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Acid has become our rain
and oceans with mercury do we stain
dioxin lies beneath our ground
in everything toxic materials be found
E-coli is used to alter genes in food
where recombinant DNA is understood
heavy metals do the population addle
as the health industry lose continuing battle
With the law makers do the inhabitants contend
and a wealthy man can the laws amend
documented information on man's pollution
yet nobody seems to have a solution
Programs that show if man were to die
nature herself would repurify
at 300 years would be the retaking
of only a portion of what mankind is making
Desecration upon desecration upon the land
mankind destroys himself with his own hand
no amount of law can change our ways
our own nature fallen since ancient of days
Scientists who study regeneration
pursue this path with great fascination
they know that the body should heal itself
but understand not sin and it's stealth
Deserts now stand where nature did blossom
the amount of the damage is beyond awesome
ground waters filled with pesticide
about it's effects have governments lied
Asbestos and arsenic and lead just a few
adversely affect the body nothing new
tons upon tons of toxins released to our air
and only for wealth do manufacturers care
Seabirds and mammals die from plastic trash
the production of garbage for making of cash
forest and savannahs are being depleted
in soil degradation are crops being seeded
With love for our earth the concerned have their say
but the pursuers of wealth do get their way
the destroyers of earth with God will clash
but this system of things will Jesus dash
sources Gen. 6:11 Eze.9:1-6 Matt. 6:24
Luke 16:13 Revelation 11:18
reading and study of science
COPYRIGHT © 2010 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
[first stanza for Planet contest]
Martians, they don’t live here
Even astronauts keep clear
Residing though in darkest places
Charred: the eyebrows on their faces
Up from underground they creep
Resembling small asbestos sheep
Yikes they bleat at red hot feet
*
Meat and veg are not prolific
Eat it if it’s calorific
Roast Mercurian rat... horrific
Chance a glance and risk the heat
Usually, not much to eat
Rare, the morsel overlooked
Yet what there is... is over cooked
***
Many miles through space to Venus
Earth is far more space between us
Risk those Martians haven’t seen us
Cruise by Jupiter and Saturn
Uranus ain't what you’re sat on
Rush past Neptune on to Pluto
Yup, a planet... shows what you know
HAUNTED HOUSE
In haunted log house lived Micky macro mouse
with Mini, his spouse and cousin large louse.
Once I ventured to peep and enter
as carpenter in severe winter.
to fix broken latch but Dino tried to catch
me to snatch my tools and sat on egg to hatch.
From roof of asbestos crawled down Octopus.
Swooped vulture valorous, horrifying notorious.
Eight eyes of black widow sparkled through wide window
Moon cast ghostly shadow on feral bushes in meadow.
Weird witch cunning most sitting with scary ghost
eating rotten mutton roast and burnt butter toast.
Violent viper always hyper, shedding tears,
‘I love you’ to whisper close to my ears.
Champion jumper vampire came to inspire
gifting me a shiny sapphire, me about to expire.
09/26/19
First Place
'All yours (June 27) Contest by Brian Strand
Walking down streets paved in blue-tinted bricks,
Past shuttered-up shops and rust-covered picks.
Mums push their prams, faces heavy with doubt,
Eyes on the pavement, just trying to tough it out.
Charity stores sell the rich people's wares—
Cast-offs in corners, dreams sold in pairs.
Old factories smashed, turned to homes overnight,
Yet asbestos still whispers its long toxic bite.
Fathers now gone, lost to cancers and means,
Their stories forgotten in capitalist schemes.
Schools overflowing with tongues from afar,
Kids dreaming in dialects under the same star.
The great British dream lies torn up in tatters,
Drowned in false promises spilling from chatters.
By ministers blind to the mess that they’ve spun,
Still chasing their “progress” while we come undone.
