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Bag Up!

So today you’ll have to take bag
To the shops for all your stuff
Or else get charged a shilling if
You moan and say it’s tough
To remember to put in a bag
With purse and keys and list
So much to memorise for sure
Don’t get your knickers in a twist

For think of all the savings
The way you will improve
The environment about yourself
When you get in the groove
And take your own bags shopping
Give them an outing too
Save climate change in small small steps
So bag up – don’t argue!

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Fooled By A Dream

Behold the azure sky
With scattered cotton wool clouds
Ahead the light of a golden sun
Shining onto verdant fields
Where pure crystal rain nourishes
Replenishes
Satiates
A world at peace
Where each is reconciled to the other
Wars are no longer fought
Battles are but a distant memory
Love is the universal code
Uniting the hearts of humankind
And I shed a tear as I realise my April Fool
Fooled by a dream
A wish
A longing
An imagining that harmony
Co-operation
Collaboration could even exist
Were it so
I wish it was

Litter Bug Nation

Litter bug nation
An utter disgrace
With the trash that is being
Dropped all over the place

The garbage that’s thrown
From fast moving cars
To litter the wayside
Things have gone too far

The rubbish that’s dumped
Out there in the street
Just thrown into oblivion
Trampled under our feet

Then the dumping; the fouling
Fly tipping and more
Oh litter bug nation
Stop it now we implore!

For you’re stifling the planet
Suffocating her lungs
You’re killing her quietly
From the trash that is flung

From the toxins; the debris
The waste and the mess
Please take home your rubbish
And dump a lot less!

It was a real eye opener on the Bedford Bypass yesterday seeing the heavily littered wayside and literally the fact that teams of people had to be employed to litter pick the copious amounts of rubbish that filled two trucks!!!! Why do people think it is OK to fling their rubbish rather than put it n a bin? It’s beyond me!

What Is A Child?

What is a child? It’s hard to say
For concepts and beliefs
Vary so much from here to there
In time span and relief

A “social actor” some may say
With ideas of their own
Or maybe childhood simply is
A construct all alone

A definition of the young
That’s made to represent
The way non-adults operate
And their development

Development that wax and wanes
With patterns that reveal
A change towards more organised
Not just the way they feel

Debated through biology
And the environment
Traced back to the great minds of old
Philosophy’s intent

And so what is a child you ask?
A question that implores
The quest to look at social traits
Genes, culture and much more

What Is A Child

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reference: Woodhead, M. (2005). ‘Children and Development’ in Oates, J. Wood, C. Grayson, A. (eds) Psychological Development and Early Childhood, Milton Keynes: Open University

If I Was An Alien

If I was an alien looking from space
I’d look at the Earth and think what a disgrace
For the blue isn’t clear and the green is all gone
The people are fighting; there’s so much so wrong
I’d think to myself are these people for real?
They’ve brains in their heads and are able to feel
They say they are civilized but is that a joke?
For this planet they’re killing and trying to choke
The breath from its lungs and its heart they don’t see
They don’t stop or listen less let alone be
At peace or contented; at one with them self
And with fags, booze and burgers they’re screwing their health
They rush here and there in a blizzard of faff
They’re peculiar beings and to be honest quite naff
And they don’t speak anymore; they don’t nod, say hello
But sit on the internet; surfing to and fro
And with all that potential I do wonder why
They don’t care for each other leaving some just to die
Or blow others up with big guns and with words
What an odd little planet, how very absurd!
But the thing that I’d wonder; that perplexes me most
Is their obsessions with aliens; pillar for post
For in the state that they’re in, do they really conceive
That I’d venture to that place!  Sadly not I believe!
And for what it is worth; I would leave in a jot
If I happened to land there; found I’d taken a spot
Up on the Earth that’s blessed above all
For these humans appear hell bent on their fall.
If I was an alien looking from space
I’d look at the Earth tears falling down from my face

Clean

I wonder if we never cleaned
What would happen to this place
Would it vanish in clouds of dust
A dirty huge disgrace
Or would it simply just become
A layered ball full of fluff
That we would grow accustomed to
And not get then give a stuff

Or is this dust a man-made thing
From all our cleaning ways?
And clutter that we hoard and keep
Throughout our earthbound days
So that by not then cleaning
The dust just then conceals
The bits and bobs that cause the mess
Does it otherwise reveal?

Reveal ourselves as dust makers
The dirt creators dream
And not really as clean as we
Might like always to seem
For tidy, messy, clean or not
The thing with humanity
Is that each one of us has made
Our planet quite dirty!

And yet we don’t all notice
We don’t stop and see the mess
This over burned home we have
That’s crying from the stress
Of pollution and waste products
Dirty water and disease
I wonder if we never clean
Will her anguish ever ease?

The Earth seen from Apollo 17.

The Earth seen from Apollo 17. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Lament The World

Lament the world the rubbish piled so high
The sounds of war, the distant battle cry
The wealth in face of poverty nearby
The acid rain that falls down from the sky

Lament the world, the tears of those who mourn
The stress, the strife, the broken hearts forlorn
The dirty water streams so full of scorn
The death rate stealing those just newly born

Lament the world, who knows not what we’ve done
The progress yet still ruled by machine gun
The place called Earth where nobody has won
The web of devastation sadly spun

The Earth seen from Apollo 17.

The Earth seen from Apollo 17. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)