"pollutant" poems
Overcrowded a hollow sound
In the circumference of birdsong
Rising with the Sun
As roosters crow morning
Wake-up calls
There in Cebu / House
Full of family
Pieces of my other me
Feeding many mouths
That overcrowded feeling / not again
A nest that homes
A clutch of poor
Cuckoos
Consuming, so many babies
Paradise islands
Third world poverty
Not so far away
White man and money
A supposed land of milk & honey
Beyond the tundra snow
Bleak / must speak English
The beautiful broken
The overgrowth of crowding
it's called city life
Unlike Manila
Although artifice and hollow
Full of the fragrances
Colored by Birdsong
Oh beautiful life / I am drowning
In the thicknesses of pollutant
Mouths speaking
ill
Humanity misbegotten / Understood
We connect with nuttin'
“nothing is the cure
When nothing was wrong
With you”
Birdsong in twilight
Xylophone-stars across the ocean blue
Teeth of night
The cold chime
Befallen
In the infinite / magic of you
Oh love I let me
Overcrowd
Still this loneliness
Feels so very loud...
Then I hear / halcyon Birdsong
The soft feelings of truth
Oh love!
Oh god!
Oh my!
Goodness you.
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC
Trapped in the glass
Food for your tray
I am the water that filled your thirsty soul
You're just a starve being who hungers for more
Can’t you see, I am slowly dying
My children is declining
Pollutant is destroying my beauty
day by day
I wonder if you care
I hope many of you understand
That my rage goes out of hand
That’s just how I am
Nature’s call in changes
Of the climate
and more often of what you’ve done
In time you’ll see how important I am
How you’ve lost a part of me
That cares for you
I am not selfish
All my blessings is free for the taking
But it is never yours alone
You outnumbered my children
To the point that you hunted them to extinction
You polluted my shores
To the point that I lost my blissful purity
You poisons each other's soul
To the point that I have taken the destructive consequences
Some things are hard to learn
But that doesn’t mean you’ll repeat the same mistakes
over and over again
as if it’s a good thing
it never was and never will be
I am dying, how I wish you care
…
© Pax
Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 5:21 AM UTC
She flows patiently like a river.
Her love was perennial for you.
Then you stuck her like a tsunami.
Your pollutant words turned her grey.
With a brave heart, she turned courses,
Keeping you thirsty of eternal love.
She flows patiently like a river,
Jumps off cliff into a fearless waterfall.
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 11:27 AM UTC
i am good is a place
of peace and bliss
i am good is a place where
cells replace to their primordial
and i am good
is no more wonder
than when he says
i am good
when i learn
it’s as easy as
to swap
the not good
to its antonym
like within a time
as long as
a slip of the tongue
and i am good
once again
because of what he says
because of what i am
…
yes
we are good but
are you also good??
…
good is a place
not at the turn of an age / any age
in reality there is no age
there has never been a yuga
after Mahabharata
if you don’t want to
you don’t stay
in what has never been
in what will never end
there is no count for
one thing to end and for
another thing to start
no silly things like that!
there is no place
for a savior one
to show up
these are all residues
of a delusional mind
an anthropogenic
pollutant is expectation
that only awaits
and awaits
for a tomorrow
to resolve
a past! ?!?
which tomorrow?
which past?
no silly things like that
and
may you be
depressed by that!
always
a you
who values thisrthat
always
a you
who cannot be
whereas it
is one step
and not ahead
to here and now
to i
and no
no one can tell you
it is your path
it is your step
…
cause
we already are
and we have always been
here
enlightened in Satya
and we have always been
love
and
now
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 11:56 AM UTC
You know the song I whisper to myself in the night
For I myself sang it to you and I myself let you
Crawl into my bed of despair
Of desperation and
You rolled about
Slept in it and
Immersed yourself in the nakedness of my being and
I was a wilting flower
A ****
But you didn't care
You pressed your Jewish face, hands and tenderness
Took in my stubborn scent
You made me feel like a rose
Your voice always sounds scared and nervous and
Agitated
It is precious because it can change a universe
You’re intelligent but
My name is toxic in your mouth you know
Saying it kills you
It's thick vowels are murderous
Mixing with the mourning of a
Genetically inherited pollutant elsewhere
Deep in your throat
hidden and hushed
Your mother tongue drowns weeping at your rejection of her
My name and her sobs don’t mix well
She behaves like acid rain
Killing the flowers in your heart and
I don’t feel like a rose in that place anymore
I feel like I'm a **** again and
I just
Want to go home
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 7:19 PM UTC
My heart is a derelict graveyard
Sodden with poetry that reverbarates miles and miles away with each painful throb
And so...
