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"herbicides" poems
Golden Valleys, Growing Naturally <> This is a Logo in Ireland, Dairygold™ is the company. I would safely say, that there is hardly an acre in rural Ireland devoid of some form of artificial fertilisers, pesticides, herbicides or fungicides. (Ireland is riddled with consumer cancer) If the Logo was written as follows, a comma between Growing & Naturally plus an exclamation mark ! which should really be a question mark ? (in the absence of the comma between Valleys & Growing) i.e. Golden Valleys, Growing, Naturally! or ? Then it might pass. Let's see if we can force them to change it and by doing so, it will highlight the fraudulent practice of duping consumers with blatant grammatical omissions and the wordplay illusion by clever marketers. (Well, perhaps not as clever as they thought) ps. I spent all morning, wondering should they be a comma in the last paragraph, in the afternoon, I removed it. Oscar Wilde.
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Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 3:27 AM UTC
Consumer Cancer
Ireland is riddled with cancer. Pesticides, herbicides, fungicides- Are obviously, not the answer. Dairygold® have got it right. Surprisingly! Organic pastureland, green grass, happy cows!                 "Golden Valleys, Growing Naturally" ?          ("Logo ™") without the question             mark.               <> In the event of Corporate Punishment, IE, finding a herd of hungry Friesians in my front lawn, or my next organic pizza happens to be a Crispy Cow Pat with lashings of Mozzarella, I am hereby declaring that Silent Spring lady, Rachel Carson, was bumped off for making metaphorical accusations, such as could be interpreted by those who are currently involved in the depopulation process by way of poisoning the people via consumer products, that are known to contain harmful carcinogenic compounds veiled by misleading advertising. natural adjective 1. her policy of using fresh, natural produce: unprocessed, organic, pure, wholesome, unrefined, pesticide-free, chemical-free, additive-free, unbleached, unmixed, real, plain, ****** crude, raw. ANTONYMS artificial, refined. 2. a natural occurrence: normal, ordinary, everyday, usual, regular, common, commonplace, typical, routine, standard, established, customary, accustomed, habitual, run-of-the-mill, stock, unexceptional. ANTONYMS abnormal, unnatural, exceptional.
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Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 4:43 AM UTC
Cancer, naturally.
Since lockdown, there is virtually no road **** no dead foxes, badgers, or rabbits on the wayside. Since lockdown there is virtually no refuse, no Kentucky or McDonald wrappers on the wayside. Since lockdown, there is virtually no pollution, no no noise or exhaust fumes or oil drips on the wayside. Since lockdown there is virtually no people, no idle gossip or slandering in groups on the wayside. Since lockdown there is virtually no spraying, no herbicides pesticides or fungicides on the wayside. Since lockdown, there is virtually no reason why anyone would wish for a re-opening. Of the wayside. Ps. I love Lockdown.
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May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 6:47 AM UTC
Since Lockdown
Some people call them toe-mae- tos. They’re toe- mat -toes to other folk. Monsanto has patented versions that may poison us and leave us broke. Their genetically modified brand belongs neither on plates nor in cans. Their health effects may include cancer In some other countries they’re banned.. They are touted for being resistant To herbicides, thus reducing toil- But herbicide residue is persistent How quickly it poisons the soil. If farmers, each season, must purchase Genetically modified seeds Monsanto will corner the market For supplying nutritional needs. How many Monsanto execs infiltrated the executive branch? With so much political sway Its no wonder that they get their way.
