Slicks Poems - Poems about Slicks

...The city exhales steam like a tired beast, its breath pooling in alleyways where no one walks anymore. Cold, wet cobblestones gleam like the backs of forgotten coins, each one holding a secret......

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...Brains and guts orbit the soul— that polar star searing in the marrow of being. I was born somewhere between Einstein’s neurons Ginsburg beat poetry, the birth of rock and roll, revolution march......

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..."Unfortunately, it’s unrealistic to rescue all wildlife impacted during oil spills." - quote by NOAA on oil-spills -------------------------------------------------- Even oil spills on ocean surfac......

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...Will wonders never cease!? Alternately titled: Last of the fluff belonging to a Mohican Norwegian bachelor farmer wannabe. Any resemblance between said unnamed individual and living persons ......

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...Oh you know the type— the orchid woman a cosmopolitan who cosmo sips between snips of gist her charisma a starship —collides with your star-full eyes supernova for Casanova her pouty lips kn......

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...I’ve been sitting here so long, My butts getting numb, So I jump right up And stick out my thumb. He comes rolling down the street, With the only smell of mention, The noxious fumes; olfactor......

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...Morning Slumbering in the shallow of sleep where memories of movies are seen The shift of the pebbles nibbled by tiny crabs senses of songs “ What was is all about Alfie?” Repeat itself sa......

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...The surface of the water is filled with pollution, It's sad to see such a precious thing so ill used. Plastic bags and bottles pollute what should be clean, Turmoil for animals who live beneath t......

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...The crowbar rattled at the clattering noise, In the yard, against the hulls and hoys, A Cloud of tar smoke rose through the green, Large oil slicks floating on the lake sheen. Incon......

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...Those who live in the city hightail it out to the country to worship Nature with adoration for them, a breathtaking vacation… While those who dwell out in the sticks drive in to see the ......

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...Rumbles of boredom lead the mouth to eat but then there are the unwashed, the residue of the crumbling and smeared. Greasy utensils sneaking like sharks amongst the soaking dishes. A need now ......

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...Some poetic thoughts bubble to the top of your deep waters. There they congregate, bobbing up and down forming slicks, oily smears that linger only to accuse you later when you return to them. ......

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...Our problems all began with the industrial revolution And its legacy has left us with toxic pollution. Climate change is real and been declared a code red And if we chose to ignore it, we'll......

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...In the summertime there were lots of cars and trucks moving up and down Cherry alley where I lived. Like the local bakery truck, many would stop to peddle their wares or deliver their goods. Their en......

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...The Sinking of a Titanic Ego! The oil slicks still present though his ship’s deep-six, mind’s pollution disaster, scum’s scourge on high seas, the weird child of George O......

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