I can see all pest
Piles of flotsam and jetsam
Users final rest.
All along
Life is like a candle in the wind
Encountering dangers sometimes
Life is fragile like a glass
Sometimes feeble and sickly
Life is like a messy rubbish dump
Sometimes uncertain and aimless
Life is like a sudden rain which comes like fate
Always unforcasted and helpless
Life is like a beggar
Always begging for more
Life is like a prayer
Sometimes with great expectations
However
Life can become an iron bar
Not easily bent, strong and firm
If you've a strong faith in god
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
I accidentally ate, consumed, chew in,
A thesaurus, a synonymopedia.
And ever since then, at that moment, by that time,
My words, vocabulary, sayings just sublime.
So when I talk, speak, utter a voice to someone,
I use informed, spiced, educated English.
I use big, humangous, enormous words
And synonyms like 'food carrier' instead of dish.
And instead of idiot, fool, stupid person,
I found better words like Vladimir Putin, Donald Trump...
And I now use words like geographic waste disposal centre
Instead of cheap words like rubbish dump.
It's awesome, fantastic, awe-inspiring,
How my language, grammar, vocabulary has developed.
It really is supercalifragilisticexpialidocious,
How my wisdom, philosophical understanding has emerged!
Sun so hot yet smog blocks it out,
Car fumes fill the air make you choke,
Oil spills that destroy the ocean life,
Birds, fish dolphins and wales die in it,
Rubbish that blows in the wind,
Fly tipping in beauty spots,
We need to do something.
The ozone is damaged a plaster wont fix it,
Weather getting more extreme,
Hurricanes and tornadoes more often and stronger,
Droughts that kill crops, animals and people,
Flooding more often in places you wouldnt think of,
The summers getting hotter enough to cause fires,
Winter colder, wetter and longer it seems,
Rain forests decimated.
Mother earth is fighting back saying "clean it up".
Earth is our home not a rubbish dump,
Protests, shouting and riots dont do anything to help,
Groups all over the world can help to clean it up,
Use less cars to travel around,
Walk, cycle even use public transport would help,
Recycle use the bins,
Small things help a lot,
Mother earth really needs our help.
A New poetry form invented by Aggie in Malaysia. She named it Chinky - My first try, and not a very good one. My gerund at the beginning is incorrect.
Regret is prowess burned in rubbish dump,
on life’s immense archive of dreg debris.
Who would desire to scavenge refuse, pump
and bring again for everyone to see?
Why waste my treasured time to nurse regret?
Why waste my treasured time to nurse regret?
For future days, my one and only plea
that yesterday’s charade shall pose no threat,
and coming days shall count as victory.
Regret is prowess burned in rubbish dump.
Boomi Jack
Boomi Jack he wasna slack,
Called Boomi some of the time,
He thought he’d be a liberal hack,
Crawl right in the masters hide,
He figgered he’d look good,
If he praised the liberal way of thinking,
The moral cost when your rights were lost,
Wack it over the worker, without blinking?
Of course he thought that he was smart,
To drop the workers pay,
Get um contract, catch-em Bart,
The cheapest wage, hey hay,
You think the God of men would like?
This cheating way of life,
Next time your turn upon the bike,
Be cheated, blow yer fife?
So back to darkest Africa,
Fishing in the rubbish dump,
Here you be a little sad one, ah,
Sow bad, you reap, the chump….
Don
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