a thought strikes a match
nothing much, a little flame
moths alter their course
someone whispers, what if this—
the curtain catches the light
a balloon inflates
sky requires another sun
string loosens, goes slack
already counting the stars
on the backs of envelopes
morning finds the chairs
still facing yesterday's stage
confetti in shoes
someone refolds promises
along familiar creases
after all, a spade
fits superbly well in hand
soil under the nails
the gate can't bend or unhinge
rain dons handle with slippers
no trumpets today
the kettle attends to rain
a chipped cup, still warm
someone has darned the elbow
of the coat we nearly threw
Vaccuming every
inch of yourself
They vacuumed
everything
Every inch they
think is
dirt
Vaccum it all up and
throw it in the trash
Watch it all go in the garbage
Watch as they
threw away
Every part of you you
spent years building
Gone because they think it was
never good enough
Cleaning a room you
took so long to decorate
They
Vaccum it all up
Put everything in
boxes and bags
Throw it in the
donate pile
Donate the very thing that makes
you, you
to someone else
Let it get
recycled
Maybe
someone else can
fix it
Someone else can
have it
Maybe they won’t be
judged and
hurt
That’s fine
You aren’t
you anymore
You’re in
garbage bags
and boxes labeled
donate
You’re just
the vessel
You, were the person who
they
donated
and threw away
The keep pile
Is as empty
As your heart
After you let them
Throw
Away
Everything that made
You, you.
All cause you let them
control you
at every chance
nature recycles life
nothing is wasted
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
birth -life -death ^
afterlife cycling ~~~~~
my recycle bin
impassive, stolid sentinel...
suddenly submerged,
glutted with Christmas flyers
screaming consumerism
Recycling technique:
Reuse large plastic bottles
To plant vegetables.
I swear tout de suite,
that...
My noddle ain't petabyte
But just a condign floppy disk.
So I could swiftly flush out some memories,
And retain only what's necessary.
I swear I wanna draft some boundries.
As much as I need a reclying bin, and depositary
In my head.
Israel, ever the pariah ~
since the days of Jeremiah
Recycling and reusing, it's time to take a stand
For our world and our future, let's give Mother Earth a helping hand
We've got plastic and cloth, that can do so much good
So let's recycle and reuse, like responsible folks should
Plastic bags and bottles, don't throw them away
They can be transformed, and repurposed in a new way
Maybe a new bag, or even some patio furniture
When we recycle and reuse, the possibilities are pure adventure
Clothes are another, that can be saved from the dump
Just because they're out of style, doesn't mean they're a chump
Donate them to those in need, or even swap with a friend
Reusing clothes is smart, as it helps resources extend
Recycling and reusing, it's a noble thing to do
Let's all come together, and make this our value
For our planet and its people, let's make a stand
Recycling and reusing, a future we can all understand.
I
Since Martin Luther
It's rather simple
Only One Savior
Not Mother, Angel,
W. Branham or Joanna Southcott!
Sins antidote: Jesus's Blood
II
Born in 1750, Southcott
At 64 claimed pregnancy
With Messiah "Shiloh"
This "Panacea" christianity
Led to her death: delusion
Even claiming 144,000 only
Was the number to be saved
From Earth? Heresy is recycled, sadly!
But not plastic & polluting rubbish
Especially in my South Africa
NOTE: since Luther, a simple equation can help Christians, fur Jesus needs help from NO M/OTHER, angel, or false Messiahs (some 40 in Jewish Encyclopaedia):
Jesus + 0 = Salvation
Note 2: if your "Jesus" needs help from any other force, that Jesus is not God, so worship that superior force, & God is merciful (if/when we truly don't know better). Shalom shalom Blessings
We dump waste
To recycle, remade or reuse
But we hide our feelings deep in the heart
Never mean for recycling
Happiness to be appreciated, to be remembered
And sadness to be discarded
Or to be transformed into an experience or a lesson
We keep our knowledge in mind
Never to be polished after retirement
But the world is changing every minute
Some old knowledge have to be
Recycled, improved, reused or discarded
We adopted old habits and beliefs
Without ever dropping them
But old habits and beliefs have to be sieved
Those beneficial and true remain
Recycling will yield experience, new knowledge and truth
Which will indeed lead to a happier life
People say oldies are hoarders
They collect miscellaneous Throughout the years
Knowledge,experience and utensils
The whole family contributes to the collections
They are memorable
They are precious
Electrical appliances,dresses and shoes
Souvenirs,books and certificates
Piled up the space
They seem to be very rich
With a small gallery
We also fall into this category
But recently we send away all the litters
To the recycling centres and welfare centres
Helping others
Few men are poor
But unluckily riches on earth are
corrupted
By devils
Nature's the beginning and end of life
Consummate wisdom nature recycles
Summer's zenith fecundity is rife
Orbital spin seasonal revival.
Spring and summer glorious renaissance
Freshly beautiful with colours galore
My heart uplifted a joyful response
Magnificent moments to be adored.
Orbital spin brings autumn and winter
Orange rust debris falls littering ground
Recycled autumn, weather turns bitter
We are riding nature's merry-go-round.
Snow softly falling white landscape relished
Deep winter sleep, nature rejuvenates
Spring will arrive buoyantly replenished
All fate does Mother Nature orchestrate.
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Garbage accumulated days and months
Money burnt away in bags
From dumpsters to dumpsters
From houses to houses
From factories to factories
Old objects, food remains
Chemical, medical and radioactive waste
Gathered in bags and trucks
Many are hazardous and non-recycle
Showing extreme selfishness and extravagance of man
Inside the garbage incinerator
Memories sway away
Like calendar is torn off
Page by page
Day by day
But
Memories can be recycle
Till fresh and complete
Not torn like the calendar forever
A day off from the calendar you feel sad
Because you're losing some more time
But a pinch from the memories
You feel happy
Because you are gaining back
Some time from the past
Whenever I remember her
As though she is still alive
And we are playing hide and seek
Under a big banyan tree
During happy childhood
55 years ago
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