Short Plastics Poems

scattered plastics plus
Plastic men are sources of
Most ruin on the plant...

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cowbirds, comorants, lake
  Across these: plastics, trash, filth
  I dream playground, recycling...

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Micro-plastics have clogged up one vein
Fouled my stomach, and addled my brain
It is sad to say
But Trump got his way
Pollution remains a profit gain...

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You would love to dance 
The real gems not the plastics 
Hip So Hippy chick




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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ILaTgQBKRbE...

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My dear Grandma
alive and kicking
on this sunny day
modern medicine
and
miracles of science
life is a balance
between old and new
extremist aggressions
replaced by
rational transitions
not the end
only Zen...

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mammals with large brains
typically reflect on life
chiefly when dying

whales swallow plastics
pounds of internal ulcers
chiefly they're dying

humans suicide
whales beach and with ships collide
chiefly they're extinct


stan sand...

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Metal bent and plastics shorn
along the street glitter adorn,
remains of combat vehicular
litter on oiled asphalt and tar.
Quickly towed, no cars remain,
Perhaps some water or other stain,
Why do they not clean up it all?
A message, perhaps of human fall.
Until the rain or employed hand
sweep away the remnants and sand....

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“Plastics”, is the word the man said
To Ben who just graduated from college,
At his parent’s party that was so dead.
“Plastics”, is the word the man said,
As he floated off in the pool instead,
Soon to enjoy Mrs. Robinson carnal knowledge.
“Plastics”, is the word the man said
To Ben who just graduated from college....

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When weather changed today early.

He put  some flowers in the plastics pots, 

 Some soil  and watering them.

His friend fostin was watching such good

 Work which he was doing.

 A good girl who carried cat came

  To meet one wise women inside. 

May 5/2023
Written for poetry contest sponsored 
by Joseph May...

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A witty puppeteer of still creations
Wooden images of live emotions
Rubber, plastics, foam and paper
Strings, thread, metals and caper
A wonder boy of imagery
Son of inspiring father of vividry
Hands of a mathematician in action
Engineering of imagination in presentation
Emmy winner of citation
Man, full of life and nature's configuration...

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I saw a golden clay pot
Of a master poet 
For  cooking  
Poetry 
And putting  
On the golden clay 
Plates. 
Then covered by 
Golden plastics 
For many politicians 
And other world readers. 
Those are rarely stuffs
Which most poets 
Keep seriously 
Because they are costly. 

June 3rd 2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe 
Mussabwa Chris...

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MICRO MENACE
*******

People pollute, killing all living life!
When will they understand recycling recovers?
Hopeful, helping some species survive.
Intervention inadvertently stops strife.
Success, still wishful thinking, true,
plastic pollution is, 'catch twenty two'!
Micro menace, plastics one hundred and eighteen years old!...

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REVERT TO GLASS

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Stop producing plastics, revert
to glass it worked in the past! 
For liquids, glass, remember
jerry cans, tin works as 
well.Paper, cardboard, 
t
i
s
s
u
e,
what happened to natural wool?

When three lines are so much better Poetry Contest - Sponsored by Silent One...

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Things, things, things 
And more things, things
Made of glossy metals,

Faux wood, faux stone, faux plastics 
And other faux 

Some with real labels 
Designed by faux gods

Purchased here, there and everywhere
On sale

Stack them in your closets, your cabinets
And your attic
In their original boxes 
With their original tags

Never to be taken out 
Except faux the estate sale...

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Haiku Three Verse Poem©

When you hear of
Global warming and climate changes,
Along with exhausts from factories,
All kinds of vehicles, including
Cars, trucks, air planes and throwing
Non-decomposable plastics and coffee cups
In garbage that gets dumped
Into our oceans …don’t look the  
Other way …take note that 
The title above is 
 "NO JOKE" 
And do something about it!
W.C.Hull © 2020...

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She served me omelet
Rolled in plastic rice
The taste was not that of an egg
From the womb of chicken

The rice-taste was not of rice
From the womb of the earth
Burnt plastics it smelt

When I inquired,
she told me pointblank;
“You love omelet
but I took snake eggs
behind my house
and made you a nice meal
but added plastic rice
to give you a good appetite.
Enjoy yourself
with snakes eggs”...

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Provision-purchases
Prevail
Paper-bags pull-apart
Preferably
Possible process...
Endeavors
Easily executed
Ending these is
Endless
Endeavor...
Seen dead
They resurrect
Restlessly
Leisurely linger like
Spirits of sinners...
Like the flesh of creatures
Creatures cannot
Consume these
Exist eternally
As ecological errands...
Carrying them to
Carry my provisions
Continue
Intentions Immobilize
Impotently!
...

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When fire needs friends
it does not go to homes
the highway and paths it ignores
there friends do  live not

Fire will travel to the bush
there a lot of freedom flourishes
plenty of oxygen, food and drink
to fill its stomach it finds

In the bush fire meets friends
broken wood and plastics
poor old leather and hair dregs
fire sings as friends dance

In the bush fire sings and whistles
His friends dance reggae in smoke...

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SHADOWS

Actors on a dimly lit stage... 

SCENE 1:

dead-eyed audience
whispers behind the black curtains
plastics smiles
reluctant hands
chained feet
pouted lips ...

SCENE 2:

...  arctic hors d'oeuvre
copious food
wines, beers - pride Irish!
trivial tattles
inebriated
blank heads...

SCENE 3:

... crawl upstairs
darkness, touch and feel
snores, toss and turn, toss and turn …
cock craw
morning …
a vicious circle

SCENE 4:

cold eyes bores to sky ......

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Splash! 
Down for another dive
But wait!
What is this?
No fish?
No turtles?
No sea life?
Just plastics
Plastics and dead coral!
Our oceans destoryed
My lifelong hobby gone. 
Sea creatures kept behind glass 
where grubby fat hands tap at them 
staring with widened gazes
Sadness is not a strong enough word 
Not strong enough to describe what we have done. 
Protectors of the earth?
More like destroyers of habitats. 
Don't let this nightmare become truth....

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We need better plastics,
To hell with the bakelite saints 
That stand silent inside,
The great wheels,
 of the grand vehicle. 
Forever sleeping behind visqueen, 
Covered plexiglass,
 hiding themselves 
From the eyes of prophets,
And cruel November.

We need better plastics,
The Christ that guards 
The scorpion forever persevered
In lucite;has become, 
frail from the sunlight
And cracks, with each 
Touch,slowly deteriorating 
With each passing December....

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Trailing steel cans
and rolling out their
long rags.

The morning is a frost
broken in clamorous relief.

Frayed holes in their eaten
gloves carry a crushed chore,
a rotted job bundled in skins
of wet plastics.

They emerge from a deep 
hidden hour
riding the back jaws
of neglected mammoths.

A storm hammers
in the scrape of their tongues.

The dogs lunge
for their voices.

They remove what lingers too long
from our past.

Published Black Buzzard Press 1982...

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Plastics, yes, a bane on all life,
A bane on, bane on, bane on life!
All our pollution causing strife!
All our world, in peril!

All our denials, will it kill?
So will it, will it, will it kill?
It does and who pays? Pays the bill?
Nature, its hands forced!

Nature, seasons gone, all done, sourced!
Yes all done, all done, all done, sourced!
We are too late it's now divorced!
Why do we still use it?

Plastics, yes, a bane on all life,
Why do we still use it?...

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