April Pollution Poems

My favored Muse
mysteriously asks
muted
kinda sexist
win/lose 
either/or 
complex bilateral questions.

Oppositional
defiant
nearly despairing quests
exploring why I have yet to find
Faith
Hope
or delightful Joy
as names for a boy

Who might be...

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earth turned bald.
skyscrapers loom bold.
waste hideously piled.
toxins profusely spilled.
nature cruelly defiled.
we stand greatly appalled!

April. 4. 2023

Bite Size Poem.No.61. Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Line Gauthier...

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Out with infighting and lack of general respect,
Let’s restore our Congressional reputation
Rank partisanship and grandstanding
While padding their own coffers, I expect!

Let’s rid ourselves of all...

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A cold wintry day in mid-April
The weatherman says it's uncommon,
Temperatures ought to be much higher
For this time of the year.
Storms sweeping across the south
Millions of...

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Last evening, I noticed the Ohio River is sighing
As its waters flowed lazily toward the west,
I wondered if old rivers might fear their dying.

They tell...

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A flurry grays the April air
as clouds of speckles swirl and mate,
euphoric, blazing, unaware

of windshields on the interstate
hurtling through their fevered storm. 
These whirlwind-wings pursuing...

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Pollution is found in our rivers and seas
Of raw chemical waste and plastic
Toxic pesticides are killing the bees.

Mother Earth is down on her knees
This man...

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Covid-

nineteen came,

earth breaths with ease, 

Man dreams of old days to

return!








© Demetrios Trifiatis 
      27 APRIL 2020...

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Earth met Covid-nineteen the other day

she wished a lot of thanks to it to say

as could now take a deep breath

it seemed to have escaped...

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IF Man, the epitome of creation, was supposed to be

Obviously, something must have gone wrong with Divinity’s plan

For how else can we explain the unleash...

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Can't breath

air is foul

my voice sounds hoarse

I am suffocating,

help me!*








© Demetrios Trifiatis
     23 APRIL 2020  

* Late last night I...

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authentic nature

soothes my mystical spirit ...

trash distracts us both





April 21, 2020
Let the Pens Flow - Haiku
Jenish Somadas...

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The horses of life are halted
Something, most certainly, world has never wanted

Humans are locked inside their houses
They are forced to give time to their spouses

Schools...

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Aerial dribs and drabs, a sidewalk canvas
As a toddler chases bubbles her mother blows
       from confectionary soap,
Fluttering fluidity in...

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Noise, Noise, Noise
That’s all I ever hear
It’s getting so loud and intrusive, that I begin to fear
How much more noise can my ears take
As I...

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