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GULF OIL SPILL poetry thread **EPIC GLP POEM** CONTRIBUTE YOUR THOUGHTS HERE!! | |
| jacqflash Offer Upgrade  User ID: 1017858  Australia06/27/2010 06:42 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | |
| jacqflash (OP) User ID: 1017858 Australia06/27/2010 06:43 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The toxic blood from deep within, like puss oozing from an open, gangrenous sore, spreads its deadly web of sheen across the wide blue. Oh I weep for the majestic birds, Oh I weep for the playful dolphins, Oh I weep for the people Of the Gulf. |
| jacqflash (OP) User ID: 1017858 Australia06/27/2010 06:44 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | My bad .... LIKE THIS They kill our oceans they poison our seas, stinking sludge, covert disease, The fish and birds smother in oil the beautiful beaches begin to spoil, The stench of death not far away for after death, then comes decay, As the children still attempt to play. The toxic blood from deep within, like puss oozing from an open, gangrenous sore, spreads its deadly web of sheen across the wide blue. Oh I weep for the majestic birds, Oh I weep for the playful dolphins, Oh I weep for the people Of the Gulf. To be continued........ |
| jacqflash (OP) User ID: 1017858 Australia06/27/2010 07:22 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | they poison our seas, stinking sludge, covert disease, The fish and birds smother in oil the beautiful beaches begin to spoil, The stench of death not far away for after death, then comes decay, As the children still attempt to play. The toxic blood from deep within, like puss oozing from an open, gangrenous sore, spreads its deadly web of sheen across the wide blue. Oh I weep for the majestic birds, Oh I weep for the playful dolphins, Oh I weep for the people Of the Gulf. So like moths to a flame glpers login, reading the woes of those who wait to die. Those who complain and those who just *sigh*. Doom for the gulf and doom for the planet, doom for our world and everything in it. To be continued........ |
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| jacqflash (OP) User ID: 1017858 Australia06/27/2010 07:41 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | They kill our oceans they poison our seas, stinking sludge, covert disease, The fish and birds smother in oil the beautiful beaches begin to spoil, The stench of death not far away for after death, then comes decay, As the children still attempt to play. The toxic blood from deep within, like puss oozing from an open, gangrenous sore, spreads its deadly web of sheen across the wide blue. Oh I weep for the majestic birds, Oh I weep for the playful dolphins, Oh I weep for the people Of the Gulf. So like moths to a flame glpers login, reading the woes of those who wait to die. Those who complain and those who just *sigh*. Doom for the gulf and doom for the planet, doom for our world and everything in it. To be continued........ |
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| Po User ID: 1017189  United Kingdom06/27/2010 07:47 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The BLACK Horizon The Babylonian whore is dripping with lust Her hips are gyrating with each frantic thrust Pumping her lubricant up though a crack B P is the fall guy taking the flack Birds of a feather soiled with the oil Perfect white beaches, stained now and soiled Fire on the water, fumes in the air Toxins keep rising, to much to bear Images scrubbed removed from the web And videos showing the toll of the dead Not so easy to scrub, a line in the sand Not crossed by the media, where do you stand? A news blackout that’s darker, even than tar About what is happening right where you are! Soon the magnitude obvious, impossible to hide The three wise monkeys simultaneously cried We could hear it, and see it, now we all shout It was so fucking obvious without any doubt Like an ostrich stood with your head in the sand OIL lapping over your feet right where you stand Stay there my friend and soon you will see The folly of the wise monkeys... really all three! You know it is coming as night follows day The religious now frantically all heard to pray Save us dear God from this terrible plight Struggling for breath now is a fight A miracle is needed that is for sure You’ve lived your life like an angel and been so pure Why hast thou forsaken me, some bound to cry As all around them is death and there loved ones now die Biblical proportions; Armageddon some say For many this for certain, is their judgement day! Beyond the horizon a new day is dawning Some for certain will be dead by the morning As into the Abyss humanity falls The gusher continues and constantly boils Deeper and deeper into despair we all sink The once crystal clear waters now blacker than ink Laying the blame at this door and that Whatever happened to that ‘Top Hat’? A nuke some now think is answer we need With no end in sight for our insatiable greed Armchair experts with their fingers on the keys Tapping away like a circus of fleas I’ll tell you what to do, why don’t you listen! While the oil slick is growing its sheen starts to glisten Red is the colour of some I have seen Believe me when I say it’s truly obscene Under water the plumes stay hidden for a while As news anchors’ each day the populous beguile The World Cup a distraction for many a plebeian With one eye on the ball a true cyclopean The second wise monkey now forced to see What the first Monkey heard, the third told to me Now hear what I’m saying... search deep inside The truth is within you, the controlled media lies ©Poemagraphic 17/06/10 |
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| Anonymous Coward (OP) User ID: 1017858 Australia06/27/2010 09:33 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | They kill our oceans Quoting: Anonymous Coward 862645they poison our seas, stinking sludge, covert disease, The fish and birds smother in oil the beautiful beaches begin to spoil, The stench of death not far away for after death, then comes decay, As the children still attempt to play. The toxic blood from deep within, like puss oozing from an open, gangrenous sore, spreads its deadly web of sheen across the wide blue. Oh I weep for the majestic birds, Oh I weep for the playful dolphins, Oh I weep for the people Of the Gulf. So like moths to a flame glpers login, reading the woes of those who wait to die. Those who complain and those who just *sigh*. Doom for the gulf and doom for the planet, doom for our world and everything in it. the end is nigh they tell us to buy while the dolphins cry and all the birds and fish die. i need more rye goodbye To be continued........ |
| Anonymous Coward (OP) User ID: 1017858 Australia06/27/2010 09:42 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | They kill our oceans they poison our seas, stinking sludge, covert disease, The fish and birds smother in oil the beautiful beaches begin to spoil, The stench of death not far away for after death, then comes decay, As the children still attempt to play. The toxic blood from deep within, like puss oozing from an open, gangrenous sore, spreads its deadly web of sheen across the wide blue. Oh I weep for the majestic birds, Oh I weep for the playful dolphins, Oh I weep for the people Of the Gulf. So like moths to a flame glpers login, reading the woes of those who wait to die. Those who complain and those who just *sigh*. Doom for the gulf and doom for the planet, doom for our world and everything in it. the end is nigh they tell us to buy while the dolphins cry and all the birds and fish die. i need more rye goodbye And the widow mourns her heart to shred when imagining the anguish in her husbands head, Under the pressure of all that would, and he had done all that he could, the relief he sought, not within his reach He took his own life, in search of peace. To be continued........ |
