Short Dustbin Poems

2010
Straight in the dustbin....

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cough duplicate mould
turmoil riot
fury dustbin Kingdom...

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colour clock knight parade
birds salute fallen hospital shoes
old heavy dustbin...

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dustbin
still blooming
plastic roses

To be published January, 2016, Cattails...

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love stories are said
greatest of all these have been ~
Child in the dustbin

24 November 2021...

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listen up mankind
the sea is not your dustbin
take your rubbish home


Written on third of may 2018....

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father gave me ambitions
mother gave me  hope
society gave me red eyes
but I picked myself from dustbin...

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In the game of life
  it helps to have a wife

I'd say the same about a husband
  but that might land me in the dustbin...

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Abortion

see its damage
after throwing that baby on a dustbin
a baby is God's image
abortion is something so mean
destroying nature
a baby's future.

Drencho POET Loads...

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Home, oh, sweet home
A godown for love 
A full stop for a journey
A dustbin for your grief
A flower pot for your joy 
A money - bag for your deficiency 
And a pride for you to keep...

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Without you,

worn down, weary,
staggering into tomorrow,
dissolving my todays, grim, dreary,

I crawl, slipping out of my skin,
flinging laughter, joy, contentment,
into the gaping abyss of life's dustbin.

Without you...

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We saw his boots behind a barn door,
his hat on a peg gathering cobwebs,
the dust of his skin in a dustbin.
He was a last straw in a hay stack.
Yet we all said we remembered him
while we drank beer to 'what's his name....

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Mind not dustbin
To keep anger
Or hate stays.

Mind should store
Good thoughts abounds
Not garbage hall.

Keep mind away
From Satan's shots
But God's words worth.

Keep mind the box
Of treasure worth
World's gold combine....

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My life is like a pencil 
Sharp and use 
Once the work is done 
Kept in box like tube 

My life is like polythene 
People use it and throw 
Once i carry their load 
They feel air and blow..!!  

My life is becoming a dustbin 
All come and throw garbage 
Between my life and relation 
There are only ashes....

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He comes carrying the banner of love
He comes carrying the banner of service
He comes carrying the banner of unity
He comes carrying the banner of growth
He comes carrying the banner of development
He comes carrying the banner of security
But all the gems are zero- sum games
As all have their destination in the dustbin...

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Zoom Zoom went the organ grinder
As the panda bear bore delight
in its urbane mind set
Burning marigolds over wrought
only tell half the story as was
Jupiter jumping 
Nostrums for the retraining
A thousand dandelions heads
If they could only scatter mile high
Joking leprechauns come out laughing
in black dustbin liners
by the dug notre jardin...

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Blind is blind
despite the fact that the sun
shines everyday to show path

Impurity 
although beautiful to look 
is impure

Dustbin is always a dustbin 
even though it is in 
a beautiful blooming flower garden

Human feces
Even if washed with urine, 
that place is never be sacred

Inside blindness is always harmful

09.07.2020 Chattogram...

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Every Man
Every man is a blind tourist
On bare feet, naked body
In the mystery world of foes
Full of thorns and venom
Battling against chaotic ordeals
Unlucky he who tours long
Fighting long folly wars
With no victory in sight
Ripening and rotting
Slowly and surely
Like tomatoes
From anniversary
To anniversary
Finally resting
In the dustbin
Forever...

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Do I dare jest
With mortal flesh?


Shades, tints and hues
Colours past due


Hallway portraits
Memories raid


This motley few
Soup from ox's stew


Pain and disease
Unhinge sound ease


I wait and watch
Time must dislodge


Now play with pun
Fun on the run


Note shades of grey
Beyond slow sway


Another win
For the dustbin



Leon Enriquez
29 June 2014
Singapore...

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When shadows take you by the hand
seek the nature of the game
When pale riders steal your dreams
and mist is on your land
hold on to your mind
as the silent streets prevail
The avenues you walk with reeds
No more will be heard of you
whilst you Sunday picnic
and your dustbin flew away
and the skies open
Avenge these disappointments
make for your own secret place...

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the rusty necklace
which was thrown into the sea
the wilted roses
that lose the petals each day
the torn bouquet wrapper
in the dustbin

a dusty photo
at the bottom of the pile
the foolish dreams 
that had broken
the song lyrics
which all sound the same

stuck in an hourglass
so far ahead
at the end, 
everything will be forgotten

it doesn't matter
you do you
grow up and start anew...

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If you have a chance to present yourself, then you ignore the opportunity;
Your shame; Which rape you.
Your shame for you and you think yourself Vagina;
You rape you
A hundred nuns dog on the road.
One hundred children
And you have a mug
One hundred pots
what will you do?
Do not understand anything!
Beat the dog?
Feed the children?
The child and dogs eat the dough and eat it in the dustbin.
Where is the dog's fault?...

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the black birds 
flying over the meadow
filled with wild flowers
in a spring day
are lonely

they are looking for their friends
the humans who alas are no more
the birds don’t know what happened
they are birds after all

but they know 
the cities are quiet
and all the humans are gone 
where they went 
no one knows or cares

and so humanity fades away
into the dustbin of history
yet another master race
alive no more...

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Polluted mind

I read a little but many forget
I lost my memory earliest…..
The dustbin of my mind,
I’m not disposing 
Unwanted remembrance 
Why not going….
The thing that I want to forget
But some factor is there
Stopping everywhere…….
What is solution that
I’m trying to find…….
What is the fact?
Polluted my mind…..
         
                  Ashumit k.v.
                    21/3/2016 
                            (India)...

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Given in appreciation
but taken away on request
translated to foreign land
but asked to surrender everything
employed to serve unknown guests
but asked to behave brainlessly
taken for a tour as personal effect
but chained for whims of tourism

Today young girls of the world
are chattels of people’s wishes

They are dustbin of weird whims
hijacked, negotiated, looted, lied to
are groundnut paste of pleasure
nothing in this world they are 
but chattels, empty scraps!...

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