Disposable Society
Annex the boreal
to make a bigger lavatory
Decapitate a Douglass
to use its corpse as toiled paper
As an aerosol aromas,
freshly minted with Pine fragrance
Celebrate a holocaust
depleting the outer permafrost
Flat screen TV's and old P.C.'s,
Reeboks Shoes fulfill our priceless needs
ten thousand years destroyed for redesigned geography
A million years to weep for seeds as mementos of
Our Disposable society
Adios too Jack pines,
make a wave for more mini malls
Halogen lamps improve the sun,
A/C air is better rune
Drown a bog for parking lots;
improve the smell with kiosk stalls
Satisfy your weekend lulls,
it's sure to give developers cause
To flush out chickadees, lynxes, any remaining caribou
With bulldozer evictions, lead the charge with peek a boo
The standards of living always grow to expire
Goods for 15 minutes that now served for carbon dating
Time capsule mementos of our
Disposable Society
Drive Supersized hot wheels
for oversized children
Ride a fiberglass mammoth,
For a middle class tank
The sky is choked black
from a soccer mom pimps cruise:
Insulate with Plexiglas;
block the window of the fumes
While geriatric pizzas
with snot infectious Swiss cheese
Are competing for the title of nostril flavored anthrax
In retrospect it wouldn't have killed if we all went compact
There what's left in our thoughtless collections
Degenerate perfection in industrial solutions
Our toy pollution, in a million year regressions
Reduce the Package and our selfish intentions
Neutralize the atmosphere
and put Oxygen on life-support
Just take some bottled air,
and tell your children it's always there
Prove to them life's never free,
even when it comes to breath
What you need you never know,
until you reap the seeds you sow
so make a plastic grave to our disposable society.
poem by Kevin Patrick
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We live in a disposable society. It's easier to throw things out than to fix them. We even give it a name - we call it recycling.
quote by Neil LaBute
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A society of consumption produces a disposable man!
Octav Bibere
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The consumer society produces the disposable man.
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Low Society
A judge a dentist or physician
In this low society
Trade ambition for position
In this low society
Have you heard its in the stars
Next july we collide with mars
Have you heard it in the bars
In this low society
No more pay and lots of leisure
In this low society
Low society
Im just doing what I can
In this low society
But Im an incidental man
In this low society
I give away what others sell
The secrets yours so never tell
cos if you do youll go to hell
Low society
Side by side and always tired
All for one and no-one hired
All thats left is love inspired
Low society
And when the party is complete
And youre still standing on your feet
The taste of victory is sweet
Low society
And darling dont forget
In this low society
To turn off your t.v. set
In this low society
The most important thing at all
In this low society
Is not to stand too tall
In this low society
In this world that never learns
I can see rome as it burns
All the passion and the power
Turns to ash within an hour
No more play and no more pleasure
In this low society
song performed by by Heaven 17
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Early Works - Mementos From Passing Lives
Little time capsules lie hidden
beneath the turmoil of passing lives.
Tiny mementos laid down
by strangers who passed this way
at some time in distant years.
An empty cigarette packet
someone enjoyed the contents,
but when the question remains unanswered.
Nuts, bolts, washers and screws
these mementos suggest something
and also another question.
Standing here, I stare around me
remembering my time here
and wondering what mementos
my life has left for strangers
in the future years.
Again another question
but not one I care to answer.
28 February 1986
poem by David Harris
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You know what I like about disposable razors? They're disposable.
quote by Kyan Douglas
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We lament the speed of our society and the lack of depth and the nature of disposable information.
quote by David Ogden Stiers
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I give away something up to $500 million a year throughout the world promoting Open Society. My foundations support people in the country who care about an open society. It's their work that I'm supporting. So it's not me doing it.
quote by George Soros
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Orbiting goes On
what kind of society
can't providework for all,
what kind of commuinty,
can't find places for the homeless,
what kind of society has no obligation
for all the sick, crippled and infirm,
what kind of community agrees
to let some have so much more than they can use
while others not enough to live on,
what kind of society does not honor its agreements
with old aged, one parent children and orphans,
because of bad planning
what kind of community lets its neighbors starve
while others have more than enough,
what kind of family is not involved in education
to stamp out ethnic and gender discrimination,
what kind of society thrives on unemployment,
what kind of society is indifferebt to suicide,
what kind of family lets their children use and sell dope,
what kind of society lets pollution destroy the atmospheres
what kind of planet can survive this way,
and goes in search for other life
and still calls it self a democracy and democratic
poem by Shimon Weinroth
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A juvenile home
Why do they remain uncared for?
