A tsunami of black ash blankets half a world
Trash toadstool hoodoos, wastelandic pillage
and pollutant mucus ravishes lava villages
Draining is the amalgam mass at the end of the spectrum
Stone environs shock, unnatural landscapes
Polyethylene islands flushing the canvas
Carbon contaminant fumes flair in mid drift air
Virtually no place on Earth is free of the polymer fog
Foaming magma cascades over metallic mushroom roots
Spiny shoots sprout tentacles from rubber trees
Mercury and cadmium toxin leeches' groundwater
Above the quicksand are flying objects that pass as vultures
For a million magarican dollars I was greeted by a masked spacebot
Left on moonlit Luna's Lot are my collection of yin-yang art articles
Categories:
pollutant, art, moon,
Form: Ekphrasis
Carve into the birch trees, pollen breeze my air to breathe.
One more cough and one more sneeze until it’s over.
Tissue paper mottled with blood and yellow-green mucus, tearing and dissolving from tears.
There is always salt in my mouth these days.
Veiny leaves in the fervent winds remind me that I am an animal, and my skin gets filthier with each mawkish phrase that erupts from a faraway throat, but it feels like mine.
Beautiful and pathetic soliloquy fills up the air.
I am the only one.
I am the only one.
With the grasses' pedagogy and the flowers' instruction, I stand up and walk to the water.
Its chill cries out for help, my pollutant and contaminant is all but too much to be cleaned by a simple stream.
“I am sorry,” I say. “I am sorry Mother.”
I should have been listening this entire time.
Categories:
pollutant, earth,
Form: Free verse
Aloft in once pure blue,
form strings of yellow hue -
pollutant see-o-two.
Man's abuse going on.
Dumping fossil carbon.
More filthy pollution.
Six miles up it is seen.
The sky a crisscross scene
from tax free kerosene.
Categories:
pollutant, pollution,
Form: Rhyme
In the cosmos, Mother started thinking;
'Oh! How will these mortals ever stop polluting?'
Then she had an idea, one so brilliant;
That she would send Corona, down as a pollutant.
He will annihilate everything in a yell;
And turn the world into a bloody hell.
'I think I should be more dangerous;'
'Maybe a virus, as that's far more disastrous.'
Then what happened? A virus he became;
And henceforth everyone feared his name.
Homo-sapiens for a year they hid;
Then they came out for the virus they wanted to rid.
But what shall we do? The earthling wondered;
We should turn to the people who are already doctored.
Then for another year they worked on an antidote;
And mother contemplated as if looking at an anecdote.
Will they finish the mithridate in time;
Or will their population be consumed by mine.
Mother racked her brain to find an answer,
And lo and behold! They found a curer.
Russia? Russia! How did they find a cure?
You don't ask me, ask them all.
Categories:
pollutant, 8th grade, care,
Form: Rhyme
A lake cradled in the Himalayan foothills’ verdant cleft
Its acclaimed beauty on the azure water sun did reflect.
Not for long though, a sprawling hamlet’s arms spread
Toxic pollutant stream in the lake it drained and shed.
Crystal clear water soon became algal and eutrophic
Decimated shortly all the thriving life forms aquatic.
The lake invaded by water hyacinth and wild weed
Turned over time to boggy waste landscape indeed.
The sparkling ripples were stilled at dark depth alone
The serene shadows of slope-lined pines were gone.
In unsightly wetland amidst the Himalayan splendor
Saw one dawn hyacinth clusters bloom purple flower.
Glossy jade leaves glistened under the golden sun
On wings of butterflies the dance of joy had begun.
So enthralling was the display of nature’s bounty
I still cherish the snapshot of overlooked beauty.
November 12, 2018
Categories:
pollutant, beautiful, flower, mountains,
Form: Couplet
You spoil the air by burning fossil fuel
By absorbing odors, trees help to level
You inhale fresh air
To this, trees provide a lions’ share
You exhale exhaust of the body
Which the trees take into custody
Trees inhale the pollutant
And exhale oxygen that you want
Every life lives with the breath
Mother Earth also follows this path
Human lungs that do this are worth
Trees do this, as lungs of the Earth!
