Junk in school
Junk on the street
Junk is lurking
every place
that people meet
There’s nowhere safe
Can you stand the heat?
Best be cool
and fast on your feet
Junk that cheats
and is hard to beat
Junk piling up
in every place
Landfills full
of fetid waste
A natural habitat
for the human race?
Cockroaches and rats
are where junk’s at
Junk is ‘it’
in cyberspace
Junk all across
the internet
Breadcrumbing junk
Catfishing a flunk
junk that’s funk
gone kaput
and goes kerplunk
What the junk!?
The relic
from a Junk museum
drunk on junk
upon a rickety podium
giving it a tweet
talking the junk
Hellbent and spiked
like a Cosbied drink
The pulpit subterranean
taking us to the brink
where molten junk
is ever flowing
Junk out of sight
Junk micturating
from a great height
upon the shuffling throng
Where junk makes right
you just can’t go wrong
Junk opinions
everybody’s got one
From the cradle
to the grave
nowhere to hide
junk in fashion
and worn with pride
Falorn and torn
by fleeting passions
With style or grace
junk just happens
Junk calls the tune
Junk is your fortune
Junk’s in your face
Junk ‘n jail
leaving a messy trail
All too grim
and beyond the pale
A mysterious chunk
of Alien Junk
Human beings
being abducted
and locked in the trunk
by some or other
cosmic punk
orchestrating the junk
Like being conducted
somewhere ’round midnight
by a felonious monk
holding junk tight
Junk that floats
where hopes are sunk
Dangerous junk
Junk home grown
Junk imported
The meaning of Junk
is hotly debated
Junk being poured over
where trees once grew
May the junk
be ever with you
Junk on T.V.
Junk on credit
Get the latest model
You won’t regret it
The junkie celebrity
gives a guarantee
And all that extra junk
That comes for free!
Humans forsaken
charity forgotten
Has junk become
the greedy reality
of all things rotten?
Where junk
strikes quickly
without mercy
and conscience free
Stay tuned in
Be tuned out
to a place where pity
walks the plank
in the Big Crapple
that Big Sewer City
Junk in body
like crumbs in bed
Junk being pumped
from heart to head
Voices howling
Words are broken
Truth is scarce
and seldom spoken
Junk that grows
Junk that flows
Junk underfoot
and between your toes
The sky is smoking
The Earth is choking
That chemical fog
even a junkyard dog
can tell by the smell
of a cosmos combusting
Just follow your nose
You don’t need
no garbage man
to know which way
the junk wind blows
Junk in space
till the end of days
Space junk orbiting
through a toxic haze
Islands of platic
floating out of place
Four horsemen riding
Amazing disgrace
is soon approaching
The harbingers
of grand funk junk
Is it ever too late?
Is all hope sunk?
What is the real deal?
Who is the real thing?
Is it ever too late
to start recycling?
Junk
that prevaricates
Junk
that oscillates
Ophidian junk
that dances in the dark
like wriggling snakes
Junk glorified
Justice falsified
On the hunt for junk
Mall shoppers
never satisfied
As rivers
of effluent delivers
all that glitters
Palava Amanhã
So junk gets richer
upon a golden trail
of plastic from China
Yet the more get poorer
Like piles
of junk mail
thrown out
with the litter
Junk is in the eye
of the garbage disposer
Junk dropping bombs
across the border
A world of junk
well out of order
Chasing
the junk
of a golden dragon
the Junk Man commeth
ever so charming
With the bonds of junk
that he’s been selling
Junk jewellery hanging
from the neck
of the Bling King
I get by
and a little high
on the sweet junk
he’s been pushing
Too cool and cruel
for Sunday School
Mr. Mojo rising
Lawyers lying
Bankers swindling
Big business bribing
Integrity dwindling
Honesty disappearing
Politicians high flying
taking the golden pass
Taking the secretary
on junkets first class
The need to exceed
with the largesse of greed
For whom the junk tolls
hell’s doorbells
will soon to be ringing
Where there is life
there be junk … But
is it ever too late
to start recycling?
The Juggernaut of Junk
expands and exploits
That gravy train runs
on the crap it exports
Man’s inhumanity
now a globalised sport
Even the food you eat
has become a toxic rort
So feed your children
a wholesome snack
of processed junk
All poly-saturated
and highly adulterated
Yet tasty like a chemical
that artificial muck
Corporate junk
never satiated
Junk that does a bunk
Junk venerated
True love forged
Junk engorged
Fifty shades of junk
highly overrated
And only if your bored
To misuse the measure
of pain and pleasure
in the refuse of abuse
Some philistine
of predatory crime
trashing a treasure
Junk indeed
in need of a spank
Like a Weinstein
doing time
Junk has no love
left in the tank
Junk riding shotgun
on a garbage truck
Junk locked and loaded
in the vault of a bank
Junk on display
Junk on parade
With cash to splash
the rash and the trash
getting their junk waylaid
giving it a bash
on a garbage run
till the rising sun
The junk of your choice
custom made
All junk
great and small
short and tall
for it’s a hard junk
a-gonna fall
Junk is telling you
what to say
and what to think
Like junk that stinks
of spite and envy
As all that elitist
and most haughty
post-modest poetry
The ostentatious
and pretentious
revelling in negativity
Those bitter little pills
that spill aimlessly
into a monochrome sea
Only to sink into
the endless darkness
of grandiose self-pity
As black is the new junk
So please
colour my universe
in positive creativity
And a verse or two
of true honesty
Junk is being sunk
into your personal space
since the deal went down
with a fall from grace
junk is running amok
and is on your case
Truth that is pure
very hard to find
in a pile of used waste
Yet even in the darkness
there is always
a loving trace
Reaching out
and shining past
all shades of junk
from the first
and the worst
to the very last
Life is for recycling
and riding high
with the King
So skip the garbage tip
and make it a blast 😎
~ by David B. Redpath © 2018-19
“For his sake I have suffered
the loss of all things and count
them as rubbish, in order that
I might gain Christ.”
