When in the U.S.A.,
and morning has broken,
'I'll fix breakfast,'
are the words I heard spoken.
In reply, I would say,
“To the kitchen I'll repair,
mend the coffee
and, then, when I'm there,
what's more, I can restore
the trash within our dustbin,
just refurbish the rubbish,
and take it out, or leave it in.”
I can see all pest
Piles of flotsam and jetsam
Users final rest.
Wobble chops in 99, was driving cars and doing fine'
He'd was in 'top gear' where his sweaters looked drear
On a roll, he was always really; ready to talk and stroll
Smugness poured out of him, he may be deaf from his own din
Also discontent I saw' he changed loyaltys as a revolving door
Rover built the 75, it was easy on the eye, orders just began to fly
A solid build the people liked, time for old wobble chops to strike.!
Its like a doctors car he groaned, him all grimace and stone dead tone
Causing orders to dry up quick, bashing British Jeremy thick.'
Clarkson you should have been banned' pushing rover into quicksand
Causing so many jobs to die, pompous twit are you satisfied.?
San Mateo Rubbish Dump
What was it like when the shooting started?
What was it really like?
How did it sound from where we were stood
Way back then now a rubbish dump
But then hills valleys trees grass
Enemy positions a battle ground
Where such killing wounding history
How did it sound when the shooting started?
San Mateo Landfill atop Shotgun Road
Now full of rubbish back then full of war
If we listen can we hear the shots shouts
Sounds of war killing death silence…
SELL OUT Nick Armbrister new book out soon
Yes , got the writing bug back
Can do this in spades all day and night
Without even taking a break
None of which makes any sense
Barely less worth reading or writing down
But matter's not as on and on and on I go
Though I yes should most probably and
definitely stop
But then again I am off the clock this is
in fact both my hobby and day off
And I just like everybody else who doesn't
have anyone to talk to like sounding off
Until tomorrow comes and I then also realize
why no 1 is willing to listen
And the exact reason why then becomes
clearly apparent
Sadly unfortunately I spout the biggest
load of unadulterated nonsensical rubbish
That if the computer I am writing on
has a choice would freeze leaving only
a message that read
Though I may be a computer sometimes
you have to be cruel to be kind
Sorry to have to inform you this but
you are forcing my computer chip's
into wanting to shut down
The road sweepers
Giggled happily
While collecting and carrying rubbish
With a one wheel cart
The construction workers
Sweated heavily
While collecting and carrying bricks
With a one wheel cart
As children
We played secretly
With the one wheel cart
Carrying inside a little girl as a bride
And the cart rolled and rolled
Until it disappeared from our eyes
Together with our child brides
Maybe with only some heartbroken memories left
To this progressive world
I see no point in continuing
to put pen to paper
my words far too weighty
to float to the surface to be seen
from the depths
where I was damned to dwell
tossed into the abyss like rubbish
toes and thumbs tied together
proving my innocence
of any malfeasance
at the expense of my existence
gazing up helplessly
at the soles of shoes
affixed to the feet of those fortunate
to have been born with the ability
to walk across water quite easily
who never bother to look down
as I drown
Advertised as an Estate Sale
Which I took to mean
Not just yard sale discards.
Here are some
Of the things you could obtain:
Aluminum baking pans
Plastic punch bowl
Four segments of track from a train set
Discolored tea-towels with embroidered edges
Christmas themed throw pillow
Velvet painting of sailing ships
Flimsy dollar-store wall mirror
Cheaply framed picture of Jesus
A used tire with "free" sign taped to it
Tupperware, a bit stained
Tiny shelf for back of toilet
Chipped bowls and plates
Mismatched spoons
Wobbly lawn chair
Book club mystery with coffee cup circle
Bread basket, slightly crushed
Half a box of staples
Cookie tin, rusty inside
Fragile teacup with handle glued back on
Melamine resin plates
VHS tapes in sun-faded boxes.
The leavings of a life
Can certainly be sad.
The mower will weed the grass
To let the flower plants grow
To let the flowers blossom
To beautify the garden
To give us a better view
To please our eyes
To give us delights
The weeds have to be weeded
And so the bad habits of the children
Throwing rubbish
So that the garden is weed free and rubbish free
Maybe the mower and the early stage of education
Should go together
When the children are still small
The forest fire
Is everyone concern
Even it is too far away to be seen
But the air becomes haze
But the surroundings become dusty
But the weather becomes dry and hot
But the skin becomes sticky
And we soon feel thirsty and drowsy
And the same will come with
Burning rubbish in the open air
And the “same” will come with
The spreading of an epidermic too
Buy Rubbish,
Trash the planet.
Don't buy rubbish,
Save the planet.
Save money,
Save the planet,
Waste money,
Waste the planet.
Share what you have,
Save the planet,
Don't share what you have,
Don't save the planet.
Plant a tree,
Save the planet,
Cut down more than one tree,
Risk the planet.
Sand cool and gritty underfoot,
Pebbles here and there,
The odd shell peeking out,
The beach can be a wonderful place,
It its treated right.
Buried in the sand are hidden dangers,
Broken glass, plastics and cigarette butts,
Your rubbish you left behind,
Dont you care.
Needles discarded and buried in the sand,
Sand used like a toilet by dogs and humans alike,
Dirty nappies thrown down,
That's dirty,
Dont you care.
Clean up after yourselves,
Dont leave your rubbish behind,
Show you care.
Capitalism is rubbish. Socialism is much worse.
Fascism with nationalism are so bad, of course.
I was looking for nice and positive with "ism" .
Went through everything. And found one- Nudism!
Gritty shore pops foamy words
Sends fantasy back to sea
Drifting flotsam overboard
Swept casually
in hind sight
now when i sit down and
go over the
past in my mind
i have come to realize
that i never truly
loved you
i have also discovered
that i was never happy
with you ever because you
had this way of
making me fell bad about
myself from the very start
i am glad you decided to leave
good riddance to bad rubbish
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