"gazillions" poems
We humans have messed around
With Mother Nature and her eco-system
For years and years
Decades and decades
Centuries and centuries
Felling gazillions of trees
Turning forests into concrete jungles
Filling ponds, lakes, rivers and seas
With tons and tons of toxic waste
Releasing enough carbon monoxide into the air
To wreck the entire troposphere
The list of sins against Nature goes on and on
With no end in sight
Given all this, who are we to complain
When Mother Nature has had enough
And unleashes her fury on us
Through earthquakes and tsunamis
Avalanches and volcanoes
Hurricanes and tornadoes
Floods and droughts
And so on
Remember, Mother Nature has blessed us
With oodles of riches
In the form of plants and trees
Mountains and forests
Ponds, lakes, rivers, seas and oceans
And last but not the least, oxygen!
It is time we show her some gratitude
And more importantly, respect and compassion
And stop messing around with the eco-system
Remember the famous old saying
Live and let live
It doesn't mean infrastructure shouldn't be developed
We can build roads
We can build a railway network
We can build houses
We can build schools and colleges
We can build hospitals
We can build libraries
However, as my grandfather used to say
There is a limit to everything
And we should also plant trees
Build gardens and parks
Switch to renewable sources of energy
And cut down severely on emissions
A balance should be maintained
After all, messing around with Mother Nature
Will only bring about our own downfall
There have been enough natural disasters
Caused by human negligence
Let's not add to the list
Which is already longer than the river Nile!
May 9, 2022
May 9, 2022 at 12:54 PM UTC
Or when the door opens
are they just like
Whoa!
This is awesome!
Every
Single
Time
Not like they have to do
long range plannin'
Rotate the crops
Or put up for Winter
They have us
for that
'sif they smelled the danger
in big brains
Growled
Backed away
This
I think
they thought
Is it
the pinnacle
Let those big gangly
doofuses
Grow 'em
They're suckers
for a nuzzle
an' let'm touch u
Wah-woofin'-lah
free food
Don't think they ever imagined
At the beginning
They'd have us farming, canning
and Manufacturing
Gazillions
o' fuzzy wuzzys
to chew
on
Have us training to Ph.D.
In case they get an owie
prolly didn't anticipate
satellite collars though
Cats dominate the internet
Dogs the medical Market
My poetry
could use their marketing prowess
They even have us raising money
to take better care of more of them
You've seen
those sad commercials
As I prepare their dinner before my own
I realize
They've us
instead of reason
**** reason
Bark
******
Bark
Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 7:19 PM UTC
I understand how you're always so uncomfortable.
You're a star
Trapped in this tiny frail little body.
I don't understand how you are not bursting at the seams.
I understand how you're always so sad.
You have an entire galaxy to get back to.
Gazillions of light years to explore,
And you're just stuck in this miniature bubble.
I understand how you're always so quiet.
If you opened your mouth
All of your light would come shining out and blind every.
You are very considerate for not doing so.
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 9:57 PM UTC
There once was a carnivorous plant,
Who was tired of home’s tireless chant,
It rose from the soil,
Dressed in foil,
To walk on the lackluster land.
In the great city of New New York,
Where everything was made from cork,
Amongst reptilians,
A million gazillions,
It was a duckling next to a stork.
As the reptilians prepared for war,
Our protagonist felt a feeling sore,
The feeling of trust,
Fading to dust,
As all that was good was no more.
A deception planted in the mind,
Of freedom and peace was declined,
By a terrible war,
Death and gore,
Spawned by the vile humankind.
The plant visualized its tombstone,
As it walked the catacombs of Rome,
Eyes were closed,
The heart exposed,
As it missed the mantra of home.
Before it got to leave orbit,
It met an awful fate so morbid,
They needed rope,
Grabbed its throat,
Now sliced and sold at the market.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 3:51 AM UTC
In the likeness of dew
One can see
A nightly gathered convex galaxy
Gazillions of translucent pearls from her majesty
Infinite food for more than just whorls
Radiance expressed from a single source.
