Dirty Laundry
Household washing machines
spin cycle waste water churns out
potentially adverse Microplastic pollution
polyester acrylic debris
washing up shorelines worldwide
synthetic textile filaments
contaminate marine habitats
once ingested microplastics
persist in cells for months
moving up the food chain
after absorbing toxic chemicals
PCBs dioxins DDT
forensic evidence indicates
a single garment can shed over
1900 fibers in a single load
lack of funding stifles
research into removal methods
fashion designers
appliance manufactures
need develop innovative ways
environmentally friendly
filters and fibers
to reduced debris release
simple solutions provide
consumers means to play their part
choosing natural fabrics
linen wool silk hemp
good old organic cotton
over synthetic textiles
consider petrochemical
free detergents
when loading laundry
max out mileage on
blankets fleeces shirts
before tossing in the wash
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Petrol Companies Lobotomize Humanity
petrochemical
free detergents
hints
at synthetic textiles
pimp sources
petrol companies
flogging fossil soups
served up upon shorelines
worldwide sterilizing seas
spreading mega ocean
dead zones
off coastlines
are highly industrialized
nations
determined
to melt poles
to milk another
10cents worth
of profit
ignoring
last red light
waning
flashes
before catastrophic
sea
level
rises
sudden
engulf
permanently
slim lined continents
suffering
fabricated deaths
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Washing Machine Albeit So Weird
I do not trust the long rinse and spin cycle of the
washing machine, loud and insane, scrunch up
the washing, making careful hanging to obviate
ironing impossible; I always interfere in rinsing-
spinning since washing machines have been
designed by demons bent on torturing humans
My distrust of all kinds of machines; except my
adorable laptop who takes every word it is fed
and returns it to me in the script I like; led to my
never using a dishwasher, an evil device that
runs in unfathomable cycles driving me crazy
with uncertainty about objects and motives
And degree of cleanliness; therefore I turn the
kitchen radio to Radio Pretoria (because they
play German music, the bedroom radio stays
tuned to FM Classic, TV alternating between
Nat Geo Wild and Deutsche Welle while the
big screen TV remains on sports channels)
And wash the dishes by hand; - I forgot to
add detergent when washing Tiaan’s dusty
clothes two washes ago, somehow I hold an
irrational belief washing should require little
detergent if any– and the washing machine
did not remind me – hah! – point is
While it is impossible to wash by hand, my
wrists go numb as I scrub and twist - the
washing machine is a strange invention
that refuses to wash in a way I can
understand - but I shall always use
it, albeit so weird…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Tomorrow is the laundry day
Tomorrow is the laundry day
Though tomorrow’s bright and sunshine strikes
Seduce you to play outside
But duty must be priority
Washing the dirty to be clean again
And your day will feel light
After you do that
Tomorrow is the laundry day
Though tomorrow’s cloudy and can’t stop rainy
Bother you with damp laundry
But duty is duty
Washing the dirty so it won’t be stinky
And your day will be bright
After you do that
Tomorrow is the laundry day
Though your laundry is already loaded
And you don’t want to see or touch
But duty must be completed
Washing the dirty so it ready to be used
And your day will feel more comfortable
After you do that
Tomorrow is the laundry day
Though your heart grumbles “Later”
No, do not listen that lazy one
Duty is to be worked not be grouch
Washing is a fun job if your heart happy
And your day will be victory
After you do that
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Can I Dry Clean?
washing the clean linen in dirty water,
makes the clothes to be dirty and colored,
white clothe will invite the color of contrast,
color of the water that it is dipped into.
When we think of the ills and manipulate with evils,
the souls that are born white, will be colored,
when we wash the evil thoughts in evil solutions,
our souls will be soiled, colored and in illusion.
believing the color that we possess is the brightest,
If it is the brightest of white, as white is pure,
then it is all right, even if we are in other colors,
don't worry, it can be bleached to white.
White and black are two extreme colors,
with extreme characters and properties,
when the white reflects everything as good actions,
the black absorbs everything as the mother nature.
Between these two colors,
there are thousands of colors,
blending of seven colors of rain bow,
where we live and be happy and sorrow.
Washing the clean linen of any color,
in the water of dirt and sediment,
will make the linen dirty and soiled,
Where shall we find the clean water,
to wash our dirty souls of multiple colors?
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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E waste
e waste amasses pollutant high hills
throughout Chinese village communities
toxic heavy metal run offs
contaminate communal drinking water
responsible ways to dispose of modern waste
the cost of technological power
what solutions can be offered?
