Don't take it personally
The reverberating silence
When you every a room
All in your head
Kids don't just bully
As you pick rotten fruit
From my hair
Asking me
What did I do
This sandy shore is mine, I am its vassal;
building my fort, I was much too facile.
Just as I finished, here came a passel,
a passel of beach possums, razzle-dazzle.
I'm not quittin', though it be a hassle;
possum trash'l be an awesome castle.
Poor old Mickey Mouse
Minnie asking for a house
dreams in the trash
they being short on cash
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In moonlight's hush, beneath the elm,
A masked marauder stalks his realm.
With paws like whispers, eyes like coal,
He seeks the prize that fills his soul.
But lo! The bin—his ancient foe—
Stands smug, unyielding, sealed in woe.
Its lid, a tyrant, cold and tight,
Dares mock his hunger in the night.
"Have you forgotten?" he snarls with grace,
"The feast we shared, the sacred place?
You fed me once, you knew my name,
Now plastic locks deny my claim."
He leaps! He claws! A ballet grim,
A pirouette on garbage rim.
Banana peels and coffee grounds
Rain down like war drums' hollow sounds.
Neighbors wake to chaos born,
A furry tempest, rage and scorn.
Yet in his heart, a deeper ache—
Not trash, but trust, was theirs to break.
So if you see him, tail askew,
A poet wrapped in dumpster dew,
Know vengeance drives his nightly plan—
The raccoon scorned by a trash can.
it's so surprising to know that gorilla recognizes the trash bin
posters put digits, numbers not words, in what they call poem, trash write
Sea trash begone, as youth shall surge
with their passion and devotion
Debris where land and water merge
Sea trash begone!
Breakthrough solutions in motion
ending plastic pollution purge
Serene is a blue-green ocean
Unafraid to swim and submerge
inheritors, high echelon
Fallen baton cease and emerge
Sea trash begone!
A tsunami of black ash blankets half a world
Trash toadstool hoodoos, wastelandic pillage
and pollutant mucus ravishes lava villages
Draining is the amalgam mass at the end of the spectrum
Stone environs shock, unnatural landscapes
Polyethylene islands flushing the canvas
Carbon contaminant fumes flair in mid drift air
Virtually no place on Earth is free of the polymer fog
Foaming magma cascades over metallic mushroom roots
Spiny shoots sprout tentacles from rubber trees
Mercury and cadmium toxin leeches' groundwater
Above the quicksand are flying objects that pass as vultures
For a million magarican dollars I was greeted by a masked spacebot
Left on moonlit Luna's Lot are my collection of yin-yang art articles
Sorrow will wipe away your sacrifice,
treasures of the world will unlock and give blind fortune
nothing you get will test your patience and your greed
but suffer and tears in times of need.
Let go, stop the torture it is not about the fortune!!
Spear my love and rule my jealousy just because its cheap,
but not awake yet somewhere blind fate will call your bluff
unsettling and cruel, will stare you right in the face,
unlock your connections and see your own reflections,
find out who you are, are you one of us or,
have you fallen to low and swollen top 1%.
How big of the mirror do you need my friend of fortune
take a good look at your new refined clean look,
wipe your face find some piece and grace help your neighbor,
understand we all will stand under one roof one day
we all go to the same place darkness and nothingness
that's our fate, so don't hesitate but with effortless intent
fill that empty plate, this is the new fate, open the gate
cemetery is our home, this is just temporary, I am sorry.
oh generation of garbage collectors
toss it out ...buy more
he shoots ... he scores
paper plates ... plastic faced
paper hearts ... what a waste
disposable lives ... biodegradable promises
The queen of rubbish raised her man’s ire
By not calling the king of trash, sire
She just refused
His ‘Royal Refuse’
So he raged into a dumpster fire
For Dumpster Fire Contest
Gravity makes things go down,
to the ground like a funny clown.
Missing the trash can,
now on the floor plan.
Gravity will always be around.
Trash, garbage, waste, refuse, flotsam, debris…
So many terms for what we agree
is unneeded, unwanted, eminently disposable
From a putrid seed humans hail
~ magnificently growable
TRASH
You treat me like a trashcan with a touch-top lid
Giving me your unwanted garbage
Used carcass of hurtful words
Empty containers of your so called opinions
Balled up paper of your dirty attitudes
Smelly tin cans of your hate
Your unwanted leftovers of vengeance
But I am strong, I can be washed,
I have a strong purpose
I am doing my part to make things better
But I can’t say the same about you
Everyone throws trash/
To the garbage/
How can a person feel/
Like a piece of trash/
When they are always feeling/
Used up and unwanted/
Garbage is beneath us/
To stomp on in life/
People go through life/
Treating us as trash/
Looked down upon/
Garbage thrown in our faces/
Like we are not worth it/
Or anything else in this world/
Which becomes cruel to us/
Feeling like a dump/
For everyone to unload/
Their garbage on top of us/
Always struggling to climb out of it/
A heavy burden on the shoulders/
To assume we deserve nothing/
We are the lowest people in life/
And, in other's eyes/
We are nothing but garbage/
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