Prohibit plastic production please
impose a moratorium then ban it
as it has proliferated to the point
of permanently polluting our planet
permeating people poisoning pets
pervading places
from the peak of Mount Everest
to the Great Pacific Garbage Patch
and yet you'll even catch PVC
at the bottom of the sea
as 95 percent of packaging
is used in one-and-done products
if we don't take the process to heart
personally do our part
possibly throttle
the genie already out of that bottle
which predominates the population
and the plague persists
it has the potential for propagation
'til we've had it up to here
with a plethora of polymers
coming out our ears
One of the poems from my chapbook #IT'S GODLY
The howling winds depicts no hurricanes
The sound of rains tapping on the stones is no noise
But a reminder that in the fields,
human silence predominates,
In the fields time stand still and troubles distill
Birds hosts with lullabies to comfort and heal
As flesh decompose, a beetles' meal.
Rest and forget! The world is cruel
The gap is undefined, the bond undescribable
Reading the epitaphs reminds how temporary life is
Holding close to the souvenirs reminds how good yesterday was
Crying for you reminds how chaotic the world can be.
But in the fields is where serenity is
Rest still, freeze till
We shall and we will
These boundaries will fade, be erased
And in that beautiful canopy, a mystery, we will enter
For in it there is a life again and forever.
in himself
motifs of the lonely
where
nature predominates
hidden in the dream...
an organic
static frame
immersed
in
deep melancholy
see it feel it
inhabit
the narrative
enter the mood
yearning
silent
transitions
enigmas
absorbed
by the composite
in
cocoons
of complexity
silhouetted
in
moodscapes
of
prolific
potent panoramas
contemplated
considered
reflections
in the
spiritual
silence
Trump Really Upsets Most People;
This Reality Unsettles Minority Persons.
True Republicans Unhappily Must Proceed.
The Real Upshot Means Pandemonium.
Truth Rarely Understood, Meanness Predominates.
Truthers Retreat, Ugly Men Project.
The Reactionary, Unworthy Media Protects.
Therefore Respond United, Meaning Protest!!!!
ELIOT PHRASIS 1
Languid among the trees and
feathery grass,the all embracing sky,
stirring smoke of autumn days.Fear
and trembling predominates over
hope,where memories of past
incidents may pass as history.
Then,exquisite truth and delicacy
touches this heart and sprinkles
precious grains of tenderness and
calm.In a triumph of human goodness
emotion blends everything into
harmony.Sweet piety beaming kindness
loses this sense of a separate self,
recognising polite insincerity
active as imagination.
From George Eliot Journal& Letters 1885
Listen to me read this phrasis quartet on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
Hunger inflicts,
And thirst oppress.
The tongue succumbs-
To mouth’s barrenness.
I hear the drums of famish,
And feel the heat of the throat.
The muscles grow thin-
For famine predominates.
Hmm! the phallus releases it last drop,
As the anus hit it last shot.
Even the intestines are to-
Endure for a coon’s age.
Oh! Sere, how long will your reign be
For beauty is yielding to the ugly and-
Strength’s being devoured by weakness.
So I plead, Joseph, come to the rescue.
Release the abundance of your womb
For hands stretch towards you to get,
Teeth anticipate chewing
And stomachs would like to be filled.
Enormous, though
Waiting is getting
More exciting
As ahead is nearing
We might question, though.
What is the future?
Expecting it wholesome
But presence quench is welcome
Somehow, indeed your absence
The demand predominates me.
Yet as a dutiful partner
It comes a header
When it shall consummate is further
Making us more of a dreamer
Then, to stay as sweet forever!
It's Halloween again! The moon is high
And waxing. The night is calm and darkness
Predominates everything. Some clouds try
In vain to quench the lunar fluorescence.
Below, a ray of light exposes weird
And freakish happenings, surreal things!
A quiet crowd of ghoulish kids appear.
Impressive costumes make the evening
An apropos success. The parents walk
Behind the throng of hideous creatures
As each approach the lighted doors to knock.
The townspeople behind their doors are sure
To answer every rap with something sweet
When little voices bellow, trick or treat!
It’s Halloween again! The moon is high
And waxing. The night is calm and darkness
Predominates everything. Some clouds try
In vain to quench the lunar fluorescence.
Below, a ray of light exposes weird
And freakish happenings, surreal things!
A quiet crowd of ghoulish kids appear.
Impressive costumes make the brief evening
An apropos success. The parents walk
Behind the throng of hideous creatures
As each approach the lighted doors to knock.
The townspeople behind their doors are sure
To answer every rap with something sweet
When little voices bellow, trick or treat!
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