~ To the melody of
Over the River
and through the Woods ~
Over polluted rivers
and fire-ravaged woods
To pay last respects
to Nature we go
We see many birds ailing
and chipmunks a-wailing
Downed power lines
crackling, you know...
So, we've canceled our journey
and now we're returning
It's already started to snow
It if gets any deeper
it'll kill the Spring creatures
and that'll be the final death-blow
there's a green space on
-the grounds covered in shopping
bags burns trash in air
1/28/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
there's a green space on
the grounds covered in shopping
bags burning trash air
polluted it seems
the rivers oceans and streams
pollutions man made
on fire can't breathe
so we drink dirty waters
cause that's all that's left
1/25/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
I
Newtown, South Africa, may inspire some day
Through this time here, I must turn senses away
From adults sending kids to buy "loose smokes"
And even ears from women cussing moms, sex jokes!
II
For inspiration, I must remember to look up also
Clouds always yield forms, names, games galore
And away from plastics, pollution ... naturally
Trash trucks come each Wednesday; ignored outstandingly
III
To each clump of Acacia; hail beaten patch of cacti;
Sole tree that comorants dry their wings on, daily
And note how Nature, Life, does not quit ... growing
As we must: quiet lotuses in fens with slime ... flowing
I’VE WASH MY SINS IN THE POLLUTED WATERS OF SHAME- Now Jesus Came and Wash Them Clean--
I’ve wash my sins in the polluted waters of shame
I wash my hands influential used, toilet water;
Dirty, filthy, rancid… I confess my messes…
I place my face inside an oven;
And grossly minded InterVision;
I sleep in color tinted glasses;
I confess my messes… dirty, filthy, rancid…
Shallow are the blood flowing through my veins
Blacken in the heart, my grief is my fame;
I’m a person with your name;
And when I die, my spirit rise giving up my true-self;
I die no I’m relived God has taken back His breathe;
Be that as it may, I reap and reach not;
My true-self doesn’t rot;
No longer on this world’s earthen clock;
I’m not gone, I am here my true self;
Resting in the arms of Christ;
I’m just a beginner;
I am your sinner;
I’ve wash my sins in the polluted waters of shame
7/23/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
Written for project North Omaha Writer’s Group assignment 2019©
I confess…
This city is the reason why cancer exists
I tend to build buildings too high
And you burn too much coal,
Thinking every room needs to be warm
So I confess…
My lungs are beginning to feel the toll
I feel trapped
And you have hidden every key possible
Believing that I won’t be able to see deceit through smoke
I know rain isn’t supposed to feel like this
But we are the reason it has no regard for preservation;
Our skin isn’t supposed to burn like this
We along with this city will dissolve into each other
The ground isn’t supposed to shake like this
Maybe we will fall through the cracks
I confess…
We will disappear as the sun did years ago
I am simply waiting
And you, you have been hiding beneath ignorance
Hoping that we will have a place to go after all of this is done
So I confess…
I stopped planning for the future the day the sun refused to come back
I forgot how to love as soon as the color of the leaves began to turn in summer
I knew my mind became infected the day the water became contaminated
I confess…
This isn’t the first time that I have damned a city
Cosmo's watchful eye
Observes every crime of Man
Due retribution *
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 June 2018
*Yesterday,was the World Day of the Environment and the Secretary General of the United Nations declared that till 2050 the Oceans will have more plastic than fish!
She was polluted on in the inside,
tainted from thoughts of suicide.
Infectious diseases had arrived,
only contamination survived.
Her toxicity had become contagious,
as her madness became outrageous.
She wore an illness that wouldn’t heal,
and impurity is all she did feel.
She felt dirty like a foul water,
she once was the prodigal daughter.
Now she was corrupted and unclean,
But to me she was a friendly fiend.
Unsanitary thoughts resided in her mind,
for she was poison and love combined.
Sullied from childhood rash abhor,
though it’s her I’ll always adore.
It’s not her fault she was contaminated,
it’s the way she was accidently created.
She wore ebony wings instead of white,
and savored darkness instead of light.
There were reasons for her torment,
her happiness had always been dormant.
She once was beautiful and kind,
her constellations used to be aligned.
Though she was sick I’ll always love,
now she rests gently up above.
No longer polluted on the inside,
made clean from committing suicide.
Contamination Contest
April 8, 2018
Executed When Polluted
What we finally decided to do when polluted,
Was to make a decision and have it diluted;
Desperate deed,
And never feed;
Eventually all of the culprits were executed.
Jim Horn
POLLUTED HEART
Thirsty soil parches in scorching summer
Sucks liquid crystal drops of sparkling rain
Stores in deep aquifer pure groundwater
Brought to surface, pure it doesn’t remain
From humans contaminants it obtains.
Lone heart freezes in the dark of winter
Blooms in joy when colors of spring enter
Weaves tapestry of pristine love within
Abused by black mist of lust it welters
In polluted heart love stops to flow clean.
April 1, 2018
Syllable count: 10 each line
Rhyme : ababb ccdcd
Not Refuted Was Polluted
What they said and can never be refuted;
Air and entire environment was polluted;
Here and there;
Also everywhere;
What we need to do is have it diluted.
Jim Horn
Polluted mind
I read a little but many forget
I lost my memory earliest…..
The dustbin of my mind,
I’m not disposing
Unwanted remembrance
Why not going….
The thing that I want to forget
But some factor is there
Stopping everywhere…….
What is solution that
I’m trying to find…….
What is the fact?
Polluted my mind…..
Ashumit k.v.
21/3/2016
(India)
River left High Peaks
drank too much mill-wheel-squeak and
threw up in the sea
It rained rose red blood as
overwhelmed skies wept
in disbelief as to the dastardly
depths humankind had fallen,
as jazz hands ignore the signs\
of ignorant garbage tripping
an earth in retrograde dumps
mindlessly burying an epic fail
mid plastic strewn parking lots,
paved of filthily neglected density,
shrouded 'tween polluted disregard
Just a polluted spirit
Still afloat
Still free
You've shaken
You've rattled
You shattered me
You've torn
You've pushed
You've battered me
I'm still free, oh, I'm still free
This is me, oh, this is me
But I've embraced the insanity
Thought my life would end
But I took it in my hand
Guided it
Mangled it
Turned it around
Took the bad
And took the evil
Didn't let it bring me down
I'm still free, oh, I'm still free
This is me, oh, this is me
Overcame constant fear
All worn but not broken
Come out a better man
A free mind
A free soul
A free person as a whole
Going to live
Going to die
Going to be still free
This is me, oh, this is me
Free to be, oh, free like me
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