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Jan 31, 2012
Jan 31, 2012 at 5:38 PM UTC
The Attack of the Killer Tomatoes (political)
Life is about farming not hunting During years I have been promoting my own lifestyle saying that life is a precious gift. Dont ask for things? Just start to plant seeds and the sun, rain, wind and earth will give you the pleasure of seeing how your seeds will grow greatly. You need to treat them with care and love... The universe like a big fan of your own work will help you without any demand. Smaller things to look after will have a difference in your living, in yourself and after in your friends. If you have a farmer approach things will be easier in a powerful and very positive way. When I get back to my earlier days, I had so many worries about life and people's choice. In a farming process everything its important to me and all choices are important and possibly infinite and diverse . However the universe and the ones with vision can make things easier for people. Just remember to bring love to the ones that life is treating them so badly and societies can't find the best way of helping them. Farming and herbicides are not good friends. So just let us know what you think about it? In a farm we have a good heart people who are looking at the moment to provide you the best of all things considered natural and organic not just for ourselves but for some reason for the world. .. Best wishes Victor Marques
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Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 1:01 PM UTC
Life is about farming not hunting
Thoughts on the air about life on earth I wake up every day full of life, Leaves on the ground breaking your heart, Understanding living beings and love them, Roots going up and down searching water. Small world it's so perfect for ants, Rabbits come on the scene, Wolfs and foxes living with goats, Dolphins screaming for unpolluted seas, Sublime the world could be? Night fall asleep with the dark side, Day show up some little light, Horses eating green herbs, Birds sing along beautiful songs, Cats and dogs loving each other! Bluebirds red and black without leaves, Grounds clean like roads, Farmers and herbicides. Seasons show so many births and deaths, the power of the universe itself, Sun shining to warm everything that grows, Silence in every thought, in every blow. .. Victor Marques
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Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 7:11 AM UTC
Silence in every blow
another day in the woods. on Strawberry ridge looking out over undulating green hills to the next great wall ridge of mountains. the last morning clouds left from last night's storm hanging in the valley mistily. the sun eventually burns them away. the respect between old Paul Karlsen and I continues to exist. even though he's a Mormon and I'm a fallen New Yorker. the work is comparatively easy, lifting hundred pound bags, so you can just imagine what we do other days. in fact, it's fun, especially for young Bates. we get all white (and our lungs dusty). on the way to and from the work site I read in Silent Spring, the chapter against herbicides, gathering inspiration for the upcoming controversy. in the end perhaps I'll be fired for refusing to lay down Tordon beads. realizing this, as I drive with Bates, I see the dark green conifers and begin to miss them.                                          Rocks and rattlesnakes, bluebells and mountain daisies, grasses and cactuses, mahogany bush, lodgepole pine and quaking aspen, lush forest and dry sun-tortured mountainside, wind and seed carried by wind, ants, streams, hummingbird and hawk, deer, badger, ground squirrel, wolverine.
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Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 8:44 PM UTC
The Dark Green Conifers
How long will you look away and pretend it doesn’t matter? See our world in decay, all our children getting fatter.   Pesticides, herbicides, aluminum in our rain! PSAF’s in our blood cells, plastics in our brains. Corporations chasing profits as the empire gasp for power. The time is now to rise and fight and stop being a bunch of cowards!
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Jun 5, 2025
Jun 5, 2025 at 10:45 AM UTC
Head Stuck In Sand Syndrome!
can we humans be more like weeds grow abundantly... with little needs sprout boldly from the smallest crack reach skyward always... never looking back thrive miraculously where well cared friends wither yet florish side by side with a hint to come hither stand ruthlessly against mans' herbicides or chopped to the root and cast aside our petals and leaves we open wide to all though not invited ours is... a grand sprawl with fine frons and feathery wisps our sturdyness does not engender idle quips we bend and sway in the mightiest torrent with roots so deep... some find us abhorrent but all and all... in all of our landscapes there is a just place for man, plants and apes
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Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 12:40 PM UTC
those weeds!!!!
i have learned to live despite your bitter soil. i will thrive without your support, as i always have. i am hardy and i do not wilt when the cold comes. you will not **** me, not with your herbicides and your kind words. you will not tame me, with your great blades that churn the earth. i will bloom through your efforts to **** your garden, a stubborn marigold in your sea of tulips. you will not take from me what you want. come time for me to bear a snowy head, i will travel on the winds, away from your small, constrictive garden. you will never wish upon me again.
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Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 11:28 PM UTC
weeds