But having a hell of a time
Desire to celebrate
Not castigate
Hoping for patience with the masses
Seeing with more than my glasses
Accepting me
Just as I be
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