Baby Pollution Poems

Note this poem was written some time ago but I was sick and deleted my site.  I have been patiently reposting my poems since...

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Swinging watch of a hypnotist

Look into my eyes
You’re falling into a deep deep sleep
Forget who you are

In a red tie
I duck out my work backdoor

Stop
Stare
To...

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she's lost in vast ocean    
aimless she swims around   
this sea-cow all alone   
her mum cannot be found...

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My fingers feverishly racing over the keys,
Searching for the words…the right words
To express in verse my embattled pleas
On behalf of endangered animals and birds.

I was...

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Different generations 
Different life styles
From deficiency to abundance
From neglect to care
From basic education to higher education
From man monopolization to women arising
From single income bearers to...

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RE:  Shell’s ‘seismic survey' on the Wild Coast

A voice for the sentient creatures of the ocean:
It is hoped that the following poem will reach...

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Blow loud your whistles, beat your drums,
Make noise, you inconsiderate scums!
Fatigued workers been resting above,
Wake them all up with ear piercing show!

Sleeping mother with baby...

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Burn
by Michael R. Burch

for Trump

Sunbathe,
ozone baby,
till your parched skin cracks
in the white-hot flash
of radiation.

Incantation
from your pale parched lips
shall not avail;
you made this hell.
Now burn.

Keywords/Tags: burn,...

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Survival
I lay there still.
Against my will.
Feeling the warmth of his breath.
The stench of alcohol permeating the room.
I keep my eyes closed because I cannot feel...

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By: Moji Agha -- June 24, 2016 -- Tucson, Arizona

Last dusk at a small Tucson park, my 3-year-old dear friend, Rafi,
insisted unhesitatingly on imitating, no,...

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The innocence is transfusing
and overturning 
the goat skin drums
children of the mills,
children of the junkyard,
alone, 
and savaging
and we keep filling them with
mercury, nitrate, espestice, baby...

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Stinky-Butt crawls
like a snail and leaves a trail.
My baby brother.




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The marriage becoming a mirage
Shaking the sitting place of God
Full of thrones in the bed of roses
Dimming the glittering Heaven
Roses fading in buds and beds
Gal...

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It's hard to feel 
the sunshine 
When your 
standing in the 
rain
It's hard to 
taste the 
sweetest wine
When it's 
chased with 
bitter pain
It's hard to...

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