Free Cans/Jars of Humanities Plastic Soup
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RE: Free Cans/Jars of Humanities Plastic Soupwell darn, it is supposed to be in the shape of a tear, but its not working here in the forums........but you can see it how it was meant on my page, please go check it out..........thanks love asha 
She Cries In Pain She Cries In Pain Mother Earth Is Screaming. Is anybody listening? Tears are flowing with stains Flooding down the Mountains Through Streams & Rivers, past Lakes To Valleys below. All the way, She Aches To Her Majestic Oceans, Her tears are forever flowing As she cries, all attempts futile, to wash grime away, knowing What man has thrown out, his filthy trash, She cannot wash away Clopping Her on the head, blacken Her eyes, break limbs, every day Bruising Her precious delicate giving body, that man thinks is elastic Disposing his trash, that never rots, evil thing he created, called plastic Mother is completely unable to digest, and he knows She cannot stretch Her womb to hold anymore. She is sick, in pain, with what man did etch From this Evil thing he has forced down Her throat, when he thinks he's No use for it anymore. Just toss it out, into Her rivers and streams It all goes, till it reaches Her Mighty Oceans blue, where it flows Round and round inside Her belly, with no end in sight, it goes Never digest, evil plastic churning in Her womb, unclaimed She cries to show us how, we should be ashamed Though we are unwilling to write it in stone. This evil mankind has shown. Dispoils his bountiful Home. In the here & now write! "Rapist of Nature" The Panthiest Our Mother Is Fuming.....Watch Out Everyone...lol |
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RE: Free Cans/Jars of Humanities Plastic SoupThe Path of Life |
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RE: RE: Free Cans/Jars of Humanities Plastic Soupthat was fantastic dear.......what a truly wonderful poem in the fight against mans destructive hand.........thanks for posting this and being part of the posse........loves ya asha Quote:
Originally Posted by Hampton The Path of Life My journey down the path of life has seen miracles beyond comprehension My path has also brought me face to face with horrors that defy explanation For every great tree that towers on high and caresses the ancient sky Another lies fallen and broken in spite of the resounding hue and cry. My path has taken me down rivers and streams that breathe life into the land’s many fruits But just beyond the next bend in its journey the river gives way to waste that poisons its roots My path could have been richer and fuller were it not for man’s greed and warring nature But for whatever reason that was not meant to be as man persists in contaminating our future I dream of a world where we live in harmony And peace and beauty fill the hearts of all So I will continue to search as my spirit takes flight For a place far from man’s destructive beck and call © Copyright Charlie Gragg August 25, 2010 |
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RE: RE: Free Cans/Jars of Humanities Plastic SoupWow dear Mal, that was a fantastic write...so much emotion and heart ache in your passionate words about our hurting mother earth.......wonderful poem dear and this fits right in as the other side of the coin on this issue.......plastic that wont rot and will forever float in the oceans killing life and oil spilling into her crystal waters turning it into sludge and killing even more life......and thats not to even mention the damaged we have cause her on land........her waters are just the tip of the iceberg.......thanks for sharing this amazing piece with the Posse for Earth...........loves ya asha Quote:
Originally Posted by Maleficent From Your Mother I have given birth to you, Given everything on Earth to you, Sheltered, loved and nurtured you, Comforted and reassured you... Rocked you on my ocean's drift, Hoisted you on my winds so swift, And in return for all these gifts, You have torn gaping rifts... In my flesh and in my soul, Made your mark in yawning holes, Ravaged me for diamonds and gold, And now, my fury ever-grows... From my veins you slowly drudge, Rivers of vile oozing sludge, Thinking I'll not hold a grudge, After all, I am your only judge... My vengeance flies in splintered wood, Drowning you all in my tears flood, Shores awash with the stain of my blood, Retribution splattered in oily mud... |
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RE: Free Cans/Jars of Humanities Plastic SoupMal - You have penned this with such emotion! A powerful heartfelt plea for Mother Earth! Awesome write Babe! |
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RE: Free Cans/Jars of Humanities Plastic SoupThis Video Goes So Well For Our Cause With Earth 2.0 Posse Quote: Originally Posted by WordSlinger