From where do they come from?
Why are they left at doors of juvenile home?
Who are to be considered accountable and be blamed?
The juvenile home is flooded with such children
They are left there to lead the strange life and barren
No doubt they are given proper care and treatment
It is blot on society and deserves condemnable comment
The love is blind but we are not aware of its consequences
There are many cruel attempts and has come out as instances
The homes are sometimes abused and children are put to shame
It is not only creating law and order from but has earned ill fame
Every day there is instances of child’s cry at door step
Helpless mother choose the early morning time for help
She has all the blessings for child but unable to retain
She has all the love but forced not to contain
Many countries have facilitated single mothers by law
They can lead honorable life and society too allow
Still their life is miserable and looked upon as shame
Men are roaming free and only ladies share the blame
They have still guts to stand alone and face the world
The society and people may not take them lightly and develop cold
They may face many odds much to their discomforts
They remain shamed all the times despite their best efforts
Somewhere we commit grave error and suffer
The male partner deserts and continues to differ
Under such circumstances the hell is let loose
You have no option left and unable to choose
It is with heavy heart that you leave new born
You are heavily over burdened and consciously torn
You may not want to leave the child at somebody’s mercy
You can do nothing at this stage except to feel pity
Juveniles homes are equipped tot tackle such issues
They make appeals and make periodical reviews
They too are blessed with public support to share the grief
Children get enough care and support and get good brief
The society has to share the burden and show the courage
They are future of the country and must be nicely managed
They may come out as good citizens or hard core criminals
Do we want to make them human beings or cruel animals?
Let us resolve to make it an ideal place to worship
The youngsters may commit the mistake for friendship
We are here to support such houses morally with all niceties
It has purpose behind and public utilities too
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Whores of a Disposal Culture
Why would a people willfully give away
Bits and pieces of a heritage so rich and timeless...
Or become isolated and indifferent
As to not prepare for their own survival?
Why would a people playfully disregard,
Foundations of strength those unrelated
Claim as their own?
Even prostitutes have a price,
For services not rendered!
Can it be no one sees,
The whores of a disposable culture?
Uniting to release idle pleasures,
Giving away treasures...
Ancestors from the cradle of life,
Sought to keep within the family? !
Why would a people willfully give away
Bits and pieces of a heritage so rich and timeless...
Or become isolated and so indifferent
As to not prepare for their own survival?
Hiding behind the social ills of desperate times,
Masked and hard to find...
And yet not regretting signs that warn of quicksand,
Are the whores of a disposable culture.
Hip hopped,
And drugged out...
As a fading society,
Supplies upon demand!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dignity of Human Life
A bunch of leaves upon a guava tree,
Remained non-growing, ever since its birth,
Without producing flowers, fruits or seeds –
Result from environs or its own genes!
A rare phenomenon my eyes could see;
A sad situation for a branch to be,
Reminding of freak babies born, may be,
A fault of Nature or its parents, see!
To hear of babies in millions unborn,
And killed by parents while within the womb,
Is sadder still and gruesome holocaust,
That’s happening today in modern world!
Oh, what a shameful society, we are,
To kill our healthy children God-given!
And live as ‘gay’ to do unnatural sex,
And satisfy a lust that is big sin.
No living God can bear such heinous crimes,
And see the lives He permitted, destroyed;
Accursed are human beings, leaders who
Deny the dignity of human life!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-6-2009
poem by John Celes
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The Men Of Hay
the Board has declared
that men of hay
are curse to society
and that
this society cannot function
that welland strong enough if men
are put there and
they are all those kinds of
stuff
that hay is made of
so they burn all men of hay
and they think that is the right move
for society to survive
laws are made
to ban hay
i look at their fields
i go inside their backyards
there they plant hay
and make breeds of them
there they mold the men of hay
and give them names
when you look at their creations
they never look like hay anymore
never smell like one of them
those that they once
decreed to be burned
when the men of hay that they breed
and give names
are all ready
they introduce them to society
they are now the leaders of their new games
for in truth they love their own men of hay
for they follow orders from them
and give them fame and fortune
and make them believe that they all shall live
in grandeur forever.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Mother Had A Dream
My mother had a dream once
To help the young and old
Twenty years of hardship
Takes a lot out of your soul
And the vultures of society
Want to pick away
At her dream's
To close the door's of opportunity
That as helped so many
To make their own dreams
Become so real
Perhaps it's time for me
To sow the seeds she gave
To make my own life dreams
Become her legacy
poem by Kaila George
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A Moment In A Million Years
Music : klaus meine
Lyrics: klaus meine
The lights are slowly fading down
Theres no one else, just you and me
Nothing ever changed
I see your faces in the crowd
It seems I know each one of you
For all my life
I wish this night could last forever
But its time to go
I saw you laugh, I saw you cry
All for one and one for all
Nothing ever changed
The way you sang just blew my mind
It gave me chills from head to toe
What a glorious night
To me it could have lasted forever
But its time to go
A moment in a million years
Is all Ive got for you
A moment in a million years
To make some dreams come true
A moment that I wont forget
Until the day I die
A moment in a million years
Called life
The bus is waiting right outside
To hit the road and once again
I leave you all behind
I chase another dream tonight
And by the time youll be home
Ill be far away
Nothing seems to last forever
Its time to go
A moment in a million years
Is all Ive got for you
A moment in a million years
To make some dreams come true
A moment that I wont forget
Until the day I die
A moment in a million years
Called life
song performed by by Scorpions
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A Million More
12 years of education and this is what I'm worth.
