Recyclable Poems - Poems about Recyclable

...Perche Sono Me IV (Fire) It’s been a long time since I have told anyone why I was myself and why I am me. It was long ago that I dictated three prose poems on this matter. The same questions have co......Read the rest...

...V. "The Great Collective Awakening" Aren't we the true definitive problem, not just astray- malignant corporations… Or unresponsive governments ? We are fault......Read the rest...

...The dog wore a rainbow bandana A feral cat hissed at it Birds bullied each other at the feeder A hawk in the shadows Rats scurried through the alleys Of both the rich and poor (garbage is garba......Read the rest...

... ~ the one who fears love...painful experiences must be included ~ my quote Who twisted the strings on the gui......Read the rest...

...Green is nature and growth Green is moving forward Green is conservation Green is when you think wild Green is recyclable Green is love dipped in red Green is a live color......Read the rest...

...I stay close to home these days, my roaming needs seeming to expire with age, finding more of what I need in the Silence of packing; of course, this worn-out body is far too cumbersome to even......Read the rest...

...It is a plasmid wraith of thickened odors, its organs, the sticky slops of dead-end days. It hungers for discarded dregs, the dispensed with and disposed of are its haunt, scraps of yesterday......Read the rest...

...Thoughts are Spiritual Substance – part of living reality, but on a higher plane of experience. We could not think it, if it were not already a spirit-arch-type, in the infinite mind of God. Th......Read the rest...

...We enter and exit through the vision – what we see, and what we deny; never knowing what is there; nearsighted and a-far – born unclear, our focus a gradual ascent – eyes, not a victory, bu......Read the rest...

...Wandering the maze of sanity has now become a harsh challenge to the psyche as insanity fuels itself with echoing bigotry soaring like starving hawks while vultures are daily treated to sights......Read the rest...

...I've heard it said, and seen it done, "This currency of capitalism is the very venomous root of all evil." And, I've heard good cooperative capitalists say, perhaps a bit too loudly, "Not......Read the rest...

...Colored Memories ARTIST BOX OF DRIED UP MARKERS I'm a temperamental artist In instants I'm prompted to draw Choice of tools to use my favorite are markers Colored markers, orange-blue-red-green......Read the rest...

... Why does the voiceless canary stare so bleakly? Why do the sullen grey clouds desert a sombre sky? As the ugly black smog blots out the valiant sun’s rays The honey less flowers kiss......Read the rest...

...Monomaniacal Mist I am the finite of the infinite for the shadows bleed my presence My habitual hunger is imminent and toxicant time is of the essence Like the serpent swallowing sorrows sli......Read the rest...

...A Ball see it rise like a balloon massive fire-disk reflects sun on fine sheets of steel skinned over heat foam all connected on a track of circles pipes and control refined layers gas f......Read the rest...