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A Citrine Flower
A Citrine Flower

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Toaster Mountain

 

And she looked at the pile of toasters

All gathered in a heap

A mountain so high

with wiring so deep

 

She looked and wept for this mountain

That grew day by day

The people cared not

about their foul display

 

They had no labels on them

stating their own names

of the owners who did use them 

for maybe a few days

 

A few days were more

more than just a year

​For Mother Earth these few days

Were centuries my dear!!

 

It wasn’t just the toasters

But fridges, cars and boats

Any little something

Brought just to keep afloat

 

The future archaeologists

Digging up the Earth

Will find mostly plastic toys and straws

And see us most absurd

 

For material wealth did hypnotise 

the peoples of the land

The silent greed inside 

dictating of the plan

 

To look the best

To be the best

To be better than them all

An appalling display of wealth

Was not just their downfall

 

The ones did make a map

For all the world to travel

To visit the sights

of home goods and apparel

 

No longer wanted or needed

They visited these sites

No, Im only joking…

We are cowards in this life

 

No one wants a mountain

of parts too old to use

​But everyone contributes

And is aghast at being abused

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“It’s not my fault they all cry !”

ashamed

those that knew

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And then there was the group

Who hold themselves as true

 

“It’s my right to rubbish

Across this fine sweet earth.

I’m allowed because I’m human

And I’m allowed it is my worth”

(Sarcasm)

 

Rot

 

The thinking of the rich

Who rubbish their own kind

Is because of disenchantment

A loss of some deep kind

 

A loss of Divine Connection

To what all life is worth

 

A turning against another

To blame as if it’s their first

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To say

“You started it! It’s not my fault you know.

But I can add to it, for it’s there now, you all know.”

 

Who cares about the rubbish

Of human manmade kind

Of Poverty and War

And Slavery of all kinds

 

Of

Human Rights Abuse

Raping of the lands

To Torturing our Animals 

for some superficial plan...

 

Perhaps it’s makeup ?

How pretty do you look ?

With blood stained tear stained marks

“Mmm that’s quite a look!”

 

The animals who suffered 

to make you look so pretty

Didn’t like being dumped

On Toaster Mountain City

 

And when the weather meant

People couldn’t visit

They all got up in arms

But didn’t say

“Ohh it’s such a pity”

 

“Someone is to blame for this

Someone’s fault it must”

So they decided to blame the ones 

whose names had but turned to rust.

 

But still adding to their pile of crap

They hadn’t realised so

That each and every action

Was continuing to grow

 

The pile was high

The blame was too

And everyone said

“I had no part!”

 

It’s true

Some did try to make something

But stayed stuck in selfish heart

 

Ohh!!

 

To share the workload of the clean

It takes us all you know

To say I’m sorry for the past

Is strength in true

You’ll grow

 

And to say let’s look forward

To a place where trees may grow

Where animals return

And fruits and veggies grow

 

Takes everyone together

Respecting equal rights

Respecting sentient life

As birth given rights

 

The day did come where people found

A new way to look

To look to one another

as partners not as crooks

 

Partner in a way

That holds all value true

Of uniqueness and diversity

Where value is so true

 

Where junk piles once did reign

The people saw the rot

And collectively and thankfully

Cleaned up the whole spot

 

But without a care for others

One persons jobs too big

Without the care for others

Resentment…

Who gives a fig!

 

Well if in your sweet lifetime

You had to come back alone

Would you want to clean up Toaster Mountain?

And do so without a groan?

 

I doubt it

Really truely I can say

Not one person 

Would want that day

 

Alone

 

So let’s stop now complaining

And be mindful of our ways

Of consequences that we face

For how we live our days

 

It’s not just Toaster Mountain

The challenges we face

 

But Mountains of fear

And hate

And bias

Evidently a lack of faith

 

Past centuries and centuries 

of waring and of harm

Surely we have learnt

It’s Love that does disarm??

 

Mountains made of something

But what do we do?

 

Do we add

Or

Forgive

 

Remember

Life is true

 

So make what you will

Of

my few words

 

But remember Sunrises

And sweet tweeting birds

Of those who are gardening

And touching others hearts

 

This is what will grow so strong

Not tearing us apart

 

For some did never use

That toaster on the pile

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But ate in different languages

And used a different style

 

And yet their piles were different

made of different ways and forms

Sky high they grew

 

Comparison

Adorned

 

We are one Earth

 

So vital and profound

We all should take one minute

And stop and kiss the ground

 

 

 

With love and peace

By Anna

​​​​This poem is dedicated to life ~ the unheard

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As my brother taught me..

Instead of saying..

"No War !!"

Say

 "Imagine Peace"

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