The Lord is my master;
I shall not want.
He makes me plough a small
farmland;
He leads me beside as I sow to reap.
He restores my strength;
He leads me in the paths of
honesty
For His name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through
the valley of manipulation*,
I will fear no poverty;
For You are with me;
Your Discipline and Your Sacrifice, they comfort me.
You give me voice in the
presence of my enemies;
You bless me with resilience;
My gratitude remains ever.
Surely humbleness and content shall follow
me
All the breaths of my life;
And I will dwell in the house of the
Lord
Forever.
* In farming we do manipulate by using fertilizers, insecticides, genetic modification, hoarding for better price & search ways to avoid heavy loss in investment.
Categories:
insecticides, prayer,
Form: Free verse
His name is Nick,
He writes rhymes that are sick.
He has a beef farm to sell steak
He uses insecticides to remove ticks
Nonetheless he farms fruits which he picks.
Categories:
insecticides, character, for teens, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
For my skin - hidden blood
Abandons neighbouring feeding forest
Dumping the nearby, friendly gutter
After a heavy washing flood
Hijacks long sleep and short rest
Forcing us to malevolent curses utter
With all manner of men getting into trouble
Who attack it with strength, a bubble;
Not infrequently phoning their nurses
And for insecticides, unzipping their purses.
Spared not also by The Saints,
Though its killing their images taints;
On it hipping a hurt's abuse,
All the time emptying the refuse.
Simply the handiwork of pin - sharp proboscis
Justifying uttered obscenities or Holy Moses!
In the late nights
A scheduling of sure flights,
With its sleep - verifying song
That does us a great wrong.
Categories:
insecticides, poems, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
A farmer praised a bird for its capability
Of eating up all the insects upon the crops:
Fantastic! It certainly contributes to high yields
Of crops enough for everyone a finer year
The bird listened but didn't conceive appropriate
Yielding a few words plain and insipid:
Eating up insects is not something we favor
"Eat as you desire" is just us a habit
Provided you guys wipe out worms by insecticides
We would not have any a piece of advice
As a fact as everyone knows, birds drink and eat
When no insects could capture
We, our birds, eat your crops for sure
Categories:
insecticides, analogy, bird, farm, humorous,
Form: Free verse
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 36
All day long we kill to keep the home clean
Insecticides aerosols rat poison
The killer instinct makes us bold and mean
Down by the pond mosquitoes wake and preen
Time to send fighter jets by the dozen
All day long we kill to keep the house clean
Peeled apples for veg flies succulent wean
We spend week-ends choking every last one
The killer instinct makes us bold and mean
Kids we love but not the kind who boil spleen
So we sock the wife more than hard in the bun
All day long we kill to keep the home clean
At Antipodes some guys flex muscles lean
Call that homefront affront to smite them down
The killer instinct makes us bold and mean
What counts home comfort by all overseen
Secure society to foist nation
All day long we kill to keep the house clean
The killer instinct makes us bold and mean
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Categories:
insecticides, metaphor, patriotic, political, violence,
Form: Villanelle
In the garden of love
You might have never planted seeds
But in hundreds in the farthest corners
Swing in waves the heads of unwanted weeds
Before they become tall and ugly
And prevent anything beautiful from flourishing
Feed them not with sweet water
Check them all before comes the spring
In your lovely garden
You might not see any pest with a naked eye
But in thousands secretly they gather
And at the roots or under the leaves like a cloud they lie
Before they become menace
And destroy all the plants before blossoming
Give them not any chance to spread
Spray insecticides before comes the spring.
Categories:
insecticides, garden, love,
Form: Free verse
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
your garden's a splendid show.
How do you get such massive crops,
I really want to know?
" With pesticides, insecticides
and chemicals all in a row.
I raise a finger to all the Greens,
then watch my treasures grow!"
~
For Poet Destroyer's Green Competition.
Categories:
insecticides, food, nature,
Form: Verse
You will not recognize her,
You of the careless eye
But we gardeners who know her work
Will sometimes chance to spy
The speeding little wood nymph
As she wields her small paint brush
Giving pansies their sweet faces
And the rose its dainty blush.
In the world of natural gardening
She is lurking everywhere.
While the chemical strewn gardens
Must survive without her care.
Although she is immortal,
She has helpers who could die
If insecticides should touch them;
Worker bee and butterfly.
The wide spectrum of chemicals
Destroys the good as well as bad.
That’s why butterflies are dying
And sweet Dreamer is so sad.
5/24/12
Theme: Dreamer…Magical Wood Nymph
Categories:
insecticides, fantasy, nature, sweet, sweet,
Form: Rhyme
I don’t want Swine flu
So no more pork for me
I don’t want Bird flu
So no chicken fricassee
I don’t want mad cow disease
So no more Beef for me
I don’t want Salmonella
So no dippy eggs for tea
With mercury in the water
I will no longer eat fish
There is pollution in the air
So I’ll eat no bird related dish
I cannot eat any type of fruit
Because of insecticides
And all vegetables are out
Because of the herbicides
So I am at a loss now
To know what I can eat
There is of course chocolate
But then what would be my treat?
Categories:
insecticides, healthbird, bird,
Form: I do not know?
Arsenic
Bisphenol-A
Cresol
Defoliants
Ethanol
Formaldehyde
Government collusion
Herbicides
Insecticides
Junk food
Killing us all
Lead
Mercury
Naphthalene
Oil
Pesticides
Quiet destruction
Rodenticides
Styrene butadine
Trichlorothylene
U.S. produced 15 trillion lbs. of chemicals in 2007
Vinyl chloride
Water pollution
Xylene
You might want to read ***
Zero tolerance
*** "Poisoned Profits: The Toxic Assault on Our Children"
by Philip & Alice Shabecoff
Categories:
insecticides, education
Form: ABC
The mother of nature is heart-broken
Her eyes distal and wide-opened
Although her roots are torched and torn
Her modesty is soft spoken
Her sheltered skin are offerings
That men misuse for profiting
Her hair sprayed with insecticides
She smiles instead of arguing
Her vegetables incestuous
Pollutted and preposterous
Left like a maid to clean the filth
That man has made quite hazardous
Categories:
insecticides, life, nature,
Form: Rhyme