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Environmental Strife

Call it rubbish – call it garbage
Call it anything you will
But what it sadly constitutes
Is far too much landfill

Destruction of our planet
Corroding to the core
But still we keep on dumping
Just more and more and more

The earth so overwhelmed
With the rot and with the grime
The pollution that gets dug into
It’s crust time after time

With chemicals and toxins
Seeping out to violate
Natures’ homeostasis
Corrupted – what a fate

And still the rubbish builds up
In environmental strife
As tears of acid rain cascade
Is this the end of life?

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What cloak will you encapsulate?
What feeling, be your guise?
Will it be one of fear or sadness,
Anger, joy or pure surprise?

Will anticipation be your mantle
Or perhaps disdain, disgust?
Or will your emotive boat sail
On the open seas of trust?

For emotions are the driving force
Behind experiences each day
Insurgents that control our hearts
Our heads and minds and way

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Every day is made more special
By the company we keep
The folk along whose path we walk
And those with whom we dare to talk
The friendships that we reap

For lives we touch, ingratiate
Those to whom we tender care
Will offer hope; extend our heart
Risk all for kindness on our part
With breaths of pure fresh air

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Chocolate Cake

Have your cake and eat it up
No problem we all say
For chocolate cake is just the best
On each and every day
With cream oozing from centre and
Choccie dripping from the top
With sprinkles, buttons, flakes in droves
As well as chocolate drops
And rich rich velvet nominess
Confection of delight
Will not last long on plate or fork
Unless right out of sight

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Birthday candles, burning bright
Enough to set the house alight
And give sufficient heat to still
Warm up the room lest pay the bill
“For how many?”  I hear you say
“So many candles for one day!”
But fear not though through C O 2
We’ll sing happy birthday to you!

Part of this year's twenty. Geez, I'm getting old.

Part of this year’s twenty. Geez, I’m getting old. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I took a selfie by the sea
To see what could be seen
And saw a sea view behind self
That simply saved the scene
With seals all surfing seamlessly
Near sand by open sea
A seaside seascape simply said
To save the sea selfie

SEAL

SEAL (Photo credit: Brianellwood1)

Life’s Sleep Clock

When they are small there are no hours
Of sleep so guaranteed
As crying baby calls right out
To cater for their needs

Then later into childhood years
The patter of small feet
Beats the alarm in morning time
With smiles to each day greet

Next into adolescence and
Those teenage years they go
Where mornings just now don’t exist
Or not that they will know

Soon comes their college days and well
Bar lectures called at nine
The night-time oil burns ever bright
Where early hours seem fine

Succeeding this, the middle years
With hours that vary wide
From dawn time starts to get to jobs
With late nights to abide

Then old age hits and nights draw in
And sleep just has no rhyme
Arising hourly for relief
And dozing post lunchtime!

¿el tiempo duerme?

¿el tiempo duerme? (Photo credit: tnarik)

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