Short Biodegradable Poems

Seeking flexibility in a partner?
Someone quite persuadable? 
   Give me a whirl
   If I'm not your pearl
Toss me out ~ I'm fully biodegradable!...

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For those of us
who'd believe
that the things we
post online
are as digitally 
biodegradable
as the breadcrumbs
left by Hansel and Gretel

Someday,
we may be in for 
a Grimm surprise...

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Dreams leak out of my mannequin head
My twisted plastic limbs are sprawled out on my bed
My expression ever frozen, in a dramatic pose
I'm not biodegradable but I want to decompose
A glue drop on my cheek to emulate a tear
I've been here 10 minutes or maybe 10 years...

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Non exchangeable 
biodegradable 
Given time may be changeable 
However 
Forever 
Insatiable 

Thrashing out the tempo of life
Misses a beat when presented with strife 
Within Private chambers 
initials inscribed 
Etched with a promise 
None but one can revive...

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Betty Barbara Bailey borrowed a bright blue bather from from Benny B. Brooks 
bathroom bashful Betty wore a bright blue biodegradable bikini for  
Benny B. Brooks , who was actually Betty Barbara Bailey , 
a big, beautiful, bodacious, booty-licious boy/girl . 


For contest : Tongue Twister 

December 29, 2020...

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Cigarette
Glass of beer
What tomorrow brings
I start to fear
A run-away train
The tunnel does loom
I sense somehow
Approaching doom
My biodegradable future
Becomes clearer now
I made a mistake
I don't know how
I saw a road
Attractive scene
Most beautiful landscape
Looked so serene

Somewhere there grows a tree
Which will eventually encompass me
Flowers come to my door
But I'm not here
No, not anymore...

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I ate;
I ache;
Now I smell up the air;

passing those flatulent gassy breeze;
Inhaling warm air, burping a bleach;

Constipated, concentrated dreams;
Reality pinching me at the seems;

Evacuated;
Re-leaved myself;
Now I deposited wasted products;

Inhaling warm air, burping a bleach;
Biodegradable stents;

Reality pinching me at the seems;
Constipated, concentrated dreams;

Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018 ©
11/15/18...

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Don’t bury me in an eco-pod
for I am biodegradable already.
Don’t bury me in the earth,
or animal feces I might birth
nor in lead
because while lead is harmless to the dead
it is after all lead.
Don’t bury me under stone,
beneath a stone all alone.
Bury me in fermenting compost,
you may leave my feet 
sticking out just for laughs.
Yes wormy me, good an
germy, awfully squirmy,
until all is dank and smelly,
the I will grow roses 
out of my belly....

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Out they go, rejected plastic
bags and bottles. Off they float,
dispersed. Where to?
  There's no control.
Wind and ocean current swirling,
gathering all those broken
fragments. Human flotsam drawn
together, trafficked at what cost,
deflatable, adrift. Ashore,
  caste unwanted.
Are they biodegradable?
What of their diversity?
Can they be reused? Restored?
Evidence of waste upcycled,
more than plastic identity,
  or plastic credit.
The refuse refugee - is....

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