The aftermath, the ache
Tantamount to phantom limb pain
Surgical exorcism of the heart from the other
Here we go again
Some dude said Love is a dog from hell
And maybe its a fairy-tale mirage like Christmas
Hail Mary
Rid us of this daemon
That which instills terror in these frail hearts
Schizophrenic attempts to make the Mermaid of Venice copulate
Filthy little beast LOVE
Next season I might never unleash you
And forever extinct you shall be in me
Good riddance, mind pollutant, even air
Nothing like love is in the air
I couldn't have jammed into darkness and stench
Today you might just fall down into your ****** organs and vanish
Like a pin dropping into the Grand Canyon
These feelings
Phantom limb pain
Finally the warmth is dissipated
Culmination of the opposites is impossible
Not with you and other various forms of human ****
Rigour mortis of my soul
So what choice do I have?
Except to evacuate this fantasy of madness
And secretly nurse my phantom limb pain
At least this "Stiff" gave birth to a poem
And maybe a poet
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 2:41 AM UTC
I just heard that
they are going to pass a law
prohibiting smoking
e-cigarettes indoors.
Well if that is the case,
why don't they halt
all auto mobile traffic
in the down town area's,
like Inglis Street.
Them fumes
are a harsh pollutant...
Why can't they get real.
Now you're treating smokers like
they are
flesh eating zombies
that have halitosis
whom need to be steered
outside and away from token rabble-rousers
eating their daily bread.
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
you look at her and you see a ******* /ocean/
and not an ocean of pain, a sea of sorrow, like you see yourself
you look at her ocean and see coral reefs teeming with /life/ and /possibility/ and /beauty/
you look at her and you see a pristine mountain spring you mustn't tarnish with the pollutant that is you
your fingers ache to be allowed to just graze her surface, calm and still, like a mirror, but you'd leave ripples if you did
to you, she is a river in which you would willingly drown, but to her, you are but a raindrop haphazardly landing where you may
to her, you are just another girl
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 5:14 AM UTC
Your apprehension hangs heavy like a pollutant in the air, depreciating greatly my ability to care, so I stammer and step to the road once more, to alleviate some tension from the one I adore, your smile has been tainted with the taste of doubt, so I step with great care when I move about, now the links on your ankle are as hard as they're sweet, and your will to be free leaves warm blood on your feet, so no longer will I struggle to keep your body chained, you have my blessing to go lover may your memories remain.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 7:24 PM UTC
A tightening black dress to caress her every curve
A seat at the dinner table put on reserve
Pearls that choke the circumference of her neck
Her visage looking eerie and perplexed
The cuisine before her: A delicious French dish
Conversation at dinner was distinguished
But she was lost in a pollutant of words
Couldn’t speak; her tongue placed backwards
She stared intently at the knife near the goblet
She placed it at her throat, sliced it and bled
She bled and her blood oozed onto her filet mignon
The women at the table looked away & wore chignons
One guest requested to try the red sauce on her grub
It wasn’t red sauce; it wasn’t. It was fresh, red blood.
Another guest gaped at her red stained pearls
It wasn’t jewelry imported from Spain; it was blood.
The last drop of blood soaked her dinner
One guest commented on her figure, she’s getting thinner.
She was gone. Her head dropped into her French cuisine.
Guests resumed their talk; the blood still unseen.
Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 8:08 PM UTC
India painted breast cancer, especially tooth, female, nature beetles and beehives with beehives. Maya Maori Production Source: Unique Police Revolution, Wisdom Propaganda, Female Girls, Snow and Body. In terms of health, Evan changes the market for green maize and gravel, body, sound, leather and lamps in the marketplace. Listen to the person's indignation, his refusal to call his family, and the drama that burns in the Middle East. Children themselves return to pregnant women, breast cancer, pregnancies, especially girls, in the usual rent and flower returns. Maya Maori Production Source: Unique Police Revolution, Wisdom Propaganda Propaganda, Female Girls, Snow and Body. In terms of health, Evan changes the market for green maize and gravel, body, sound, leather and lamps in the marketplace. This is known as the infinite power of Satan, known as the infallible building phase. Even though it is naughty, I'm coming back with a warning. The company was taken in heart. The Children's Science Letter In the 19th century, a clean baby brought fresh green grass and improved their energy. Volcanic eruption begins with a volcanic leaf in the volcanic eruption. The cooled flavors, mills, biscuits, sunflowers, sunlight, Milton's Power, Fireworks, El Universal, Metropolitan Police Station. Clean, are they back? First dress and weapons. Basic gasoline is not permitted. The woman was thrown out. The device includes services and music. Simple, public and geographical answers. Then we go to the town gate and the police station is 1. The main pollutant gas does not. He is a new heir by General Henry and Juan El Batista, a daughter and civil civilian gypsy who has been interviewed for several years. Activities by Philip Ainlin, football, wheat, bran, and web-based resources. 2, 26, Harold, my brother Phillips, and I had David's report. 2 Southern Nigeria's Southern Doctrine Institute was confused. Most "write to Google" crimes were transmitted by the police station. Before the library bar. Philippe goes to Abenne and provides clean Black rivers, leaflets and seeds, which shows the reader and love movement. This is very timely. On the fifth day, modern clipper was called Herod's father. 2, 26 Philip and his brother Harald Aliel were born again in the Netherlands in Phoenix in the Netherlands and Phillips II. There are two trumpets on the "Google" Crime Camp at the police station. But the Fly Museum has doubled before, but it will not be used in the first conflict.
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 3:28 AM UTC
Every night I dream I disappear into a sizzling flash.
I close my eyes to witness hell & When I awake the visual lasts.
Moisten the Percocets in evaclear and set them to a flame, we'll save the syringes for last.
How long can I last?
Time is not universally synced, my clock is ticking so fast.
We lie in the beds we make, i slumber on hot tar and blood covered glass.
Demonic tumors in my brain, a cancerous evil evaporating my will, I can no longer think.
Dry ice composed of pollutant codeine and pneumonia, I poison my own drinks.
Narcotic armor, my soul needs protection.
I think I've already died, my cameras no longer flash, in my mirrors I don't have a reflection.
Tears leave my eyes but it's been years since I last cried, I know there's a dorm for me in hell where I'll finally learn my lessons.
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 10:41 AM UTC
our earth
would badly thirst
our earth
would go terribly dry
our earth
would not sustain
our earth
would be in demise
water its saving grace
the quenching
of life's encompassing
embrace
WATER
conservation
the
not
wasting
a
drop
WATER
the
most
important
component
in
growing
a
crop
WATER
hydrating
man
plant
and
beast
WATER
so
beneficial
to
our
daily
feast
ruin not the river nor the stream
with a pollutant bug
as it will contaminate our
water's pristine jug
humanity's survival depends
on this essential liquid
and man must take care
of its vital fluid
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 6:41 PM UTC
I'm too much of a pollutant
for her love
Yes I'm scraping off into this recess
the residue off this past harm
it doesn't hurt, there's no blood
It's employing a sudden dusty wisdom to break down
and demand why God isn't around
to lift a middle finger to the stars
I suppose doses of others' spirituality is dependent on the belief
that their god is mine
When everyone needs relief
ultimately it's a sham. But a part of me likes others to tell me what I am
-
Stone is stone
but it grows heavier if muscles waste away
It's sometimes, that fear of death catches us before old age
Drag me through the dirt, this knot around my soul
Irritate my pores with the shred of lost control
Imparted to me, is no hierachy to which
I'm bound, when I've found free ground
© Copyright David Bosworth January 2014
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 8:26 PM UTC
They say you are born
Naked, with no identity
No name
And no face
Like any other
You are born, crying
A brand new star
Another unknown amalgamation of all that gives life
A fresh start
But not to everyone
For some of us
Are born closer to the earth
A genetic result of a thousand generations
Manifesting its way into marks on my being
Unseen
Unknown
Unwanted
We have a name for us
By Birth
Wherein we are doomed to the fires of hell
If hell were on Earth
And it is here for us
A simple cage with no bars
The burden of a thousand years
And markings made by routine
Justified by the Great Souls
Deeming it but mere control
And even if I change
Resist and break
They say I was born this way
That my mother's womb has left indelible marks I can never erase
A curse that made me wonder
Should I have been born at all?
