They dive and circle as if in hypnotic state,
Tiny wrens, and ravens, and coal black crows.
When trucks dumps their loads, the flurry of fowl contemplate
Savory morsels or just household throws.
The noise of large tractors, and of sharp shrills and caws,
Of wild wings flapping over a landfill,
The thrown scraps from a table bring the birds to a pause,
Then landing en mass for a full belly fill.
It's exciting to watch them, yet worries my mind.
Some of the garbage is not fit to eat.
To the forests and meadows, there are rich foods to find,
While hanging bird feeders are quite a treat.
Categories:
landfill, bird,
Form: Rhyme
Mountains of trash piled high in the air
The stench of rot from everywhere
Precious topsoil stripped away
To make room for more garbage
The amount grows larger day by day
So what do we do when the landfill gets full
Why then we build houses or even a school
Somewhere over the landfill New homes will rise
They will have nice yards and blue skies overhead
But it's the ground underneath that I would dread
Somewhere over the landfill
The skies are blue and someday
There will be houses over it too
Categories:
landfill, environment,
Form: Rhyme
When Fed-Ex delivered my package today, I opened it up, to my dismay....
cardboard, paper, stuffing, galore, Styrofoam nuggets all over the floor!
There was plastic bubble, and cellophane wrap, it took a broom to clear the trash!
I dug around to look inside, the "Fort Knox" seal, was no surprise!
A brand new game, it's time for fun, but where's the dad-gum garbage can?
I need a battery to play my game, the one they sent is dead already!
A quick time out, ......well that's a bother....a trip to Wal Mart to buy another!
Stopped at Starbuck's along the way, tossed my cup...that's two, today
I grocery shopped, while at the store, filled plastic bags, then out the door!
Filled the trash....once more today, and back to Wal Mart...where I will pay
for plastic bags to line the can.....cause we fill them up as fast as we can!
I've heard going 'Green'...is the only way.....but UPS is on the way !
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Categories:
landfill, funny, humor, people,
Form: Rhyme
There must be a place for broken dreams—
A landfill of harrowed hearts, cried-out eyes.
A place of forsaken hopes, senseless scenes
That evolves with each generation's rise.
There must be a place for broken dreams—
For vows revoked, loves lost, trusts betrayed.
It serves well when life strains at the seams,
And the margins of our emotions are frayed.
There must be a place for broken dreams—
Where wished-for wealth is beyond the pale.
When "perfect" plans are empty schemes,
We need a place of refuge in which to dwell.
There must be a place for broken dreams—
For shredding garments of grief, hurt, pain.
Thus granting ourselves relief that redeems
The self-struck need to take all the blame.
Categories:
landfill, introspection, self,
Form: Rhyme
Another big package arrived today!
I opened it up, and to my dismay....
Cardboard and stuffing, and so much more
Styrofoam nuggets all over the floor
There was plastic bubble, and cellophane wrap
It took a broom to clear the trash
I dug around to look inside
All sealed and tight. No big surprise!!
It needs a battery to make it run
But the battery it came with, is dead and done!
Okay...ready again, we'll have some fun
But a broken remote! Shucks! We needed that one!
We'll take a time out....well, that's a bother!
A run to Wal Mart to get another...
Stopped at Starbuck's along the way
Tossed my cup...that's two, today
Bought more stuff...while I was there
Filled six plastic bags... or maybe it's more....
Here's some trash....fourth time today
I'll go back to Wal Mart...where I will pay
For new garbage containers...those giant cans..
'Cause we fill them up, as fast as we can!
I have heard going 'Green'...is the only way !!
Oops , here comes Fed-Ex, more to deliver today!
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Categories:
landfill,
Form: Couplet
ever drifting,ever shifting
sifting through the mountainous debris
it often seems they never rest
like snow upon the crown of Everest
are the gulls of turnkey.
Categories:
landfill, introspection
Form: I do not know?