Progress
We fill our landfills
That we build sky high
With electronic gadgets
That we must all buy
… All in the name of Progress
We cut down the forest
And industrialize the farm
We poison our food
And do the land harm
… All in the name of Progress
We squander Earth’s resources
And take but not give
We pollute the air
Until nothing can live
… All in the name of Progress
We scar our very souls
By our wanting for more
We ignore those in need
As we slam shut the door
… All in the name of progress
TupperWHERE?
The plastic containers
Are so neatly stacked
They are piled high
And tightly packed
Many are repurposed
Some are bought new
Stored in a cabinet
Safely out of view
Oh those pesky lids
They seem to run away
I am sure they were here
Just the other day
I really don’t know
What to make of it
The tops and bottoms
No longer seem to fit
Perhaps they eloped
With my missing socks
Although that would be
Quite unorthodox
Born in Wilmington Delaware in the early 1950s, Ann Christine Tabaka has been writing poems and rhymes since her Junior High years. She lives with her husband and two cats and was a Fine Arts Major in college.
#cellphones #harveyweinstein #repent
Ben,
What are you trying to tell me?
Sound writing, the second poem was witty and funny.
Dear Michael, as it was meant to be! Thank you so much!
Christine
Nicely positioned ironic poetry. We recede as we progress. Thank you.
Thank you kindly David. I appreciate your comments!
I don’t know…… I mean. I hope you can regard many beautiful things in the progressive freedom case as normal， Many of these beautiful things are not because of their own problems, but because people think too far of it. Imagine something about the sublime of fantasy. I hope you can look at these beautiful things in a normal way. They are innocent