Short Industries Poems
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reared many rabbits by habit
to harvest cotton wool from them
for textile industries abroad
that they could make winter clothing
for charity to hot desert dwellers
woven polypropylene bags continue to serve as an integral part of the global supply chain, ensuring the safe and efficient transportation and storage of goods in diverse industries.
clock, gas, skyward
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Belching wicked gasses bloat
Smoking stacks cough inside-out
Industries non-stop
Burning fuel around the clock
Boot black soot covers all skies!
Crimson chrome
bitter bone covered
in dust broken
in rust of ages
as industries rage
the sage of the ministry
gathering the storm
lost bits and pieces
from the ages
covers deep
deep dark crimson crust.
Promises, promises, lies
Our youth can't find jobs nearby
No new industries arise
Upon dole handouts rely
Compose: form
Sponsor: Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest: Chastushka Me
Written: August 25, 2014
Rhyme scheme: ABAB
In the rust belt loss of work is felt
as industries went overseas..
Bill's, Jane's and Bob's now pining
for jobs to support their families needs.
Good jobs are such a rarity and people here
don't want charity, so send us some good
companies please!
Nature i am sorry
Sorry
Sorry
So sorry
We humans have eradicated you
Denatured you
Destroyed you
Humiliated you
Taken away you forests
Your flowers
Destroyed your soil
For our houses industries and malls
I am sorry
My mother earth
I am sorry
thank you
you have found
red ink industries
it's what it is
racist
that word is where i
am not with you
whoever you are
your not out there
this world exists also
a world above
and able to come down on you
the reality of freedom
has terms
not conditions
Good and evil exist like
Two sides of an arrowhead
Like crime and punishment
Mutually support independent industries
A man divided is never whole
Nuclear fascination, molecular fireworks
The atom split, armaments deferred
Duality rings
Like chains waiting to be broken
Releasing man
Into spiritual adulthood
These are prostitutes or obedient opportunists.
Half of the world’s so called ‘scientists,’
who work for the military, part-time at least,
and many more for profits within industries,
that pollute, poison, and destroy the environment irreversibly.
These are not scientists.
These are prostitutes or obedient opportunists.
The way industries ravish the earth,
poison the air and spoil
the waters
leads but to our destiny with gloom:
greed, beyond need, spawns
collective doom;
meanwhile, teetering along the line
between destruction and
creation
is the future of generations:
prosperity or
catastrophe!
Imaginative idealists, Inez, Ian and Inkwell Ida
Illustrious industrious iguanas from Fiji Fida
Invited intelligent Ivan to invest in indigo ink in coveted China
Industries in Indiana, Iowa, Illinois and Idaho
Indicated to Inez, Ian and Ida this was the way to go
Informing ideal initial investors from Froffits
To imagine their insane ideas initiating profits
Hippy hyena hid hipster hippo’s hysteria.
Ignominious iguana ignored Iceland’s icky industries.
Jovial jelly jars joyfully jumped jubilantly into June.
Kind kangaroos killed Kansas’s killjoy kindnesses.
Loving lithe llamas languished, lacking lonely leaders.
Marvelous magnificent magicians masqueraded as maestros.
Needless nutcrackers helped hippy hyenas hide hippos’ hysteria.