Short Dumpsters Poems
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Went to Wal-Mart to buy a Christmas ham
All I could find was a giant traffic jam
Near the toys__decorations
By my calculations
Come day after Christmas, dumpsters see cram
Man Mocks
Walking in streets, hungry, hopes in dumpsters.
Social storms, norms… man mocks like monsters.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 21, 2010
Poetic form: Crysalline
Pigeons scour from high
Ailanthus strives with concrete
to blend greenery with stone
Streetlights announce dusk
as critters stalk ripe dumpsters
under a moonless night cloak
Judger's Pass
Home in streets, hopes in dumpsters, life caste.
Social storms, norms strained… judger's pass.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 22, 2010
Poetic form: Crysalline
Olives, pickles, and flaming dumpsters
along with broken light bulbs covered in cheese
Donut ghosts flying alongside fedoras
filled with rubber chickens
Socks that can produce cottage cheese
and finally, notebooks eating grapes
I pray for my daughters when I die
They will have to clean this place.
They might rip it apart
Bring in six dumpsters from space.
Hire men to begin throwing.
A ferocious disgrace.
Not understanding at all
What their parents were about.
But we will be deceased,
So there will be no need to pout.
barbeque ruined seagulls have no respect.
An old write of mine, which I decided to post. Seemed topical with all the barbequing that is going on. Also, I have never seen so many seagulls. Apparently, they are extra hungry due to the fact restaurants have been closed ~no dumpsters to raid.
Meat and potatoes grind
In the dimly lit alleys of my mind
Under the lobster tails and lemon rind
Inside dumpsters filled with refuse enshrined
Childhood demons loosely confined
Are darkly intertwined
With my dark shadow well defined
Tagging wall with phrases unkind
They are always there to remind
Memories I’ve tried to leave behind
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
Tithing untested talents to tyrants;
Heaving hearts and minds in Humpty dumpsters
With vibrant energy and emotional overload,
As sensible as armadillos playing on a road,
To forge a Nirvana from breathless life.
Maunder not over permanent silence:
So, what are a few children, more or less?
Let not debate impede virtue’s progress:
Free speech is Utopia's enema!
Homeless Feral Cats,
Wandering around cities,
Know no love or compassion,
From human beings.
Dumpsters become their food bowls;
Car engines, often warm beds.
Occasional mouse
Or squirrel may make a meal;
Then again it may elude.
The dumpsters have more
Tasty entrees to savor;
Like eggs, beef, steak or chicken.
Wandering hoboes,
Are Feral Cats as sometimes
They’ll even hop a train car.
I am told to be thankful
A day that reminds me,
Screaming at me
to thank,
to thank those who discovered
this virgin land
Once lived upon with
honor and gratitude
Americans marching
in their footprints
Hunting not game
but humans
So their dream can begin
So their dripping mouths
can stuff turkey and gravy,
while children starve
scavenging dumpsters
I am told to be Thankful
while this country waves
its heartless flag
Jose, the kid on the corner --
El Macho -- who knows no English
and who sells himself to eat
(being still not quite dry)
slept last night in an alley
shielded from wind and eyes
by the bulk of two dumpsters
positioned at angles to each other.
This morning, his smile's
as brilliant as sunshine.
And if he's not exactly squeaky clean,
he's only a little the worse for wear --
probably more immaculate than are we,
potential buyers to whom he flaunts his wares.