Fluoridation?
A deadly plague sweeps across this Nation;
Caused by toxins added to drinking water
They lied about the benefit of 'Fluoridation'
Since early 50's began the silent slaughter
poem by Ray Lucero
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Plague Plague Plague
Dead dog dead dog
Guts all down the freeway
in a dirty red streak
fur all mangled lookin
like Bob Dylan's hair
Plague plague plague
My dog's name was Missi
after this cousin I kinda
didn't like
but I never hated either
one to where I wanted
a dead cousin or dead dog dead dog
Plague Plague Plague
My cousin never writes
so I don't know what's up with her
but I know I got a dead dog dead dog
hit by a semi and pasted on the freeway
like gaudy modern art
Plague Plague Plague
Missi was a boy and he was a good dog
now he's a dead dog dead dog
let's go get drunk and
sing songs about Missi
his favorite one was that rambling
one about
Plague Plague Plague
poem by Smack Thompson
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Well of Water
I pray to God and find a nation too old and real,
Thirsty is He who finds fellowship of health,
And big is He who is better of never never topics,
Of little and loving statements, too hard
To find water now.
But drinking one liquid is like drinking another.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A.I.D.S. (Acute Income Deficiency Syndrome)
Yes, it is the curse
Of this generation
A gripping torment
That seems to plague
Every country
And every nation
And we see the cause
As rather vague.
No one is exempted
But those in royalty
Vatican can be regarded
As one reason, partially
And sadly all of us become
Willing victims tied
To Acute Income Deficiency Syndrome
Our leaders - they all lied!
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Silent Nation
Shake the hand of time
With the builders of stone
Are you recognized?
You're not going home
Have to find a hideaway
So turn up the neighbors
The eagle is listening today
It's not up to me
To change what has been done
It's not up to me
A speechless world looks on
It just has to be!
Silent nation
No longer have a name
A number will do
Cutting the wires of doom
'Cos they're watching you
Raging in thought
Mouthless, the millions obey
So call off your dogs
You preachers of what we can say
It's not up to me
To change what has been done
It's not up to me
A speechless world looks on
It just has to be!
Silent nation
In a silent nation
We must change what has been done
It's a travesty
Silent nation
It's not up to me
To change what has been done
It's not up to me
A speechless world looks on
It just has to be!
In a silent?
song performed by by Asia
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No benefit
No benefit
No benefit.
You are cooking
You are eating
You are sitting
You are meeting.
No benefit
No benefit.
No body is there
To share
You have not
Shared anybody.
No benefit
No benefit.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Scars That U Leave
I don’t know how much more
How much more I can take
Of this crap you keep doing
Every night I go to bed
With the scars of the day
Scars that you inflicted
And the pain searing through my body
A pain that was caused by your hands
Inflicted by your hatred
A pain remembered the next morning
Only to be added to that night
A never ending pain
As the wounds are never left to heal
But are added to
Over and over again
Know I add a new pain
A pain I inflict on myself
A cut that you didn’t make
But was caused by you all the same
poem by Layla Joseph
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4. Elements – Water
Water an elemental
Water a fundamental
Building block of life
Water of Life
Water of Death
Water in all religions
Water in all living things
Water in all countries
Water also used for barter
No life without water
No rife with water
No respect for water
Willful neglect of water
Water, for cooking
Water, for cleaning
Water, for drinking
Water, for living
Water, for dying
Water is the same
In all languages
Water is the same
To all living beings
poem by Anand Dixit
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They Lied...
they lied to you...
lied to you about Vietnam.
lied about JFK,
about Bobby Kennedy,
about Martin Luther King.
they lied about trade agreements,
about global warming,
about oil spills,
about mining disasters,
about nuclear power.
they lied about 9/11,
about Iraq, and weapons
of mass destruction.
they lied about Afghanistan,
they're lying about Iran.
they lied about Wall Street,
about the national debt.
they lied yesterday,
and they're lying today.
when are we going to quit
believing in the lie?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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‘To the Slaughter-house’- A Cattle-song!
To the slaughter-house! To the slaughter-house!
Here we cows all go;
We gave men milk and butter, ghee;
They want our beef now;
We’ve no other go.
To the slaughter-house! To the slaughter-house!
Here we oxen go;
We tilled their lands and milled oil-seeds;
They want our hide now;
We’ve no other go.
To the slaughter-house! To the slaughter-house!
Here we sheep all go;
We grazed their meadows, eating grass;
They want our mutton now;
We’ve no other go.
To the slaughter-house! To the slaughter-house!
Here we cattle go;
We served mankind as God said so;
Selfish men want our flesh now;
We’ve no other go.
To the slaughter-house! To the slaughter-house!
Here we animals go;
Jostled, huddled, unfed, crowded;
Men want our lives now;
This is our last ride, we all know;
We’ve no other go.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-20-2008
poem by John Celes
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Jungle Juice in Our Tap Water
It doesn’t surprise me one bit than drinking the remnants of other people’s drugs.
We have been recycling water since time immemorial,
The earth has a only a finite of fresh water,
We are drinking the water that the dinosaurs drank,
the Neanderthals drank,
All recycled through a filtration process that had gone for billions of years,
But we are destroying it there is no doubt.
But now we have jungle juice running in our tap water in America,
We, Americans, USA Americans,
(So sorry, I began to think Caitlin Upton,
it must be the drugs, see observation Upton’s Response..) ,
Take our prescriptions drugs,
We absorb majority of it but some gets through our excretory system and we pee it out.