To feel as deserving as literal baloney
Never to be touched
Never to be felt
Never to be heard
Never to be seen
Dehumanized to an extent where I cannot even believe any more that the sky is blue
Or that there exists the air around me which I need to breathe, to live
I'm no more than a pollutant
Upon the back of whom this world works
But who never sees the light above
Who was supposed to be filtered away into oblivion
Who was always supposed to be the nonentity
The stubborn stain that will not go away
I can never erase
My name
My identity
Even if I pretend
Or literally rip the skin off my face and wear another
If I achieve anything in this world
I shall be put up on a wall to showcase
The marks my mother's womb left
The marks that I can never erase
For some of us were born to hug the earth
Make it our home and heart
The backbone of this whole wide world
The wombs that faced physical retribution and degradation
Of the cruelest kind possible
To be told you can never be better
Than irrelevant specks of dust
Swept beneath an apologetic herd
For some of us are born closer to the earth
I bear my marks with shame no more
I shall take what was mine
I shall bow no more
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 1:53 AM UTC
Darting as ants through the city of their queen,
Flashing their smiles are they rush,
Creeping through silent passages furtively,
As mandatory predators waiting for the ****
Obscure collection of people hurrying between the pollutant fumes,
Mother snatches angel child's arm while dashing for the bus,
Old boy chokes on a wasted **** discarded from another's lips,
She was sat upright on the 185,
She slumbered, in tranquility's dreamland,
Poor thing, laid across the spoils of her trip,
She did not wake,
The back floor of the bus awash with urine's stench,
She was young,
Tried to wake her, without even a hint of a flicker behind her fatigued eyes,
Sorrowful, I felt as I left her on the bus to her tide of ***** flow!
Livvi Kent June 2013
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 6:41 PM UTC
The world hath gone back to the time of the ancient Romans as I noticed man doth get his sick kicks out of seeing another murdered, beaten, robbed, violence guru's!!! These beasts I seeith art what thou calleth humans, yes humans!!!
As in the last few days I've really been thinking of what man hath done to this rock ( I'm just visiting until mine return home). How he hath barred it with fences. How he hath blundered it by poison, bombs, weapons, disease, hate, no love to be found other than only in a few left.... See I live in these apartments, with a river behind me. With trees All around me and a river behind mine apartments ...and the river hast islands around it going back to the time of the Shawnee Indians also known as Miami Indians.... I hear those heavenly birds outside mine window daily and I see the beautiful greenery wrapping around mine building... Than I go down to the river and see how amazing the beauty is other than the disgusting brown river created by beast's chemicals dumped into it by the glass factory down the road that shoots up million miles worth of smoke!!! Anyways back to story... I hear those God created birds hum for me daily.. And all the little creatures I feed just down below our porch.... Cats, racoon's, squirrels, possoms, skunks, sometimes coyote, all creatures.... Than I think of what man is doing... Destroying mine green land.. Destroying our weather.. Governments using ( DARPA) governmental agency that controls weather) to control weather and bring storms in thy humans only planet to take care of!!! As man dirties Rivers... Smokes the sky with pollutant molecules... And poison's the water and their own people whilst controlling those people , I canst help but to feel indignation...as thee humans doth haveth. Though God whispers to me and said to me...
Son,
It shalt all be renewed soon.
No more men's hurt to their planet
Not their brothers
sisters
Moms
Dads
Lovers....
It shalt all be made pure soon
Mine child...
As at the time I smiled
And said
I know father
I know..
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 10:29 PM UTC
she is laid out before me
all of her glory
she lets my hands explore
I find truth
I find peace
senses overload
she gives me this
I, but a parasite
she orbits the sun
I scrape on her flesh
a pollutant
but she gives me all
all she can
my methods
organic
sustainable
proving my love
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 2:07 PM UTC
for Leo
I have no words to say today,
I used them all last night.
The city streets
were dark and bleak,
but I kept you in my sight.
We traded cash for hot *******
we were shooting for the moon.
This force-fed high
of no reply,
always falls apart too soon.
In flame of hair she poured my drinks
and smiled across the bar.
I don't need this drug,
this pollutant fog,
to find a shining star.
I need to walk that nature path
beyond my father's grave.
To find a self
in better health,
in a place I can be brave.
I have no words to say today,
in the sober morning light.
I'll fall to silence,
I'll walk away,
before I talk again,
come night.
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 6:58 PM UTC
When a baby arrive, why can't this world be clean? It has to come into a world, where people are so mean.
When a baby arrive, why does it hear bad words? Why can't we speak in harmony, so out voices can be heard?
When a baby arrive, why can't the air be pollutant free. Yet, they have to breathe in all kinds of toxins, causing a lot of allergies.
When a baby arrive, why do they hear so much noise? Not just from the adults, but every girl and boy.
When a baby arrive, can things began to change? Everyone should join together, so this can be arranged.
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 4:13 PM UTC