Tree Pollution Poems

I was walking down the neighbourhood,
reminiscing how it all
used to be where we made believe
that we were nymphs in a wood,
except the once moist earth...

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Tale of two Cracks 
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Farmers Heel crack
S C R E A Ms
Bountiful harvest 
is no time to rest  
From Farm to Market
Middlemen exploit 
Money...

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They left me in the woods…a simple game of hide-and-seek, only there was no reciprocation. I’ve been here for so long, the imprints my knees...

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I
If you accept your environment
You become the universe too
Much as fish and whale do
One cannot talk of a marine creature
Its zest, zeal, lust for life...

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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...

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Metropolitan city, a fast-paced city   
            Tantalizing desires, dazzling fame stealthily bound...

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The soil is dreaming in a silent technicolour, 
peaceful and alone. It exhales, gently without the tragic 
trampling of mankind snapping roots, without the world...

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It's a new day, a new Christmas eve party streaming live
 when Santa had to drink, Kahlua and cream, tequila to survive
to warm him up,...

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*One very early Christmas morning long ago and far away, I was hard(ly) at work again. In the spirit of the season, and being a...

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Trees were our tortoise shell,
Which down-down we fell;
We stand now on dead stems,
Cheering – See, we’re free!! 


Aug. 16, 2020 
Strand Completely New (23), Any...

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DON’T IGNORE THE NECK
One may not have in mind that 
As we struggle to create convenient ways of survival in comfort
We are stabbing our lives...

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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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Th' Crick is dryin’ Up.

Ah got this Stick, ah call a Tree, stuck in th' mud:
Decorated it with dental floss, well za could
‘Cause there’s so...

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Beautiful berry bushes have grown renegade all over our yard.
Garden catalogs call them this, it is not a name I made up.  They are...

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Wayward lightning conceives a fiery stream.
Owl retreats to a gash atop a great elephant's tree.
From purple mountain to shimmering sea.
The blaze eats deeply into a...

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