~ a man named Paul
Photography:
Alexandra Armeta-Redpath ©2019
Linda & David B. Redpath ©2019
Hell yes, outfqnstanding sir
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Glad you liked myfgnjunk.
Thanks for reading ye oldepunk
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The whole world’s gone kaput. Junk on credit indeed.
Great as usual, David. Your poetry is physically painful (don’t get me wrong; this is actually a compliment).
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Thanks Bojana . . .
I like to share.
I’m relieved to believe
there is pleasure forever
at the end of the rainbow 🌈
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Another optimist?!
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My glass more than half full.
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Shoot. Mine is empty, I need a refill. I hope you like wine.
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A wine in time …
a stairway sublime !
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Yes, to heaven.
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Like a Led Zeppelin
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Oh yes.
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Sort and sift
Cross the rift
Between what was
And what is
Find the worth
Left from dearth
Show some love
To our only Earth
Break the mirror
Seeing clearer
Morning light
Growing nearer
Through the haze
Sunshine days
How I long to
Count the ways
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Yes, the whole earth
belongs to the Lord.
From the breath of life
comes the poetic word.
Thanks for the Aurora
of inspired thoughts.
A find of great worth.
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I remember a few years ago watching a music video where the female singer was shaking her booty and singing,
“I’ve got junk, junk, junk,
Junk in my trunk…”
No doubt that’s the song Earth Mother Gaia 🌏 is singing these days.
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Yes Chris, these days the music,
just like the money, seems to all
be going in the one junk direction.
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And unfortunately the junk is not a beautiful small Chinese fishing boat sailing into the sunset on a beautiful ocean.
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That’s how the English
made junkies of the Chinese.
The British East India Company
made them hop onto the junk.
Any more ‘banging the gong’
and ‘chasing the dragon’
and their boat would’ve sunk.
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you’re making people junkies for your writing
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I have been told,
by Betty Ford,
that I do have an
addictive personality.
When I modestly
thanked her
she said most sternly
that it wasn’t meant
as a compliment !?
Thanks, Dreamwords, for your
most complimentary comment.
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Hello dear.. I have nominated you for a three day quote. Check my blog to see it. Congratulations
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Thanks for that,
Soulful Therapy.
My spirit be the happiest
… and you can quote me.
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You’re welcomed dear
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Like being conducted somewhere ’round midnight by a Felonious Monk – LOL! Great stuff David
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Thanks, Nitin.
Glad you caught that one.
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A whole lotta junk gone wrong… Sharing!
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A whole lotta love
is there to set things right
Just above the surface
Not too far out
… and out of sight
Thanks Bette
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Love it! 🙂
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LOL
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You have the talent to take junk and turn it into an art. Bravo. This was an absolute pleasure to read.
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Thank you very much, Andrew.
One can but work …
with the material at hand.
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Lol. We got to work on that muse of yours.
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She’s got plenty junk
going on in da trunk!
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This poem’s long
But flows quite well
And has a lot
Of things to tell.
At least to this rhyme-and-meter punk,
It’s certainly not junk. 🙂
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Thank’s for that R in T.
That’s the long
& the short of it …
Variety is literally
the literature of life.
Have you ever read Longfellow.
They don’t call him ‘Longfellow’
for nothing.
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David, what a fantastic commentary! Yes, junk is the byproduct of a greedy reality. Junk as a commodity is every day trader’s dream, while it should be a nightmare. Thankfully China’s Melamine is out of the bag, toxic non-edible disguised as edible, shame on the minds that think this sort of junk up, instead of investing brainpower towards a solution. Your words are poignant and on target. Terrific poem! ! Mia
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Thank you muchly, Mia …
gracious lady, and fellow wayfarer.
Yes, I have tried,
but in a world coated
in cyanamide and formaldehyde,
there is nowhere
to safely hide.
We have already the solutions
to all this planet’s
man made problems.
Tis only the resolve
to use them
that is sorely lacking.
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You’re welcome, David. We can hope for the day when Greed no longer drives the car, Resolve takes over and the road trip to the capitol city of Sanity begins.
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I love the repetition of junk and the way you interwoven it with other creative words and painted your own experimentation of art. Brilliant writing my friend. 🙂
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Thank you very much, Charlie.
I had plenty o’ junk to work with.
