Recycler Poems - Poems about Recycler

...In local park you’ll see her foraging. In every litter bin she digs deep down to see what precious prize there hides away. With ginger overcoat and auburn hair she is the cunning urban fox at wor......

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...AMELIORATE. not a word used in haiku ~ just crossword fodder The earth worm startled. In panic it moved in its full extension, leaving behind its earthen cloak, to reveal it’s glisteni......

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...Embodied By David J Walker As if I were a Ford or Chevy Or an Old’s 88 Classified by year and make and Model, registered and taxed and Licensed with the local government ......

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...I have a bet with an old fig tree in my backyard; a bet as to whether he will be out of the ground before I am in it; not that we wish the other a speedier demise, for there is a strong ......

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...A CLASSIC BEACH ROMANCE Of pleasures that grew on a sandy shore You touched me and kissed me more I surrendered all with childlike trust You loved me not but I loved you a must A much shorte......

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...Ding The dryer just went off I swear the timer just said 10 more minutes Time to put my happy face on And leave for work Don’t forget to brush your gums With fluoride issued toothpaste and W......

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...Nature was the original recycler She could take the ancient waste Make it into life nourishing soil To help the flowers grow. When waste was of her own making It would decay into the ground ......

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...Porthos Starshipbroken? There was a dog on Enterprise Whose smell T’Pol like to exorcise– A beagle named Porthos, On Capt. Archer’s bed, he would repose. Where did Archer pick up this hound?......

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...I should have been recycled and placed in the bin It wouldn't hurt there ,Id be cozy with cans and tin Dragged up the hill for the trash men with their bright orange vests I'd watch for the......

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...Through dusty lenses she gazes at an the welcomes instrument of her demise Ripped and torn insides make it hard to sit comfortably for very long As the recycler warms up, two sharp forks pierce her......

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