Mother ocean, giving us, her gifts, of course.
Touched, life unfurls
Who are we to think we can improve the design of this world.
PFL
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 3:25 PM UTC
Like the bankers bunch of wankers buying immunity, taking the community chest and passing go.
Monopoly funny but it's your ******* money they're moving around.
Swimming pools and Eve St Laurent,
the perfume of being right when you're wrong and
just pay the fine,
defraud and
***** the public purse.
The social spike ain't going to jail,too many posh nobs ******* on the pay trail,
feeding on the poor sure is filling,
Negotiate a settlement it doesn't matter that we're bent we're bankers,tossers,selling off our losses,calling in the debts,
millions ,billions,
we'll make a few gazillions and the pillars of society can kiss our **** we're the ******* barbie dolls,the bearded ******* billy goat trolls,
Investors **** us up,digest and get their dividend,we get,we lend,this gravy train will never end.
No shysters were injured during the making of this poem because they've got a guarantee
'steal the money and stay free'
The social spike will be the death of me and then they can steal my annuity.
********
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 7:22 AM UTC
The golden baby
In the last slice of Mardigras cake
A half dollar
Well after they stopped being printed
A rare right sided conch
When most others are left
Are the rare treasures I find buried underneath
The glass bird
Dainty as can be
And the size of a nail
The miniature tea cup
A full set
Spoon and all
The Minni and Miki
Mouse holiday wear
mini collectibles
Miniature Kitty Kat
Pouches
In four different colors
Are the tiny bobbles I couldn’t bear to part with
The multitudes of dice
From classic six sided
To 8 To 12
Even dice in dice
More than can be counted
Erasers by the gazillions
Stingrays, baseball gloves
Eraser pencils with missing erasers
And a baby head detached from the body
Keychains, by the plenty
Sunglasses, Weapons
Dream catchers, bird’s with bells, all sorts
Of strange and curious oddities attached to a chain
Coins, many sizes countries
Fake, real
Dinar, Rupee, Euro, dollar,
Replica of ancient yuan
Jewelry-
Don’t even get me started
Necklaces, bracelets
Rings and earrings
Even though my ears aren’t pierced!
My hoarding tendencies coming to light in this
Curious collection of collections
Also known as
The objects in my closet
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 12:27 AM UTC
One of the world's wealthiest
persons on the planet
And if wealth is translated
into power
then certainly one of the
most powerful
Mark Zuckerberg
creator of a huge popular website
known as Facebook
spun a simple idea
from a class Yearbook
or so in my imagination
Yet, this priceless idea
is an elastic rubberband
stretching around the world
uniting everyone
into a Huge Happy Family
with no privacy
This once in a lifetime idea
is pouring gazillions of cha-ching
upon Zuckerberg's head
and leaves many wondering,
will he begin considering
using his cha-ching
to become the next Superhero
and save the world
doing everything in his power
to stop diseases, monsters
and slow this ever growing
homeless population
in America,
Will he?
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 10:40 PM UTC
You can leave your mark here but it wont last long
Winds continual movement spreads a sheet of sand upon
And within minutes your footprints are gone
You were just a mere one
Atop quadrabingle trillion little silky pieces
Held firm and strong
Solid so to stand upon
But still swept in motion of airs light weight
To yonder dune top for clinging on
And another gust carries a distance long
This topcoat surface is a transient one
But structure it shapes is still so strong
Thousand billion gazillions little strength holds like scaffold
And form strength together as one
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 12:41 PM UTC
See that smiling girl?
Sincere one, isn't it?
See that happy girl?
So happy that you suddenly feel blessed, don't you?
See that cheerful laugh?
You can't help but also grin, can you?
She is the girl,
Who always smiles,
Happy,
And cheerful.
Yes.
She has millions things to hide.
Gazillions secrets within herself.
Loud screams in her mind.
See that girl?
It's me.
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC