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Indifference Eating Ozone Layer

global
warming
issue

is an
abused
concept

considering
technology
to safe restore

our Ozone Layer
exists in multiple
forms all unused

remains
abused
unused

at our need
humanities... atmosphere
collective cost

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Save Our Sky, Be Ozone-friendly!

Three atoms of Oxygen,
That will make Ozone!
Which is in the Stratosphere,
The Shield’s almost gone.

Absorbing the U-V rays,
That comes from the Sun;
Ozone is so essential,
No more is this fun.

Ozone-holes are increasing,
Stop this if you’re wise;
Blame Man for its depletion,
Skin-Cancer’s on the rise.

Hundred chemicals almost,
Can de-ionize!
Fluro-carbons and Halons,
Mostly terrorize.

These are being widely used,
Phase them out, O Man;
They can cause Cataracts too,
Beware, Ye human.

They cause global-warming, so
Let the Ozone be;
Use those substances only
That’re Ozone- friendly.

September 16 th each year,
Is celebrated always;
As the World’s Day to preserve,
The OZONE LAYER.

BY Dr. JOHN CELES

dedicated to the World Environment Day

poem by John Celes
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Human Trafficking

Survival at what cost for what reason?
Drugs can only be sold once, one time.
Human flesh can be used abused resold.

Resold repeatedly any age gender used.
Resold for multiple sales vile abuses.
Human flesh is drug of resales choice.

Modern slavery gone global is killing.
Widespread extensive is data chilling.
Ancient slavery forms exist resurrect.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Administration should never have walked away from the Kyoto Treaty. Global warming is real and it is here today. The facts aren't the issue. The policy is the issue. I think the Administration's policy on global warming is dead wrong.

quote by Ted Kulongoski
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Global Warning

GLOBAL WARNING
The earth rose out of chaos,
the earth was alone,
God provided man to earth
both of them started living harmoniously
man loved nature
nature provided man everything
man won the world through science
reached on moon
forgot the earth
engulfed in new materialistic pleasures
forgot ozone layer
done the nuclear explosion
increased pollution
filled the earth with dust and smoke
forgot nature
global warming is increasing
the survival of man is decreasing

poem by Dr. Ram Sharma
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To Burn Unused

“TO BURN UNUSED”

“To burn unused”
To be needed by no one
A burden to family and friends
A burden even
To the health – care – system.

Useless, sick, old-
Wondering how once a long time ago
One was a human being
And got somehow-
Without wanting or trying to-
To being
Something else.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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A Far Greater Threat

More of a threat to human existence than the economic recession is the ozone hole in the sky
That scientists claim is growing bigger as the years go by
Caused by carbon emissions that cause Global warming by experts we have been told
The climate is warming even in Lands known to be cold.

Compared to climate change economic recession as a problem seems small
To human existence on the Planet the greatest challenge of all
Is Global warming which we know is Worldwide
Due to our greed for material gain we've put Nature offside.

This World is for us to live in not for to destroy
For the future generation every young girl and boy
We are making life for them harder for our greed they must pay
I hope I am wrong in this though it does seem that way.

The economic recessions they come and they go
And after every recession the economy does grow
But Global warming to humanity is a far greater threat
As it does seem a matter of life and of death.

poem by Francis Duggan
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I Remember The Used

I remember the used,
The ones abused,
Beaten to depression,
Tears of pain,
Lost in confusion,
A world black of hate.

Crying tunes of hate,
The minds of the used,
Now filled with confusion,
Their lives abused,
A state of pain,
The chain of depression,

The memories of depression,
The faces of hate,
Weighed down by pain,
Beaten and used,
The ones abused,
lost in confusion.

The label of confusion,
On a plate of depression,
Given to those abused,
The planted seeds of hate,
A bush beaten and used,
The thorns of pain.

An orchestra of pain,
With notes of confusion,
A song called used,
Interments of depression,
Plays tunes of hate,
To those abused.

This me world abused,
My life a world of pain,
Memories of hate,
The smell of confusion,
The darkness of my depression,
A life used.

The path for the used and abused,
Confusion of those in depression,
The hate caused by pain.

poem by Eric Adams
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Deepness In The Throat

Like a deepness in your throat
I'm here to make you choke.
A miss step to the abiding course
Scream of the divorce of those of fantasy and the real.
No concept is ever a far cry from the from the truth.
Of the abused
Mentally used
Confused
Bitter
Sour
Anger
Ha te
In everything we relate
So do not agitate

Look at yourself making so many miscalculations
In your proclamations
As am I
We speak, we learn
We follow through
Like an oppression upon the chest
Looky their its sitting on that shelf
Just reach for it.

Bang bang the drugs take effect
Are you hallucinating yet.
Don't fret
You'll be soon enough
Think you got it rough
Come on now be tough
Stand up for yourself
Emotional distrust

Investigate that of what will be
Please stand before me
Tell your stories
They are not so far reaching
Am I the soul you have been needing
Well here you go
Here I am

Like the victim
Always like the victim
I say just listen
We all feel the same
If I can only take away a little bit of the pain
Trying to make myself sane
With a lonely complaint
I'm no saint
I'm no god
I just say what's comes from my heart
Like it or not

Memories of nightmares and dreams
From the clouds mine only can be found
If only for one dance
I'll tell you
I'll promise you
The world before the sunrise
Look into my deep brown eyes
Tell me they lie
Maybe your right
But not tonight.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Like an Unused Expletive

When folks stop showing they care,
With expected responses
Others had grown accustomed,
To be shown reliably there.
And it has gone?
Something has turned around,
Something has gone wrong!
To expose a cold shoulder...
Never before thought could be found!

Like a familiar ride on a merry-go-round.
It may be there to provide a service.
Like an unused expletive!
Someone has chosen not to dignify,
To sting the atmosphere.
Or believe would satisfy a benefit,
To anyone overhearing it!

And with those warnings tossed aside,
An explanation tried in the past...
Dies.
A purpose seems to have come to a close.
With an attempt to save a repeated waste of time.
To halt before the repetition begins.

'What is being accomplished?
And for whose understanding...
Should I appear to be the idiot? '

Someone involved has taken another for granted.
And like an 'ex' of anything experienced...
An ax has been used to sever a close tie abused!
A determination has been made,
To move on!

Demonstrating...
A decay that has become addicting to some,
For one...
Who has had enough of that 'funky' stuff...
That is the one,
Who no longer has to tolerate a self infliction of BS.
It stinks and reeks.
And it can be removed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cloud and atmosphere

Clouds appear
In the atmosphere
Atmosphere remained
Uncontaminated by clouds
Clouds is not always present
In the atmosphere
Atmosphere exists
Even when there is no clouds.

There is no clouds
There is atmosphere
There is no atmosphere
There is no clouds
Clouds is atmosphere
Atmosphere is not clouds.

Atmosphere exists in its own beings
Clouds has no separate existence
You are my atmosphere
I'm your cloud
Pray
Make me always clear
And in good use.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Any powerful technology can be abused.

quote by K. Eric Drexler
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Thin atmosphere
Extreme close range to the sun
Thin ozone layer

haiku by Marieta Maglas
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Playing With Technology

What happens when a child plays with a razor?
What happens when a child plays with fire?
What happens when a child drives a car?

Man in his pursuit of technology is in the same pose
In his hand is a tool of technology, powerful and dangerous
But he’s acting like a child and doesn’t know its purpose.

Man’s still a child, no sense of purpose, no vision of the future
For a child the razor, the fire and the car are just for pleasure
It is obvious, for this same reason man pursues technology.

Man’s still a child, so selfish, self-centered and irresponsible
Doesn’t care about the world, his possessions is all that matters
But his mind, his most precious one, is neglected and in tatters

We’re like a child mesmerized by technology, by its power
Creating for us so much stuff, we feel much richer
But we’ve forgotten our world is delicate, our life fragile.

We’re like a child mesmerized by technology, so tempting
So much pleasure, so much convenience to us it’s giving
But we’ve forgotten our goal in this hostile universe is survival.

We’re like a child mesmerized by technology, so exciting
Faster and faster now we are driving it, not hesitating
It’s just a matter of time, it will crash! It will crash!

Now, we can see the destruction on the horizon looming
It’s been scientifically determined our planet is warming
Because, technology, that’s meant to save us, we abused it!

poem by Leonard Sims
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Mother's Day

Upon the day that I was born, my Mother gave me life -
A fragile baby so forlorn unused to pain and strife,
Unused to light that shone above, unused to all the glare...
I was her pride and joy to love, forevermore to share...
Upon the day she took me home, she held me by the hand.
It didn't matter where we'd roam, for God had something planned.
When Schooldays took me far away, each evening I returned.
She helped me every single day beyond the facts I'd learned.
She was a rock, a face that smiled, a great encouragement.
She gave her best to help her child as through the years we went.
The decades passed and she grew old till Jesus said, 'Be brave! '
To me, she was as good as gold till laid within her grave...
The tears still sting upon my eyes and fall upon my cheeks...
Memories share a love so nice and through these, she still speaks.
Each Mother's Day, I pause to pray, remembering her love.
She's now with Jesus every day... In Heaven, blessed above...

poem by Denis Martindale
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Post-conceptual Poetics(6)

post-conceptual concept of form- without- forms -and- formlessness- with -forms will reflect the contemporary existence of multi-disciplinary arts.
forms with formlessness is beyond concept
formlessness with forms is beyond concept

poem by Nyein Way
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The way you want to respond is to ask a question: Is this technology directly relevant to our hedgehog concept? If the answer is YES, then we want to become pioneers, not in the technology, but in the application of that technology specifically linked to our hedgehog concept.

quote by James Collins
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Alone

A phone that seldom rings, or never,
Sounds like a life-line coiled, unused,
A link to light that stands accused,
Left hanging in the never-never.
Life is so short, so soon to sever,
A call can save, and one refused
Leaves empty heart, and mind bemused
Or all at sea. However clever
No diver plunges who would ever
Enthuse or feel the least amused
If, once he sank, trust was abused: -
Cut lines for reason whatsoever!
Remember then the friendly call
You make can take no time at all.

Acrostic sonnet and previous title As All Alone I Cry
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(3 January 1991 revised 5 October 2006)

poem by Jonathan Robin
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To the Lat

Of all who ever were or been.
Of all who breathed in hope of sin.
Frank Buckles was the last of all
the Doughboys, and the last to fall.

He enlisted while still underage
Was “over there” by seventeen.
Then was prisoner of the Japanese
During World War Two in the Philippines.
A decade and a century
A long and eventful life he led.

After the battle had been won
He walked among the newly dead
He took from one an unused week,
from another, an unused day in spring.
From his colonel, a month he’d never see
Thus Frank amassed his century.

At the end he was a living ghost
His wrinkled skin thin, parchment- like
If those ignorant armies were like a blizzard
He was the last soiled speck of white.

poem by John F. McCullagh
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The Bed By The Window

I chose the bed downstairs by the sea-window for a good death-bed
When we built the house, it is ready waiting,
Unused unless by some guest in a twelvemonth, who hardly suspects
Its latter purpose. I often regard it,
With neither dislike nor desire; rather with both, so equalled
That they kill each other and a crystalline interest
Remains alone. We are safe to finish what we have to finish;
And then it will sound rather like music
When the patient daemon behind the screen of sea-rock and sky
Thumps with his staff, and calls thrice: 'Come, Jeffers.'

poem by Robinson Jeffers
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Mockery of Ozone Depletion

Constituting committee
Fulfilling their duty
Seating in conference
Making statement, drawing inference
Giving deliberation
On ozone depletion
Experts do feel agony
On the harmful effects
OF ultraviolet rays
Global warming
Rising level of sea
But see the irony
All such conferences
And meetings
Held in air-conditioned hall
Main cause of CFC emission
Embedded in the wall
Giving sarcastic expression
Cooling inside
Warming and harming outside

poem by Shashikant Nishant Sharma
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