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Environmental Pollution
Environmental pollution
Is a collision of masses of waste particles
That requires an immediate solution
My heart saddens when I realise
There will come a time when all rainforests
Will turn to barren stretched marked lands
When rivers will be invaded by all weather pests
I wish we could plant a tree next door
Control the toxic waste released into our waters
Control the toxic waste released into our atmosphere
I despair and fear because I care
About what we breathe in from the air
Help! environmental pollution
Technological advancement has its negative sides
Smoke, smog & waste is mixing with carbon dioxide
Everyday toxic chemicals we are releasing
And fresh water reserves are decreasing
So help, help
Help find a solution
To Environmental Pollution
The air we consume
Is polluted with all kinds of fumes
If we continue like this
We shall be doomed
We shall be doomed!
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Laundress
Dhobis usually operate from door to door collecting dirty linen from households. After a day or two, they return the linen washed, sometimes starched and ironed. Dhobis were the forerunners on the Indian subcontinent to modern professional dry cleaners. Since the dhobi charges are much lower than those of dry cleaners, they are popular with most households.Each dhobi marks a unique symbol or character on garments belonging to a particular household. This is marked in black indelible ink to prevent it from being washed off. Dhobis may wash the clothes themselves or outsource it to dhobis who only wash clothes. In Andhra Pradesh this caste is known as Rajaka (Chakali) and they make up 6% of the Andhra Pradesh population.This group is known as Madvala or Rajaka in the state of Goa.In Mumbai, dhobis are an integral feature of the city.All the dhobis wash their linen in the Mahalaxmi area known as Dhobi Ghat. This area is strangely popular with foreign tourists looking for a piece of quintessential Indianness. Another region in South Mumbai, Dhobitalao, used to be a lake where British soldiers used to have their uniforms washed about 120 years ago.There are also streets called Dhobi (or Dhoby) Ghaut in Singapore and Penang (Malaysia) , where Indian dhobis used to carry out their ancestral business.Dhobi remains British Armed Forces slang for washing (i.e. 'doing your dhobi') . In addition, washing powder is known as 'dhobi dust'.
Sometimes, a colloquial verb 'to dhobi' is used. The sentence 'My clothes were stinking, so I took them off and dhobied them native fashion by bashing them on a wet rock' from The Gold of Malabar by Berkely Mather, an author who had spent many years in India.The word 'dhobi' has been absorbed into the Malay language as 'dobi' to mean 'laundry'. So 'kedai dobi' means 'laundry shop'. A laundry shop in Malaysia may be owned by any race, not only Indian.Dhobi itch is an alternative name for jock itch. In Sri Lanka too the rheumatoid culture is same and they treat them as low caste and offer a small chair to sit! What a ridiculous World is this?
What are you doing my little Angel at this Twilight by the River bank?
I thought you're a Goddess and I am a Buffalo boy
To my stingy Master's herd!
Please do not run like a reindeer
I am your faithful brother.
If you wait for a while I play the flute
And if you are interested the tune
I spend my whole life to teach you,
Why you wash others dirt and their sins?
If I have a tiny World of my own
Definitely I give you a Buffalo ride
But I am only a Buffalo boy
And not a seasonal Jockey!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men; and among those fibers, as sympathetic threads, our actions run as causes, and they come back to us as effects.
quote by Herman Melville
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Release Them From Their Mental Cages
Release them from their mental cages.
And unlock and free them from their self inflictions.
Too much of their debris has created obstacles.
And those who are now awake,
And forgiving of their past mistakes...
Are being delayed to accomplish their missions.
By those insisting they have a fear...
Of making and creating their own footprints clear.
Release them from their mental cages.
And unlock and free them from their self inflictions.
Too much of their debris has created obstacles.
And healing with an uplifting done to their minds,
Is severely overdue!
Release them from their mental cages.
We have no desire to see them stampeded.
But a stampeding of them is what we will do!
'When you say, 'Release them from their mental cages.'
You speak of doing this 'figuratively' right?
Right?
As something done emblematically, right?
RIGHT?
Why don't you answer me? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Single Is Fair
Single
I am single
Question of double
Does not arise.
I am single
Only single.
Single sun
Single moon
Single earth
Single air
Single sky
Sngle water
Single fire
Single soul
Single body
All are there
All are fair.