Back breaking labor I endure every day to fill my purse.
A subordinate life not one I choose a hatred of the man that I answer too.
Disposable man that's all I am and there's a million more to fill the shoes I stand.
The American dream skipped me it seems pointless by design a story with no theme.
There's a million more just like me disenchanted unenthused.
Overlooked in the mindless shuffle to make way for something new.
I'm a face without a name I'm a man without a place
after a lifetime of my loyalty on a whim to be replaced.
27, Ivy League CEO with his job bought and paid for by his family's tow.
Bred to believe that he's above the rest
while the sweat from my back is clearing his checks.
A factory floor filled with human machines for minimum wage we sacrifice our dreams.
And while supply of this labor exceeds demand
the room for this injustice will only expand.
Disregard my sacrifice push me out in the cold.
Move my job south of the border while my family pays the toll.
I have silenced my contempt I've restrained my bitter rage
and now I choke to death on the words I didn't say.
song performed by by Zero Down
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A Childs Crusade
Some are on this crusade to give themselves and their children a unfair advantage.
Creating these rifts.
I'm here to tell you I won't allow that.
Not if I have anything to say about it.
Their is still enough breath in this body.
No I won't conform to the confomity.
Mindless slaves lining up for another taste.
With an icicle in my hand I will make the rounds with a bunch of hand shakes.
Cold isn't it, but it is exactly the way I feel.
When somebody is trying to steal a society for years and generations.
Smoke captured in a jar.
Watch as it slowly pours out.
Releasing it so you can be free.
Know the truth, lies in your own heart.
Ambitions torn apart.
Angels wings sit right in front of me.
Does that give me right to put them on and fly?
Only on a day where their is endless sky.
The time has to be just right.
And its not here yet.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Tree
This is for 'B.Y.O. CHOPSTIX', a new song by Nobuko Miyamoto about the ecological ills of disposable chopsticks. Did you know that some 40 million trees a year go into making these items? And that we throw away 100 billion of them annually? Ridiculous.
transformations? evolutions? hahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahah.
Ridicu lous.
A River Dies
a river dies choked to gills
expiring upon industrial waste
sadly as the river dies the fish die also
oxygen starved extinguished
life was a web of light upon the water
life web torn broken discarded
water breathed life into river flowing
man breathed in death river choking
oxygen rich river was flush with fish
smell taste drink putrid pollution
poem by Terence George Craddock
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One is All, All is One
I will live a thousand lives.
I will sleep a thousand sleeps.
Though the thousand is really one.
I will dream a thousand dreams.
I will become a thousand people.
Though, the thousand is really one.
One is all and all is one.
Each a part, of the wonder I get to learn.
My journey is a million miles,
Yet to an ant, the same journey is a billion.
What is irrelevant is more relevant than you can imagine.
My life is my creation; it is I, which writes my story.
I pick the characters, I pick the scenes, I pick the outcome.
I could not think outside my own thoughts.
I lived a life with writer's block.
Fearing what is next, as I believe it is an unknown.
Yet, I can make that fear real, if I let it consume me.
If fear is my faith, it is what I will find.
The feeling is real, yet the feared only a thought,
But I make it my reality, then my reality it becomes.
Then the same must be true of love.
So it really is already known.
It is the seed planted.
My garden will produce the harvest of the seeds I plant.
So which will I choose?
Which will I follow?
The will of myself, or the will of my spirit?
The seed of love or fear?
It is all, that is really one and not each.
The journey through my inside,
Is the only way to see outside myself.
It is my inner peace, that determines my outer.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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