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Sunday, February 4, 2018

Plastic World and Freedom

Yes, Paul Fowler has given us two prompts again. Write about one or the other or if you want to really challenge yourself write a poem that includes both prompts.

NOTE from Victoria, the Keeper of the Blog. Please note the prompt list with dates above as well as the new "Rules of the Blog." As we get more members of the blog, it becomes necessary to lay out a few rules. Not many. Thanks.

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  1. ok. here we go. as you may pick up from the poem, i'm not a fan of plastic.

    PLASTIC WORLD

    all my bins and rooms are filled with plastic
    once plastic was thought more fantastic than elastic
    now it all ends up in the sea
    making sea creatures no longer be

    one reason i now write in pencil
    i don't have to pay the plastic pen bill

    and someone falls in love with a plastic phone
    and is beaten over a ring tone

    " i may walk home alone, but my faith in love is still devout " - the smiths.

    yeah, i'm old enough to take it
    but what about the kids? when the planet, we break it. with nukes and a sulky korean plastic fit.

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    1. Awesome take on the prompt, but then it's your own prompt LOL

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    2. a lot of truth in this poem. the plastic ring binders kill fish who get caught in in. they mistake plastic bags for food and choke on them... plastic plastic everywhere...

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    3. Doesn't most of the plastic come from China? Oh Well, perhaps one day we will learn how to make it all dissolve away, let us hope and pray! Meanwhile as you say, let's hear it for pencils!

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    4. thanks victoria. what are these rule changes? much as i like being told what to do by a woman that knows karate, i'm not a fan of rules ha ha - love and peace - paul.

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    5. just counting all the plastic things in front of me. there are over fifty. the question is, where does it all end up when it doesn't work any more? think i texted you about albatross dying out, 'cos they keep eating plastic lighters thinking they are squid and the plastic kills them......hmmmmmm holding on to my paper and pencils - paul.

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    6. plastic comes from everywhere tash. had some sushi the other day and the plastic weighed more than the food.
      " plastic crap and things going wrong. the future is made in hong kong " - flux of pink indians ( 1977 ) saw this band live and they got it spot on. - love - paul.

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    8. Paul F. There is plastic everywhere. It is impossible to get away from it. It sure is terrible that no one though ahead on plastic. Great poem.

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    9. yep paul. plastic in front of me. plastic behind me. all my bags and everything in them is covered in plastic.as long as things are convieniant and cheap, people don't care what happens to it, when they throw it in the bin.
      why the deleted comment wolfie. did you swear at me? ha ha - love and peace - paul.

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  2. and the freedom one.

    LIVE FREE OR DIE

    no compromise anymore
    no " i'll deal with it later "
    no caring if you are a snappy alligator
    no more business with the law

    you put your hands on me, i'll break your wrist
    three years on the road creates a red mist

    a pity i had to change so much
    just to survive on the streets
    missing the music beats
    and a ladies silken touch

    but i am the invincible iron man
    just without the billions and the tan

    just need the wonderous charlotte that works in the library
    with a woman like that, i would never tarry

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    1. You do write a lot about "non"relationships. I enjoy your style and rhythm. "ladies" should be "lady's"

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    2. but at last you are free to live again and start over again. you finally have a real home again

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    3. Your autobiographical poetry is always well said, and very true to life. You are a wonderfully resilient man. Thanks for sharing.

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    4. I really enjoyed your poem. It is very sensitive and real.

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    5. quite right victoria. but six disasterous relationships in a row makes you forget how to spell lady ha ha.

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    6. oh, i'm free young bonita and finished your letter in pencil of course. might send you a scary poem too, that came close to the match. " it's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A. " - - paul.

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    7. you gotta be gangster tough to survive around here tash. it's like detroit on a bad day.....with knives. money helps though. don't worry. i am invincible. i'll tell you a story sometime - love - paul.

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    8. all my poems are real wolfie. you think i could make any of this crazy s**t up ha ha. three years on the road wooooooooooooo!is your e - mail thingy working? - love and peace - paul.

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    9. Paul F. I really enjoyed listening to this poem. You make a lot of sense.

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    10. thanks paul. once said to friend of mine " of course i talk to myself. it's the only time i hear any sense " ha ha.

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  3. Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose

    when Janet sang freedom aint
    worth nothin' but it's free
    the pain in her voice
    told the story of a young woman
    battered by life who was
    anything but free
    tears and cries of loneliness
    melted into each note
    blended with her plaintive wail
    until you felt she would break
    shatter into pieces before your eyes
    then one quiet morning the news
    report Janis Joplin had died
    an overdose of drugs
    but in reality it was an
    an overdose of a tortured life
    she was finally free
    freedoms just another word
    for nothing left to lose.

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    1. Regardless of typo, this is a powerful poem and well written as well as a strong statement. Thanks for a good one!

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    2. Yes, as Tasha said, despite the typos, this is clean and powerful.

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    3. WOW!!! heart wrenching...and beautiful at the same time

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    4. calm down bonnie, it's only a typo. we all overdose on something, if we are human. whether it be drugs, poetry, emotion, love, or violence. you don't need a corection. think everyone can tell you ain't talking about janet jackson ha ha - love and peace - paul.

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    5. it wasn't a typo... it was an autocorrect

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    6. Bonnie, Linda read me the poem without the autocorrect mistake and it was very beautiful and sensitive.

