Short Cartons Poems

From bottles, to cartons and cans
  Can't we do better than that, man?

From paper to plastic, then to recycling
  Let us now go from motor cars to bicycling...

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Actually a rondolet

Grainy photos
On milk cartons of missing kids
Grainy photos
In the hopes that somebody knows
Where they are now and who they're with
Parents prayers enclosed within
Grainy photos


2/20/12
Received 2nd place in PD's poem of the week contest...

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I open bottles of beer
And empty their content
Twist tops

I put their caps back on 
They look complete
Screw tops

I stand the bottles back up
In their cartons
Until I have 100 bottles lined up

They look full
They look whole
These empty bottles

I call them the us Senate
I smell the stench of the empty bottles and
I burp

I urinate...

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Morning eggs arrayed
in their cartons.
Cold domed power-plants
in their laboratory-white shells.
I try not to dwell
on the still humming embryology.
The unknown waits inside the oval
until it cracks open.
Is that a spindrift of red in the yoke?
Maybe it’s just ova solar activity,
a flesh flare, as the egg is unshelled.
I watch for signs of a struggle to fly....

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Once in Home Depot
I was in the lighting aisle,
when a horde of aproned workers
descended down from a quarter mile 
With hundreds of cartons of bulbs,
They were very bright I guess
I had to jump out of the way,
My bundles now a mess
So now you know how
It got the name, but one 
thing more I must say,
They would not take cash,
I had to charge it all that day....

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My bathroom isn’t big enough
For boxes filled with files,
Though someone’s bathroom we all know
Has cartons stacked in piles.

The government’s top secrets
Share a space, perhaps, with Charmin,
Or Renuzit, Dove or Lysol,
All incredibly alarmin.’

For the guests at Mar-a-Largo,
If a bathroom they were needing,
We must hope they didn’t poke around
In search of some light reading....

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I save old calendars,
Hey, you never know,
Time might slip backwards,
So where else could you go?
For planning, etc.,
You'd have to call me,
And I'd make good money,
From my calendar fee

I don't save old bandaids,
Milk cartons or beer cans,
That would be silly,
Like saving old pots and pans

So keep me in mind,
If backwards we go,
Cause I'll be the one,
You'll have to know!!...

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This Poem Is Trash

Stinky winky yellow spots on rusty tinnies
Mouldy food on smelly plastic
Damp paper and rubber lactic
That the mice think fantastic
Gooey substance iridescent
Cartons glowing so florescent
Furry knobs being unpleasant
Fingers grubby very sticky
Shifting ugly and so tricky
Feeling sick and rather yucky
Uttering words from the bible
Invoking help from St Michael
To sort another weeks recycle...

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Little Cartons, Little Sacks

 
The mug of tea I drank at six,
the tea that drives me to the train,
needs a refill. At my desk,
I don’t do much. I wait
for lunch when every day
I eat so much the waitress gawks.
She doesn’t realize the years
till supper. Then I’ll dine alone again,
bolt everything that I bring home
in little cartons, little sacks.
After supper she’s not there
when the couch becomes my slab 
till bed becomes my mausoleum
 

Donal Mahoney...

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i awakened to the flapping 
of the broken screen door 
as the snow man's nose vanished 

the wind blew empty cartons ribbons 
and boxes christmas lights grew dem 
rusty chimes whispered behind 

a wooden shack and rows of
old stone home's as winter rose 
over the good tidings festive gatherings 

meeting me at the street light 
with no mittens i'd ask for a bit of sun 
a warm breeze above winter's crisp 

bitterness charming i suppose 
putting my hands back in my pockets...

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Dirty Old Town

Beer Cans, Soda Cans,
Food cartons on the street.
Cigarette packs and tab ends,
Litter and filth under feet.

Scumbags, Fly-tippers,
People who just don’t care,
Defile my once proud town,
Disgust me beyond compare.

Dog foul, Dog dirt,
Excretions adorn my path.
Please take your rubbish home,
Don’t spit in my face and laugh.

Dirty town, filthy town,
It wasn’t always like this.
“But, we have no money or resources”
This Government, you take the piss....

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Can we please change the channel 
I cant stand watching this crap
The news is boring switch over to MTV
Top story today a teenage suicide bomber kills 22 children on a Bus
Now back to MTV exclusives
Where Paris Hilton is attempting to count to 3
Thats hot, It is where your heading b/s best friend
And later
Lady Gaga,s new video where she is dressed in nothing but
milk cartons because she cares sick bad about the plight
of run away children
Is it me or has the whole world gone mad...

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