Single is single
Single is beautiful
Single is fair.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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A poetess and a silent shell
Hail a wave do come here
Give foam of sighs in mother’s milk
Hail a wave please no fear
Won’t touch your hidden fibers of silk
Your fibers smooth like sails
Of wind cast blown horizon blue
In shrieks of hungry gales
I’ll only whisper to you
Sky and earth again divide
New horizons of blue to spell
Remember from me no one can hide
In drops of water your silent shell
I used to live and breathe in it
Before you cast me on this sand
And left me silent webs to knit
In whispers of a newly born land
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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In an age of synthetic images and synthetic emotions, the chances of an accidental encounter with reality are remote indeed.
quote by Serge Daney
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Take Me To The River
I dont know why I love her like I do
All the changes you put me through
Take my money, my cigarettes
I havent seen the worst of it yet
I wanna know that youll tell me
I love to stay
Take me to the river, drop me in the water
Take me to the river, dip me in the water
Washing me down, washing me down
I dont know why you treat me so bad
Think of all the things we could have had
Love is an ocean that I cant forget
My sweet sixteen I would never regret
I wanna know that youll tell me
I love to stay
Take me to the river, drop me in the water
Push me in the river, dip me in the water
Washing me down, washing me
Hug me, squeeze me, love me, tease me
Till I cant, till I cant, till I cant take no more of it
Take me to the water, drop me in the river
Push me in the water, drop me in the river
Washing me down, washing me down
I dont know why I love you like I do
All the troubles you put me through
Sixteen candles there on my wall
And here am I the biggest fool of them all
I wanna know that youll tell me
I love to stay
Take me to the river and drop me in the water
Dip me in the river, drop me in the water
Washing me down, washing me down.
song performed by by Talking Heads
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Don't Waste Food
Hundreds and thousands have toiled under the scorching sun of summer,
to grow the food which so comfortably we eat.
think of food as the fruit of labor of thousands of hours,
rather than just rice and wheat.
millions die due to lack of food, so is their fate,
but we are lucky to have every time enough in our plate.
we may never go to the fields to produce the food,
but my friend 'food saved is food produced'.
so lets take a vow today to put in our plate only that much which we can eat,
so that even a single single grain may not go waste.
poem by Sunny Mittal
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You Are The Sea
The cruelest thing to someone like me
You wash towards me, covering everything
Then pull away and disappear again
You infiltrate every cell of me
I gladly wrap my hope and joy in you
Then you gradually disappear again
I've been sitting in this hotel room for so long
I keep thinking I hear the phone ringing
But it's not
I keep thinking I see the sun rising
But it's not
It's just the sea
Playing its tricks on me
I say too much on the subject
I dwell too long on the subject
Can't shake your face
Can't shake your name from my head
Said too much again
I've said too much again
The cruelest thing to someone like me
Is what I do to myself, waiting for high-tide
Ignoring everything I have, torturing myself
The craziness in me is just spilling over
Diving into shallow water from the rocks
Forgetting everything I have, torturing myself
I've been sitting at this bar for far too long
I keep thinking I hear your voice behind me
But I'm wrong
I keep thinking I see you walking by
But I'm wrong
It's just the sea
Playing its tricks on me
It's been nearly a year of concentrated longing now
Nearly a year of pining after the sea and the girl
Nearly a year and no single step closer
Nearly a year and still I don't know her
I keep thinking this is what I really need
But it's not
I keep thinking this is all so clear
But I'm wrong
It's just the sea
Playing its tricks on me
You are the sea
Playing your tricks on me
You are the sea
And I should let go
I should let go
Why can't I let go?
Is pain all I can know?
I'm washing my hands
I'm washing my hands of you
I'm washing them
In the sea
I'm washing my hands of you
Washing them
In the sea
And letting go of you
I'm letting go of the sea...
(2009)
poem by B. Alexander
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You will not rain
I know you will not rain
As you find in it no gain
All our efforts are in vain
Problems follow like in chain
We deserve no mercy and pity
Villages ruined and rushing towards city
No more means and loosing entity
Life at standstill and no more continuity
Little more delay may invite wrath
Hunger all over and terrible deaths
Man will kill man for simple bread
You will be alive but lie will be dead
What is free from you as gift?
For sharing natural wealth we have rift
No one is budging with little shift
We need solution with meaningful lift
Air we have completely polluted
Chemicals and poisons in water diluted
No area we have left for natural intervention
Only destruction and no steps for prevention
Is this all we long for better tomorrow?