Above poem is from “EAGLE EDUCATES ENDURANCE! AND OTHER POEMS ON NATURE ” by Mr.V.Muthu manickam. Copyright is held by V.Muthu manickam
Categories:
pollutant, earth, earth day, environment,
Form: Couplet
Red fluid flowing through my veins
The center being my heart
My liver being the cleanse
To detox is to rid
The pollutant of my sins
Inherited traits
In which I do relate
My mother giving me strength
As my father a jack of all trades
When my temper flares it boils to create
A pressured high
Following words which may cut like knives
So simple and true
Mindfully giving
A pride to be seen
During a parade in the city
No argument could be had
Nothing to be heard
Whats In my Blood
A thickness so true
I'm proud to be me
How about you
Categories:
pollutant, beauty, culture, heart, identity,
Form: I do not know?
Sound of music with sweet vibes
soothe my nerves with passion,
but when the pitch is high with
great intensity and vibration,
I feel uneasy and disturbed.
Noise!unwanted sound-a pollutant,
Noise!unpleasant vibes;
Oh,noise!conflicting echoes;Please don`t scream.
The reverberation is excruciating,
My eardrums oscillate with mesmerism,
dangerous signals sent to the brain,
which responds by blinking headache,
increased heart beat and blood pressure,
cardiac arrest and partial deafness.
Noise!irregular movement of...sound or...?
Categories:
pollutant, life, nature,
Form: Free verse
Gathered at the grave we pay our homage,
To the grand and the ominous relics we so cherish.
To the great life giving force that
Has indeed given me room for displeasure.
Inhale the pollutant and exhale the desperation,
In a vain attempt to grasp life's puzzles.
I see this distorted picture of you.
A hysterical comment offers itself,
And I pray this moment will never end.
But as the sun greets the edge of the world,
our minds drift downward...
to a more delusional hue...
the color of our smoke filled rooms.
Categories:
pollutant, angst, depression, friendship, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
He does not answer when I speak,
the severed head in the picnic basket,
nor do the swarming flies on the muslin sack,
buzzing on the dried blood, concern him overmuch.
I still speak to him as ice chunks melt
about his rotting skull, and he rolls with a soft bump
on the passenger seat.
“Al, baby, we’re gonna find out what this is all about.
You and me, Al, we’re gonna find out.”
Mexico shimmers and burns through
dust and dirt, gunfire, filth and murder, and we drive
the backroads in the hammered paint scarred red car,
backfiring clouds of exhaust, pollutant patches of hell.
Gunshots echo through my mind,
bodies pirouette in slow motion, tissue quake ensues,
jetting blood through ripped cloth:
“Why? Because it feels so damn good, that’s why.”
I never had much to speak of, dreams, a girl and a piano,
now my girl is dead and all I have left
is a car, a gun and a severed head in a picnic basket.
And in place of dreams, a heart of darkness and
this impregnable death wish…
Categories:
pollutant, allegory, art, death, life,
Form: Blank verse
A child of dreams withdrawn in a state of seclusion
Trudging through with the reliance upon a hand designed delusion
Manufactured emotions man-made potions
Enclosed shores searching for an escape a trap-door
Terrifying inverted confidence in the impurity
Tainted eyes randomly picked to wear a cloned fallacy respectably
Equated to a child’s suffering in the pickings
Of a prescribed abnormality, some would say a self-inflicted malady
Bothersome was the notion that to this problem there was no solution
No magic concoctions;
No self-induced intoxication; to cause a disruption
Of the pollutant that corrupted this child's evolution,
No conclusion only the miss-perceptional seduction ruining this child's
interpretation,
Constantly causing damming confusion:
Could not think pick-up the forgetting drink
Could not breathe smoke the death bringing tree
Could not see bow to the self proclaimed healing seed
Cannot live anymore; so opens a new door,
A new life one this child has grown to adore
Categories:
pollutant, inspirational, life, child,
Form: Lyric