First of all I made a funny, You know you are a redneck when your tupper ware is mason jars, lol, right. But think about that, rednecks love the earth , see!! America Stopped Singing and Started Slinging Words We need new emotion, let's gather group Let me tell you about the plastic soup We as humanity are Adolphins to the sea Litter gathers in the middle of the ocean With no drain to set it free, Do you want to eat some fish with me? We poets in the 21st century shall need to be, shall I say a hit man, We have to make the greats proud A tip of the hat from Walt Whitman You have to connect with your reader, They are the mountain to climb Hit ‘em like a meteor Hey! Right? A poet by day, and a poet by night You just think you do, that’s all you do You just think you do, who doesn’t care to loose Ah no one makes a wish anymore, they’re all on the ocean floor I don’t look at the world like vomit But sometimes I wish I was a comet Hey! Right? A poet by day, and a poet by night Where is Al Gore? Thanks for the net, and the P.M.R.C. Do you politicians feel guilty? Make Recycling MANDATORY man The whole food chain are eating plastic hard notice do you, when you swipe that card? Hey! Right? Pigs by day, and pigs by night I shall let the rest of the Poet Posse take it from here, And here they come, with fear it's self- you hear??? Word! Comments welcome on the link below: http://www.originalpoetry.com/america-stopped-singing-and-started-slin Here is a link to the Soups Distribution Center: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D7vHrMsnRFA&feature=player_embedded To Those of Concern We are the Earth 2.0 Poet Posse, we shall make a difference. More on the game of poetry: http://www.originalpoetry.com/forum/view/topic/topic_id/240 Last edited by ApaqRasgirl 09-03-2010 at 08:45:13 AM |
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RE: Free Cans/Jars of Humanities Plastic SoupPlastic soup that is never ending,,,,,,,what are we willing to do...........Is the question we all need to ask ourselves...........asha Last edited by ApaqRasgirl 08-30-2010 at 10:20:39 PM |
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RE: Free Cans/Jars of Humanities Plastic SoupI found these poems made in these videos to be shocking and most eye opening. Everyone should watch and listen to these and stand up to fight the system that is responsible for this, including ourselves. We much start at home to fight this and recycle more and refuse to use plastic in any way we can, that is not biodegradable...... Last edited by ApaqRasgirl 08-31-2010 at 03:32:59 AM |
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Demon SeedThe Black tide has risen ... |
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RE: Demon SeedThat was terrific dear poet friend........you said a lot of words that we all want to say and try to say,,,,,it is so much like a demon upon us with no end in sight.......I just pray that they wake up one day and use every once of power they have to clean up this mess before it overtakes every once of our beautiful ocean from shore to shore, then it will be too late indeed........beautiful write dear,,,,,,,,so deepening sad and so true it is.......well done and thanks so much for adding your poem to our cause the Earth 2.0 Posse........for we need all the voices we can get........thanks bunches......loves ya asha Quote:
Originally Posted by knight4696 The Black tide has risen ... Thanks to his decision, To assist in it's progression. There is no good reason ... For us to believe him, The great master of deception. ~ ~ ~ The death of God's creatures ... And disfigured features, Wash up upon her blackened shores. All in the name of greed ... They spread the demon seed, Till She can finally take no more. ~ ~ ~ They now beg forgiveness ... For the death and sickness, Inflicted upon her children. But I fear it's too late ... They've opened the flood gates, And the demon has now risen. ~ ~ ~ They try to correct it ... In delay they project it, Spewing gallons from your pores. Death counts begin to rise ... Causing tears in your eyes, Among silent cries of No More. ~ ~ ~ When will it finally stop? ... When will Man finally see?, And change the error of his ways? The Black tide has risen ... It's too late for forgivin', Now we are facing the final days. ~ ~ ~ As it has been foretold ... Since, the days of old, The ancients had said we'd perish. There's no resolution ... Man must stop his pollutin', And hold dear this planet we cherish. ~ ~ ~ KjK082910 |
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RE: Free Cans/Jars of Humanities Plastic Soup/My Heart Yearns For Thee
Last edited by ApaqRasgirl 08-31-2010 at 12:09:52 AM |
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RE: RE: Free Cans/Jars of Humanities Plastic Soup/My Heart Yearns For TheeQuote: Originally Posted by ApaqRasgirl Just a few ramblings words that came to my mind tonight. Enjoy all...Love asha My Heart Yearns For Thee So pure and blue where those colors When I looked into thine deepest sea Like looking into those sapphire eyes of my love My soul mate in life who now watches Over me from the Heavens above I am thankful he is there and cannot see The pure blue of your sea, that you used to be, for Is now a floating debris of multicolors Which if they were painted onto a canvas Would be a lovely picture indeed But floating round and round upon your majestic rhythm Thine ocean now, your colors of deepest sky blue sea Are no more, for they now carry rainbows of the color From plastic debris, which man has thrown at thee, that Will forever be, never rot, that plastic of many colors, Just continue to float round & round thee, it will be, yet then To the Black death of the oil sludge that is Slowly killing thee. What mankind has done To thee, there is no forgiveness for his act. For you to rise up and exact your vengeance On those who have brought you such misery Would be fair justice for many, many generations To come, yet would that even begin to even the score. Will we ever know in our lifetimes, or those of Our children, grand children, great grand children Or maybe not until the end of mankind, will there begin to be a change back to the pure blue of your, Oceans of deep sky blue deaths, to majestic turquoise Of the coral reefs,that were meant to be crashing Serenely from shore to shore, without the effects Man has put on thee. Would you then smile again So that we who will be hopefully in Heaven by then can see that beautiful Thee just once, they way God Meant For You To Be. Written by Asha August, 2010 asha... this beautifully descriptive piece expresses the angst we all feel... thanx so much for sharing your views! ~Mal 