Are we prepared to be with nature and grow?
Can we not stop drive to block river’s flow?
If not, then get ready for nature’s blow
All forces combine and add to plight
Misery, hunger, deaths instead of delight
No immediate solutions is within sight
Who will come and suggest steps us right
Many may face ugly death and starvation
What is best means for our salvation?
What are the means for its alleviation?
Prevent unhealthy steps with concrete reconciliation
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Brain Washing
Ooh-ooh
Old mr. joe, he build a house away
On top of some hill
Old mr. joe knew he had to go, so he
He got right down and wrote bank will
He say now, heres to mother hen
And her chicken, lord have mercy now
Master, will you take a roll in the mud
Like you know you should?
The old barnyard, the old barnyard
Birds and the chick, ooh-wee
Whos got to watch out for brother mongoose
With his top hap and walking-stick?
Its just the poors brain washing
(poors ...) they told me a long time ago,
Its just the poors brain washing, ooh-wee
(poors brain washing) now look at a thing like this
Cinderella and her long lost fellow
In the midnight hour, she lost her silver slipper
Humpty dumpty sat on a wall
While jack and jill had themselves a fall
Its just the poors (... brain washing)
And I dont need it no longer (... washing)
Its just the poors brain washing
Coming through to a poor mans child, ooh-wee, look at this
Little miss muffet she sat on a tuffet
While little red riding hood delivered her grandmoms food
Ooh-wee ooh-wee
Ooh-wee, look at one more thing like this
The cow jumping over the moon
While the dish got jealous, he grabbed the handy spoon
Its just the poors brain washing
And I dont need it no longer, I dont want it no longer
I dont need it no longer (...washing)
And I dont care for no more brain washing (... washing) ...
song performed by by Bob Marley
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Take Me To The River
(a. green, m. hodges)
Producer: martyn ware
Album: non-album track
B-side of the us break every rule single
B-side of the dutch girls single
Wash me!
I dont know why I love you like I do
With all the changes I keep going through
Lost all my money and my happiness
And I havent had the worst of it yet
I wanna know, tell me, tell me why
I love it still
Take me to the river
Wash me down
Yeah, drop me in the water
Back to my fishing ground
And I dont know why they treat me so bad
Think of all the good things that Ive never had
Love is an ocean I wont forget
My sweet sixteen I will never regret
I wanna know, wont you tell me, tell me why
I love it still
Cmon, river
Wet me down
Yeah, dip me in the water
Back to my fishing ground
And hold me, squeeze me
Just love me, and tease me
Till I cant, till I cant
Take it no more
I dont know why you treat me so bad
Think of all the good things that Ive never had
Loves an ocean I wont forget
My sweet sixteen I will never regret
I wanna know, you tell me, tell me why
I love it still
Take me to the river
And dip me in the water
Take me to the river
Drop me in the water
Take me to the river
Drop me in the water
Yeah take me to the water
My fishing ground
Wash me, wet me
Squeeze me, and tease me
Washing me down
song performed by by Tina Turner
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Debris Road
She nails down moon beams
And talks in double time
Stumbling down to wherever she goes
I live in the meantime
And I get frustrated
So I put my wager on Debris Road
It keeps me running down Debris Road
I'm not scared but it's somewhere I cling to
All the places I (still) wanna go
They won't cast a shadow on my Debris Road
I get frustrated looking for moonbeams
They always fall where I never go
'Cause I like the daylight and I like a good life
Running so fast down Debris Road
(Repeat Chorus)
Someone got moonfaced and someone gets tearful
Talking so much that they really don't know
Sitting up all night singing songs 'till daylight
Striking a match with the devil below
(Repeat Chorus)
song performed by by Ocean Colour Scene from Marchin' Already
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A New Haircut
all i need today is a new haircut
my thick hair is covering my head
and i do not really like it
like a carabao dung
it is giving me a certain feeling of a hat
a buri hat with lots of protruding fibers
untrimmed
what do i need a hat for?
when there is no rain
when there is no sun
when there is no
heavy debris falling on me
i just wanna be free
i want my brain open
washed by the rain
bleached by the sun
true to its nature
& form
thinking
w/o
any covering
without the bias
without the prejudice
of
scalp
of
hair
plain brain
exposed to all the elements
it will tolerate a certain form
of fungal infection
a certain
brain longing to be
brain dead.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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