It took eight and a half years
You finally melted me down
Dribbled me on the floor
The liquification of me
Not needed any more
When I had started
I was so strong
I worked hours on end
Was part of the team
Took part in your dream
Some how I got lost along the way
To much heat every day
Not noticing the signs
Lost inside the lines
Unable to comprehend
No longer able to pretend
Now I am a different shape
Cooled within the mold
Put on a press and rolled
Up for auction and sold
Left to the highest bidder
Sold and more than bitter
So the dance begins again
Yet I am not the same
More familiar with the game
I will protect myself
Refuse to be put on a shelf
I will not be pushed aside
Melted or undefined
I am much stronger redefined
My new armor is asbestos lined
Meltdown Contest
[Pylon (UK) = Transmission tower or Electricity pylon (USA)
Domestos = Bleach]
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Jeremy Wig was entirely bald
He sought the best hairpiece that he could afford
He opened his wallet which made the moths blink
With just a few coins he had to rethink
He went to a fancy dress shop for his hair
The price was unreal - like everything there
The wig that he purchased had hair made of nylon
He got a big shock when he walked near a pylon
People would laugh for his hair was a shocker
He looked like a seventies reject punk rocker
He hurried off home, wiped his feet on the mat
A static charge instantly toasted his cat
He went here and there, lightning bolts everywhere
Burning folk’s clothing and their underwear
Stark naked people with burned crinkly hair
All would curse Jeremy’s new nylon hair
People he knew learned to dress in asbestos
Someone said, “Let’s make the man drink Domestos.”
Whatever they said he just didn’t care
For he was so pleased with his new nylon hair
He went to a party and had some fun there
Even when six balloons stuck to his hair
A text that was typed made his hair stand on end
The fireworks started when someone pressed ‘Send’
When someone said, “Go back to just being bald.”
He thought of the horrible names he’d been called
He wasn’t prepared to be somebody’s joke
He pulled a balloon off… and went up in smoke
Carcinoma, melanoma sick twins
Inside their innocuous hosts grin
For surface tension brings no chagrin
Another, common diagnosis will time lend
Healthy cell structures to amend
Immune systems with guile befriend
In state of denial, journey begins
Signs not to the human eye hidden
But worry has healthy mind forbidden
Asbestos, carbon dioxide, dioxin
Immune filters will certainly fend
Smoking, over eating, years of gin
Only near life's end wages will append
Per chance through pore seeps pathogen
To rally antibody troops always an antigen
Discolored figment under skin
Bright pigment from allergen
A red rash can dry with benzine
Yellowish splotch need carotene
Brownish bump harmless toxin
Black mole surely genetic origin
Benign cyst lacking needed vitamin
Purplish lesion can cure with Neosporin
Small lump only a gland that's swollen
Goiter rarely takes malignant spin
Unlike the Famous Five,
with capers, japes and adventures,
boats and well stocked picnics, we lived
a back street life. With a sock and masking tape ball
and mucky fat sarnies.
The Family Allowance Five.
Each one of us an extra pound.
With facsimile school photos,
in hand me down jumpers and carving knife tread pumps,
floorboard cricket bat and under the bed air rifle.
Crab apple scrumping and tresspassing for mushrooms,
rabbitting before school,
paper round before school,
milk round before school.
Everything came before school.
Sunburnt scoundrels but "never any bother"
Corrugated asbestos roof walkers.
Cinema ticket hawkers.
Unseen, inconsequential, together but apart.
No roots or football boots.
Hot pot bollocks.
One foot here one foot there.
Immigrants finding their way,
but without the ginger beer.
Some years from now
the Devil throws a banquet –
In hell, of course – where he alone
unquestionably rules:
A banquet table plated for
greedy fools: to his right,
Barack seated; with Hilary at
his heated left; Bidden,
unable to tell where he is –
so after a brief, delirious spell,
decides himself quite content
with just the odious, strangely
familiar smell – Hunter doing some
cooking – agents told to shy
from looking – ordered not to
allow lawful booking:
Pelosi and Schumer,
for the first time
realizing themselves entirely
powerless...yet, hopelessly
addicted to procuring votes,
hotly plot how to send
the Squad copious
asbestos notes – His Majesty
offers them, another plate of
hot coals, with a side-dish of
charred souls – some fur lined
totes, to go with stylish
Arctic coats –
Warning Labels
I remember the eighties, common sense and smarts
big hair and jeans were just part of the arts
there was lead in our paint and asbestos on the floor
if you talked back to Mom your butt would get sore
gas was flammable, a little spark could start a flame
if you got burned by your coffee, only you were to blame
we had Ma and Pop shops, and the cassette recorder
there were no warning labels on everything you would order
ineptness has grown, with technology and time
with so many machines, there are fewer hills to climb
there are bumps and bruises on every street corner
a burn or a scrape should not be a foreigner
I don’t think warning labels are the correct tool
we should peel them all off and improve our gene pool
everyone falls, get up and brush yourself off
Let’s bring back common sense and get rid of the scoff