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RE: Free Cans/Jars of Humanities Plastic Soupour mother... |
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RE: RE: RE: Free Cans/Jars of Humanities Plastic Soup/My Heart Yearns For TheeQuote: Originally Posted by Maleficent Originally Posted by ApaqRasgirl Just a few ramblings words that came to my mind tonight. Enjoy all...Love asha My Heart Yearns For Thee So pure and blue where those colors When I looked into thine deepest sea Like looking into those sapphire eyes of my love My soul mate in life who now watches Over me from the Heavens above I am thankful he is there and cannot see The pure blue of your sea, that you used to be, for Is now a floating debris of multicolors Which if they were painted onto a canvas Would be a lovely picture indeed But floating round and round upon your majestic rhythm Thine ocean now, your colors of deepest sky blue sea Are no more, for they now carry rainbows of the color From plastic debris, which man has thrown at thee, that Will forever be, never rot, that plastic of many colors, Just continue to float round & round thee, it will be, yet then To the Black death of the oil sludge that is Slowly killing thee. What mankind has done To thee, there is no forgiveness for his act. For you to rise up and exact your vengeance On those who have brought you such misery Would be fair justice for many, many generations To come, yet would that even begin to even the score. Will we ever know in our lifetimes, or those of Our children, grand children, great grand children Or maybe not until the end of mankind, will there begin to be a change back to the pure blue of your, Oceans of deep sky blue deaths, to majestic turquoise Of the coral reefs,that were meant to be crashing Serenely from shore to shore, without the effects Man has put on thee. Would you then smile again So that we who will be hopefully in Heaven by then can see that beautiful Thee just once, they way God Meant For You To Be. Written by Asha August, 2010 asha... this beautifully descriptive piece expresses the angst we all feel... thanx so much for sharing your views! ~Mal Thank you Mal for that wonderful comment, and for reading and being a member, of Earth 2.0 Posse created for a well needed cause. loves ya asha |
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RE: RE: Free Cans/Jars of Humanities Plastic SoupQuote: Originally Posted by Dano our mother... you turn a blind eye as our mother dies never an ounce of concern will you ever learn you play ignorant to screams and cries and turn a blind eye as our mother dies you turn a deaf ear to the things you hear never taking a stand or doing what you can denying propaganda as fear you turn a deaf ear to the things you hear you turn your back while our mother is under attack never looking around to see we are going down commitment is what the world lacks you turn your back while our mother is under attack you keep a closed heart while our mother is torn apart never caring how she bleeds driven by self-greed you wake up completely in the dark and keep a closed heart while our mother is torn apart while our mother dies you turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to the things you see and hear ignorant with no concern you will never learn our mother cries and dies before your deafened ears and blinded eyes our mothers heart is torn apart right behind your back she is under attack her blood is upon your hands while you refuse to take a stand our mother dies of a broken heart and is torn apart while you sit in the dark Thank you dear poet friend Dano, for being part of this group and for posting this wonderful poem for the fight against this terrible mess man has created...love asha    
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RE: Free Cans/Jars of Humanities Plastic SoupInto Them .. Into Me .. Into You |
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RE: Free Cans/Jars of Humanities Plastic SoupGreat write SB..................................Hampton |
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RE: Free Cans/Jars of Humanities Plastic SoupThank you Hampton, your write is awesome.............................StandingBear |
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RE: RE: Free Cans/Jars of Humanities Plastic SoupMy dear poet friend StandingBear, you have touched my Blackfoot native heritage with this piece. Truly profound write........The pain and heartache could be seen clearly all through your words. I especially liked this stanza; Quote:
Originally Posted by StandingBear Into Them .. Into Me .. Into You thoughts .. tears meaningful words .. appear seemingly from nowhere life continues it's treacherous path to somewhere traveling sitting still it's all the same nothing ever changes except environment and the seasons summer .. faded autumn .. arrived fresh cool air chases away humidity alas .. my heart is sad i'm a stranger visiting my own land a few .. brief moments i look up .. at the ill colored sky unseen acid rain .. falls my native golden skin .. burns a certain death touch i fear my ancestor's eyes .. long closed an unwanted .. final tribal dance all oceans .. rivers .. lakes .. streams continuously scream for all to hear crying for relief from poisons that flow into them into me into you Copyright © April 2009 StandingBear |
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RE: Free Cans/Jars of Humanities Plastic Soup "Rapist of Her Body"Rapist of Her Body Last edited by ApaqRasgirl 09-02-2010 at 09:00:33 AM |
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RE: Free Cans/Jars of Humanities Plastic SoupThe Day the Clouds Cried |
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RE: RE: Free Cans/Jars of Humanities Plastic SoupQuote: Originally Posted by Hampton The Day the Clouds Cried It started out like any other day with the sun and wind bathing mother earth from continent to continent creating spiraling clouds overhead that seemed to move in a purposeful manner. ∞ As the day progressed the sun began to disappear behind what was now ominous clouds that brought forth tiny dancing droplets of moisture that seemed to float in the soft winds. ∞ The clouds took full possession of the skies around the globe as they continued to turn from white to grey and as the last patch of clear sky disappeared behind the clouds the winds took their leave and the earth fell quiet as never before. ∞ The clouds danced overhead as if responding to a silent and sad refrain emanating from an ancient celestial point in the annals of time that marked its beginning. ∞ Slowly the tiny droplets began to intensify and to fall to earth covering the entire planet with a refreshing wetness that seemed to mark a prelude to an event never before witnessed by mankind since he first began to ravage this miraculous gift he had been given. ∞ As if sobbing uncontrollably the rain poured from the skies until It reached a crescendo of deafening proportions and fell upon the land as if intent on cleansing, purifying and reversing the thousands of years of abuse inflicted by man. ∞ The cries of thunder, preceded by lightning bolts that brought down the temples and monuments constructed by man, were unceasing and provided a lasting reminder to those that would survive of the need to embrace this majestic planet. ∞ You may dismiss this fictional tale and scoff at its message… but if you do… be vigilant of each day least you witness the gathering of clouds and hear the sobbing sound that signifies the beginning of the day the clouds cried. ©Copyright Charlie Gragg, September 2, 2010 That was stunningly beautiful my dear poet friend, your connection in your heart with mother nature is so plain to see in those humble words of this beautiful piece. I thank you for standing beside me as my brother embraced in natures arms as we struggle to fight against the destruction we have wrought upon Her Majestic Bounties she has given us......Love and light dear friend......***Namaste.........loves ya asha   
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RE: Free Cans/Jars of Humanities Plastic SoupYou Can't Turn Away Now
Written & Created by Asha 2010 Inspired by Poet Friend Tempy and her poem "When you turn away, the sun sets" Thank you dear friend Last edited by ApaqRasgirl 09-02-2010 at 06:58:32 PM |
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RE: Free Cans/Jars of Humanities Plastic SoupBon Appetit |
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RE: RE: Free Cans/Jars of Humanities Plastic Soupthat was wonderful my poet friend. you said it for us all, we may be a small group but a group of poets can speak very loudly through their words and will be heard. those that care and are listening will join the cause rather ours or another and fight to find a better way to live on this earth without destroying everything she has freely given us.......loved this write dear.........keep up the fight......love asha Quote:
Originally Posted by TheShowMan Bon Appetit We are the chefs we are so rude A combination that destroys everything With out a warning label issued The end of aquatics it shall bring the soup of death that exist Spreading into the water everywhere To the final fish, coral reed and endangered sea creature on the list I thought we are supposed to care? What is seen is a bloody tragedy We need more than a small group for the cause For a better tomorrow for us to see Yet many never realize as they watch TV and walk the malls Wetlands are not what they used to be Seafood industry is slowly going dry Though we are the land of the free Prices increase and we only wonder why? Gasoline just adds to the damn mix Of everything else that is out there Is it too late for us to fix? As the damage gets worse most of the nation is left unaware Time for a change perhaps right now Perfect time to make a stand Have to save the planet somehow If only more can understand |
Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.
Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.