Imagine the tap water is filled with traces of estrogen, Viagra, Zoloft, Xanax, Vicodin,
Chemotherapy waste, including Novontrone,
For which I am guilty,
In Florida I used to work at Ionics, a GE subsidiary,
For water purification in the home.
I have worked at Ultimate Water.
Ultimate Water leased a device that replaced the big 5 gallons bottles of water in offices.
The device took tap water filtered beyond civic standards,
(see observation Red Lobster Tonight)
Perhaps it’s premature,
But I would venture to say,
The ways it is going these are going to be necessary in the future.
(3-10-2008)
poem by Joe Rosochacki
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The horse that arrives early gets good drinking water.
Can you see the pride of a nation?
Can you see the pride of a nation
when it’s young men,
march of to war
and some to return no more?
Can you see the pride of a nation
when the battles and the war is won,
but destiny and betrayal
still makes a deadly mark?
Can you see the pride of a nation
where even the integrity
of its leaders lack?
Can you see the pride of a nation
that turns its back on its own
and disregard their abilities?
poem by Gert Strydom
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Early In The Morning
Early in the morning and I cant get right
Had a little date with my baby last night
Now its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Well its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Now its early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Went to all the places where we used to go
Went to your house but you dont live there no more
Now its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Well its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Went to your friends house but she was out
Knock on your fathers door and he began to shout get out there boy
Early in the morning (early in the morning)
Early in the morning (early in the morning)
Early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Went to doogie chain to get something to eat
Waiter looked at me and said you sure look beat
Now its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Early in the morning (early in the morning)
Well its early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Well its early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Well its early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
song performed by by Van Morrison
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The Curse Of Ethnic Cleansing
Scrub until the blood flows
The skin dissolves
The bones are bare,
You can’t eradicate ethnic sickness there
The plague of death hides in twisted DNA,
Guns are born for death’s fare.
Born with covered face
Human hate spawns the devil’s floor
Never drying in the rusty blood red cracks,
Minds pierced oozing sanity to oblivion
The band wagon rides the tide of slaughter,
Eyeless skulls silent explain the facts.
The seeds of racial hate
Carried in a wind of knives spawn the hell
To lay the murders in print in court for,
International justice of sorts who in
History and past endeavours have
Never really on this plague ever closed the door.
Eyeless sculls silent explain the facts
Be-crying sadness facing forward on racks.
NB In memory of Cambodian hell, Boznia, Europe, Africa as it goes on and on What we need is a great big melting pot!
poem by Ken e Hall
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Be Ruthless The Law
Be punishment heavier than
The benefit caused by the wrong.
Be the punishment severer than
The pain caused by the crime.
Be the punishment double
For wrongs of the custodian of laws.
Ruthlessness is the characteristic
Of the law of enforcement.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Valentine in Pain
A dream of hidden death,
Embedded in her flowers –
Dripping; drenched in nectar tears
Now the dream of dying soul;
Confined, a trembling heart is
Squeezing out the ember years
And in her dream of youth,
Abounding buttocks writhe,
Acting out the careless dares
But the dream of hideous beauty:
Self-delusion, begging fears
Evolving from an agonising birth, her
Blacker days eclipsing; draining worth
‘So ugly living calls to die –
Forever in the dreams I cry! ’
Erotic debt; a laughing lie
Were done for her –
A blade for sure!
The dreams to cure!
A calming sigh…
And in a smile of pain
She bled and waned
Her cold pathetic bye
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
Suicide Suicide Suicide cried
Suicide Suicide Suicide died
Suicide Suicide Suicide sighed
Suicide Suicide Suicide lied
Suicide Suicide Suicide cried
Suicide Suicide Suicide died
Suicide Suicide Suicide sighed
Suicide Suicide Suicide lied
Suicide Suicide Suicide cried
Suicide Suicide Suicide died
Suicide Suicide Suicide sighed
Suicide Suicide Suicide lied
Suicide Suicide Suicide cried
Suicide Suicide Suicide died
Suicide Suicide Suicide sighed
Suicide Suicide Suicide lied
Suicide Suicide Suicide tried
Suicide Suicide Suicide ride!
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Tiger's Prey
The tiger steals alone in stealth -
His camouflage, a natural wealth
Of predator's keen survival.
He'll cast you down in undetected tidal
Wave of claws and teeth
To pin you bleakly underneath.
The tiger stalks in jungle shade -
His deadly silence on parade
For unsuspecting tender souls:
With perfect timing, he controls that
Pounce of deadly scope
To leave you now devoid of hope.
The tiger's handsome might is shy -
To catch his visage is to die,
For you'd have faced his brawny frame:
In brutal flash of orange flame,
Your final ounce of life a hint
That you
Were once
His game…
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Morning
early morning the house is as silent
as a feather falling
on the floor
the cat wakes up and checks
what it is
it is like him, silent as a cat
silent as his master
not wanting to wake up
no one boils the water
to make a smell of coffee in the air
time drags like a snail
convoluted like some thoughts
like Hamlet's
to be or
not to be
it happens most of the time
fate resolves itself
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Forgetful Number
Once upon a time there was a number
Pure and round like the sun
But alone very much alone
It began to reckon with itself
It divided multiplied itself
It subtracted added itself
And remained always alone
It stopped reckoning with itself
And shut itself up in its round
And sunny purity
Outside were left the fiery
Traces of its reckoning
They began to chase each other through the dark
To divide when they should have multiplied themselves
To subtract when they should have added themselves
That's what happens in the dark
And there was no one to ask it
To stop the traces
And to rub them out.
Trans. Anne Pennington
poem by Vasko Popa
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Save Water
Drinking Water Here
drips on the ground
Drinking water no more!
poem by Reshma Ramesh
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