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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Butterfly Butterfly

Butterfly butterfly
Land where you will
On petal of flower
And stay oh so still
Till a breeze lifts you up
To fly off and play
In the cup of more nectar
A garden away

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!

A Hole In The Hedge

She plunges to the ground
Her final showdown with the wind
Surrendering to the ravages of the wild
That have beaten her smooth greyed branches
And clashed arms with her mighty boughs
Yielding to Nature’s force
The untamed invincible beast

She concedes defeat
Unable to sustain her fortitude
Nor retain the will any longer to stand guard on the wayside
As the eye of the storm becomes her Waterloo
And she falls;
Ash lost to ashes
Now a hole in the hedge

Image if a fallen Ash in the storms of 14/1/15 courtesy of http://www.simparb.co.uk/ also on facebook https://www.facebook.com/SimparbTreeSurgeons and twitter @SimpArbTreeCare

 

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

Cry Salty Tears

Sad sad world
Cry salty tears
To bring healing; health; peace
Indiscriminately
And let the sun shine again
Pure brilliant rays
Melting the souls of those who hate
Brightening the lives of those who mourn
Warming those left out in the cold

Sad sad world
Cry salty tears
To cleanse; purify; preserve
Without prejudice
And let love; harmony and hope
Restore the joy
Washing over each of individual, family and community
Celebrating diversity
Resonating unity

 

The Wind Turbines

We stand on century duty
Three arms up in the air
Catching the wind in breezy flight
To distribute and share
Kinetic energy renewed
As clean mechanic power
Producing electricity
For hour upon long hour

And all along in silent shift
We sit horizon bound
In slender white apparel tall
Towering out from the ground
As watchmen in the countryside
Or even just offshore
Our turbines to attention stand
To harvest wind galore

Vicious Cycle (Haiku)

A scorched planet melts
From carbon footprint beach-bound
To escape the heat

By Alex Proimos from Sydney, Australia [CC-BY-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons 

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. (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. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)