Free Cans/Jars of Humanities Plastic Soup
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RE: RE: Free Cans/Jars of Humanities Plastic Soup - Here comes HeavenWow, that was fantastic dear friend.......loved it......keep on writing them....wonderful addition to the cause......thanks love asha Quote: Originally Posted by Springsize 7 meter , Here Comes Heaven _________________ Digging up the dead from old dinosaurs beneath the cold depths of hell, where flames feign gold honey for the oil sold Eco Planet starts with me when I choose the phosphate-Free little fishes in the sea die from colors in TP ...running down the walls of space pretty water, moving lace residue will leave a trace outlines chalked on Mama's face ...calling debt the plastic rain find it in the new food chain want it, need it, kill mundane slaughter houses inhumane ...eating nitrates then irate wonder how I'll ever mate mama give me one more plate house me in your welfare state. lazy, boring, give me more junk food, garbage, greasy roar seems I'm still too Eco poor selfish me, pollution boar. begging, ... "help me .... to restore equal balance to my core oceans filled with globs offshore death is eating at my door." ...come now Life, with Heaven Fate lest the temple desecrate.... sprout the herbs that will abate deadly germs that procreate. ...feed me knowledge to sustain weakened moments that contain my mistakes on folly train rich foods, bad moods, sad domain ...grow your greens, let me embrace Father, Mother, interface give me berries to replace hedonistic food disgrace if I eat that berry pie physics is the reason why death comes slow from hells' sweet lie sixty years and I will die is my dead food killing me why's it taste so tongue pleasie "it's not fair," in mouthy plea flavor, please, with no teasie life feels centered in my tongue feeding death to cancer lung addict to .... food-flavor's rung junk food won't help keep me young God of Living gone awry help me find the purest high waves of truth that underlie reasons why our bodies die. 
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RE: Free Cans/Jars of Humanities Plastic SoupQuote: Originally Posted by WordSlinger [/b]
First of all I made a funny, You know you are a redneck when your tupper ware are mason jars, lol, right. But think about that, rednecks love the earth , see!! America Stopped Singing and Started Slinging Words %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% Hey, John, This poem is the lyrics for a "Wake-up, Clean - up" war against pollution. IT IS REARING TO BECOME A MUSICAL HIT! Hey! This is no ordInary "Soft poetry" or "academic poetry", "Academic poetry" is thus a new literary term? 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: [url]http://www.originalpoetry.com/america-stopped-singing-and-started-slin[/url] Here is a link to the Soups Distribution Center: [url]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D7vHrMsnRFA&feature=player_embedded[/url] To Those of Concern We are the Earth 2.0 Poet Posse, we shall make a difference. More on the game of poetry: [url]http://www.originalpoetry.com/forum/view/topic/topic_id/240[/url] Last edited by cousinsoren 10-26-2010 at 04:54:03 AM |
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.