Fear Pollution Poems

In the vast expanse of cosmic grace,
Our tiny world spins, a fragile embrace.
Mankind, a speck on this celestial stage,
Contemplates its destiny with hope and rage.

Do...

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"A music group has transformed the words of this poem into a heartfelt song, it's recorded in the audio sound"

One of the radical conditions for...

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PACHAMAMA                     by Les Pick (Apuchin)...

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Yes, we’ve got the message
But what of its passage?
From your factories vapor
That does not foster rapport:
To residents a mission
Cushioning the emission…

I fear rearing stalemate 
And...

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Ashes and Thirst

Evil comes in all shapes, and all sizes. 
We have all heard this many times... before. 
But how truly large, or small can...

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The NY EBS

There is talk of war. 
There is rumor and propaganda. 
There is concern and worry. 
No one wants to die. 
No one wants...

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Endless Thirst

The world is shaking, 
but I am not. 
The world is afraid, 
but fear, 
feeds itself... 

The sky is blue, 
and the clouds are...

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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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When night hands over the baton,
Dawn rushes to the horizon,
To steal shimmer and rose gold,
From the palette of the sun.

He attires her in rays of...

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What right is it 
of Man to challenge 
creations unknowable plans… 

Is it not the will of vanity 
to keep all in the dark 
or...

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Act Eight, Chapter One. Part Three
                Part of a grander...

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This land of entitlement, 
entertainment and enterprise 
lost burnt broken...despised 
skeletal structures reaching 
griping, clutching, scraping the infernal sky.
arcane factories sit on horizons 
haunt like...

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A god mended in string and wired corsets, armature. 
The blackened police the striders in the dark… 
a crippled plaything, 
a hymn of the tourniquet...

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We dream of rain 
in a dry season 
under the setting sun
We harvest bitter grains, 
Embittered flesh.
Under a tyrannical son, 
we dream of rain in...

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It was always for the dyeing.
See the amazing 
two headed asexual 
gang of socialite housewives 
revealed on prime time
for their anti-social media 
love for handguns...

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