Some blokes who smoke think it's okey-doke
to throw their still-lit dog-ends on the ground
it's mostly men or so I've found
then there are those who continually spit
how disgusting is that yet what can we do
to make them quit
and litter louts bug me too
while others chew gum and when done
stick it wherever they are able
such as chairs or under tables
with no regard for anyone
they're inconsiderate mindless fools
who behave that way and think they're cool
Adopt me, take me home.
I'm not the prettiest in the litter.
I'll compensate in other ways.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Here's a thought or two for you
and it's not that I am bitter
but when around and about a look I took
it ground me down to see such litter
tourists travelers neighbours too
please let me remind
think what you do I beg of you
and only footprints leave behind
but when it comes to living things
if the foot were in the other boot
would you like being polished off
therefore only photos shoot
How did you get here, little one?
You are such a contrast to these dead leaves and sticks
They are gray, tan, and ugly
You are a misfit in the world of the unseen.
You usually fit onto a rearview mirror of a car.
I cannot see anyone wearing you as an eyepatch
I doubt you fell off someone’s backpack.
Wait a second, here is a thought.
A persnickety camper who attaches an air freshener to his backpack?
I smile at this absurd idea.
Should I leave you here for others to discover?
Or should I pick you up, risking my life, for you might be germy.
Playing it safe, I take a photo and leave her there to delight other writers.
Eternity lies within me,
Sharing a gift i see,
Another dance with reality.
How many will there be,
In each I've planted a seed
Before learning what they need.
To move further and lead,
A life I Am proud to leave,
Behind to move ahead.
Traveling galaxies in my head,
Leading me right back here,
This beautiful blue sphere,
And all the Life within her.
Witnessing the damage we incur,
Destroying major Ecosystems,
As she gracefully endures.
A dying future we feel equally,
Filling her with our negativity,
Treating her like our property.
It's disrupted the balance within me,
I return so that you may see,
The importance of your reality.
About the impact you could be,
Understanding the gravity,
Your tied to this cavity.
A body you cant leave,
Your gift to receive,
Believe in your Destiny,
When Earth Dies,
You will no longer be.
Please don’t leave your litter here,
There’s a river running near,
It harms the birds,
It harms the bees,
Before floating to the seas,
Where it harms the manatees,
Dolphins, whales, fish, and seals,
Swallow plastic with their meals,
They cannot clean up our pollution,
Please be part of the solution,
There’s a river running near,
Please don’t leave your litter here.
Under three, and under seven
Under the ace of spades
Lies a land I’d like to land on
But I live in Hades
To get out the easy way
Take the shady train
And I ride it day to day
Knowing its in vain
I can make a change to go
Boatman gets his fee
But its not the shore I know
Where he’s taking me
I am speaking to the wall
To the corner of my room
If one day the ceiling falls
It will be my tomb
An alternative to get
To the better world
But I know it will upset
From the news I’ve heard
It deceives the same old way
Like they do in Hades
So why worry one would say
Laughing in my face
Under three, and under seven
Under the ace of spades
There it is, a land of Heaven
But I live in Hades.
litter of kittens
loudly suckling moms warm milk
all fluffy and soft
Sea Glass
From Mother Nature’s jewel box
She gives us and
She reciprocates …
Over the sands of time She forms and fashions troves of jewels
Refuse, shards of glass litter discarded and strewn
Sanded and polished by briny waves magically glazed frosty verglas
Trading trash and abuse with gifts
Sea glass gems washed ashore
Stones resembling emeralds, amethyst, ruby’s,
turquoise crystals displayed on the soft carpeted shores
Wishes to have seen this newfangled beauty
She once gifted us exquisitely
A rare sight as less litter evinces Her gifts scarce
I wonder was She by us coerced?
Ample reasons for us to quit littering
if not, there are more
James and Peter
Found a messed up cat litter
Close by at Peter's
A cat is amiss
The litter smells of cat's piss
The missus remiss
The miss is too slow
To clean the cat's messy show
The cat meows in woe
The cat runs away
A missus tries to find it
Away the cat goes
This goes to now show
That the house is a dumpster
And smells of cat's piss
James caught the cat now
As it tries to get away
The miss is happy
Jimmy wished he was a cat
Not a kitten, but a full-grown caterwauling tom
He prayed about it every night for ten years
One morning he saw catlike qualities in the mirror
I look like a cat! He said.
I have whiskers like a cat!
I need a litter box.
So he made himself one out of a long dishpan
His mother kicked him out shortly afterwards
litter box pungent
a mask donned against the stink ...
poo of my loved one
Litter on my mind
When I walk into the garden of my mind
I sometimes pick up weeds that must be rid of in the cold light of sanity.
A person, from the past, sent me a rancid email claimed
I had been lying when telling him I had crossed the Sahara barefoot when it was a simple spelling mistake
He also claimed that I had only been a cobbler's assistant and that knew nothing about upper soles of
clogs; it is a mystery how he found out I thought my abstract world was mine alone.
I'm told the rude, offensive person dabbles in electric matters.
I played with the idea of writing a devastating riposte
to this person, but two hurt people do not make one
person sane
I dignified silence is the best answer.
Litter here, litter there
Piles of litter everywhere.
Bins half empty or piled high
Too much packaging in supply.
Plastic, paper, metal cans
Liquid spillage in sea and lands.
Waters full of micro beads
Man-made plastic, choking seeds.
Wasted food turns to stench and rot
Flies and rats love those spots.
Wrappers, *** butts, strewn about
Selfish litter louts without a doubt.
Dumping rubbish is our failure
A lazy, filthy human behaviour.
We are failing earth and nature
Can we change or even save her?
Written 01.04.23 (Not For Contest)
People say oldies are hoarders
They collect miscellaneous Throughout the years
Knowledge,experience and utensils
The whole family contributes to the collections
They are memorable
They are precious
Electrical appliances,dresses and shoes
Souvenirs,books and certificates
Piled up the space
They seem to be very rich
With a small gallery
We also fall into this category
But recently we send away all the litters
To the recycling centres and welfare centres
Helping others
Few men are poor
But unluckily riches on earth are
corrupted
By devils
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