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  4. Y'know, I keep thinking about this, so I figured I'd come back and comment again. The first time I read it I didn't realize it was Janis. It wasn't until I read Tasha's comment and this comment. I thought it was Janet singing Janis' songs and how they related to her life. I thought it worked. LOL

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  5. we have become a plastic world
    where everything is fake
    just look at things around you
    see what you have
    see what you hold
    what do children play with
    it all comes from a mold
    our oceans are full of plastic garbage
    pollution has turned the oceans into
    plastic soup in which our fish entangle
    ...and die

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    1. This could almost be another verse of Paul's poem. A good take on the prompt.

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    2. indeed wolfie. tried to get rid of plastic from my life, to try to save the damn planet and it's impossible.comes from oil based products though. what happens when the oil runs out? hmmmmm - love and pencils - paul.

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    3. i was thinking the same thing Victoria said... it could be part of paul's poem and also works well on his own.

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    4. Yes, but then great minds...as they say! Sad commentary and true, like you do so well.

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    5. Linda, I loved this poem. It is so true.

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  6. land of the free
    home of the brave
    and the stories I hear of the vets
    in this land of freedom are atrocious
    homeless and hungry
    missing limbs
    and on the streets
    looking for a handout
    where are our heroes?
    laying in a gutter
    with a bottle...

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    1. Love it. And unfortunately, so true.

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    2. sadly familiar. they fought so some loonie wouldn't blow our guts out and they sit in supermarket doorways begging for money now. possibly the worst governments we have ever had in the world? . please discuss - democracy and communism?....i've shit 'em - love and peace - paul.

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    3. Sad, and unfortunately all too true not just now but always!!! Are ou familiar with the Irish words to Johnny I Hardly Knew Ye, sung to the tune of when Johnny comes marching home? I used to sing it once upon a time.

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    4. Honey, very sad and very true. with all the controversy going on about the immigrants or the vets...well, timely too.

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  7. plastic, plastic everywhere
    children play with plastic toys
    look at Barbie and Ken
    there's plastic sleds and plastic trucks
    and millions of other plastic things
    like plastic chairs and plastic tables
    for children and for grown-ups too
    we eat on plastic plates for lunch
    we drink from plastic cups
    more than half our trash is plastic
    and it goes in plastic bags
    and it will not bio-degrade

    I look around my home and see
    containers everywhere...made of plastic
    dish soap, water, hand sanitizer, medicine
    the face for the clock, the stereo,
    shelves, scissor handles, shampoo...
    I could go on and on but,
    I think you see the picture
    framed in a plastic picture frame...

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    1. As serious as this poem is, the last line make me literally laugh out loud. I remember when Will was in middle school he had a project to do 3 things. Make a list of all the electrics in our home. Have his parents make a list of all the electric things we grew up with, and ask his grandparents (he asked our mother) about the electric things she grew up with. It was like it grew exponentially, and I think plastics are doing the same.

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    2. plastic things for a lot of fake plastic people most of the time. with plastic smiles and plastic clothes - yeah, when you look about, you are surrounded by plastic. oh well. i'm not bill gates, there's nothing i can do, except whine - love and plastic - paul.

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    3. Good image of how we are surrounded by it! Alas!

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  8. Please, everyone read the rules up in the header Where the dates you are due for the prompt are.

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  9. Freedom by or from Plastic

    Once it was thought
    plastic would give us freedom.
    Plastic dishes, pens, bags,
    or you name it supposedly
    disposable this, that and the other
    would free us from extra work,
    from accumulation,
    from whatever we had to spend
    to get anything that would last
    because we could throw away
    and get another for little expense.

    What we did not realize
    was that it would accumulate,
    all by itself, until it practically
    buried us in its disposeableness,
    and until we realized
    that it did not go away,
    so that instead of being free
    we had made a mess
    We could not clean up or
    or dispose of.






















































































































































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    1. good job mixing the prompts!!! It was too much of a challenge for me. lol I enjoyed your poem very much

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    2. Tasha, I had a hard time finding the place to leave a comment for your poem on Linda's computer. For some reason I had to scroll way down to find it. It is a very good poem and deserves some comments.

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    3. nice poem tash. plenty of other naughty things in the world, but i thought nukes and chemical warfare might be a bit heavy. plastic is killing dolphins. the most intelligent animal on the planet.....enough - love and bio degradable substances - paul.

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    4. Thanks! to all, and such kind words are truly appreciated.The problem is my word program which is somehow messed up and has added extra pages to my pages--blanks! Hence the long scroll. So sorry. Don't know how to fix it!!!

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  10. Plastic Freedom

    Oh, how I'd love to be free of f-ing plastic
    If it'd all disappear it'd be fantastic
    Will we ever be free of all this waste
    Supposed to be convenient, made in haste

    Not thought out to a reasonable end
    That kind of tech is hard to defend
    What were they thinking when they made that crap
    It doesn't degrade and becomes an animal trap

    We won't be free until we learn of consequences
    From the seeds that we sow to our border wall fences
    We're free to share the thoughts in our mind
    It's only with pollution I've an axe to grind

    Things that subtract from the grandeur of life
    Let out life's blood like the slash of a knife
    We suck our earth's juices with no thought or care
    And when we're done we dispose it in our only air

    Let's free ourselves from the destructive ways
    Of the secret boardrooms and greedy okays
    Selling souls for pennies on the dollar
    Shut the doors so they don't hear us holler

    Whoever wants plastic can keep the shit
    Wrap up in it tight, it's a really good fit
    You won't be able to breath though I'm sorry to say
    But, you'll be smooth and shiny, so have a nice day


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    1. it never goes away mate. that's the problem. like nuclear waste. our great grand kids are still gonna be dealing with all this crap - yes. i do have two plastic bags under the desk....sigh! - paul.

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    2. Good one Paul B. And so true! Well and truly said, thanks!

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