"herbicides" poems
Golden Valleys, Growing Naturally
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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.
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 3:27 AM UTC
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.
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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.
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 4:43 AM UTC
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.
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 6:47 AM UTC
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.
Jan 31, 2012
Jan 31, 2012 at 5:38 PM UTC
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
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 1:01 PM UTC
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
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 7:11 AM UTC
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.
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 8:44 PM UTC
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!
Jun 5, 2025
Jun 5, 2025 at 10:45 AM UTC
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
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 12:40 PM UTC
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.
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 11:28 PM UTC