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You did a brilliant job and expressing yourself creatively and with such experimentation. 🙂
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Wow, I have no words, still holding my breath… this poem is magnificiently eloquent and original, a jewel of beautifully crafted words to be read aloud at an open mic or to be performed as poetry slam for its musicality ressonates everywhere. What a great tribute to junk. At the same time, there is poignant criticism of massive waste production in today’s world and its terrible consequences for humanity. T.S.Eliot wrote “The Waste Land”, one of my favorite poems, and you, in a totally different style, have written a modern version of our current “Waste Land”. The way you have put these beautiful words together slightly reminds me (of course in a totally different way) of the poets of the Beat Generation. Your eloquence and social criticism slightly resembles “Howl” by Allen Ginsberg. As for the play on words your poem reminds me of a series of three poems by Jack Kerouac included in a book called Scattered Poems: “Fie My Fum”, “Pull My Daisy”(first and second version).
These lines of the poem have especially touched me:
“Junk that floats
where hopes are sunk”
“So junk gets richer
upon a golden trail
of plastic from China
Yet the more get poorer”
“Junk dropping bombs
across the border
A world of junk
well out of order”
And I love the double rhymes here:
“With cash to splash
the rash and the trash”
I am sorry for this very long comment, but, as you see, I am really fascinated by this poem.
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Thank you very much, Marta,
for your most gracious comments.
I was raised on the works of
the Beat Poets (I guess you
can’t hide your upbringing)
and I’m pleased and flattered
to be even a mere reminiscence.
We stand on the shoulders
of literary giants.
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Really an awesome list poem! I love to read and write these myself. Wow! You covered the whole universe of Junk!
Especially, loved these lines:
“Junk on T.V.
Junk on credit
Get the latest model
You won’t regret it
The junkie celebrity
gives a guarantee
And all that extra junk
that comes for free
Humans forsaken
charity forgotten
Has junk become
the greedy reality?”
Bravo, My Friend! So well done!
Thanks also for all your visits and views to my site. I really appreciate you spending your precious time there and hope you will continue to find my words worthy!!
Chuck
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Thank you very much, Charles.
This was originally a much
longer ‘shopping list’.
I just about filled an exercise
book with a draft full of junk.
Had to throw most of it out,
but then that’s the way of junk.
And thanks for using your
‘there luctant poet’ site as a
platform for wordpress writer’s
to meet (still not sure what
‘luctant’ means?).
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A great piece! Yes, I guess there are different names and views – some call it editing, purging, dumping etc. LOL!
I so appreciate reading your work and your consistent support of my blog! Ha! You mean “Reluctant?” I have in the past and sometimes even now when reading and reblogging the works of others “Wonder about my words??”
Thanks so much, David!!! 👍👍✨😊
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Fear and trepidation seems to
be the poets constant, companion
… if one dares to go exploring.
Nothing there luctant about it 🤔
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I truly enjoyed this post. Well done sir!
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You hit way to close to home with this post! Ha! Did my wife commission you to write this?? LOL Loved your line – “Junk is lurking every place . . .”
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Thanks Charles.
My wife tells me I’m punching
above my weight division?
Trying my best to become
a true Minimalist.
As a coincidence, we are
currently clearing out a
hoard of junk, just to make
room for more incoming.
No idea where it comes from?
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a funky beautiful poem from junk…nice…now that’s some recycling…
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Thank you very much,
Geetika Masala, of the
flowing green & gold saris.
I’m doing my best
to save the planet,
one poem at a time.
So I’m off on a junk safari.
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David! You are a talented poet. You have beautifully expressed your thoughts ❤
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Thanks for taking
the guided tour, Laraib.
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One Man’s junk is another Man’s treasure, whether material or spiritual. Then again, from what I’ve heard, there a sucker born every second, perhaps absurd.
Great post, thought I’d try the rhymes out myself!
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A hot shot of caffeine
in the early morning
puts a spring in the poem
Rhyming along like a song
till very late in the evening
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I’ve been bested!!!
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No prize for being
arrested, & breath tested.
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Now that was a lot junk you wrote about, a thoroughly great piece of rubbish, and I really enjoyed this bit of refuse.
“Landfills full
of fetid waste
A natural habitat
for the human race?
Cockroaches and rats”
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Thanks for recycling, Ivor.
As they say … travel
broadens the mind,
as to all the junk
we messy humans
are leaving behind.
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Yes we have a messed up world
Travelling to China with a girl
0ne point three billion to greet me
Will the air I breathe be free
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When all in all
have a car to drive
through a junkyard jungle,
choking the smoke,
in the battle to survive.
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I’m enjoy morning tea Dad
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The sun is shining on the harbour.
Just drove from Cairns to Melbourne.
Now recovering from White Line Fever.
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Have a great day
The sun’s not here to stay
Enjoy a rest today
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Whoops!! 😉
I’m enjoying morning tea
Dad’s Orchids and me
My courtyard is my world
A shrine for me and my girl
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I was wondering, Ivor,
your much too young
and good looking
to be a son of mine!
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Not sure about good looking
I’m listening to Beatles White
I was only only Seventeen.
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It was fifty years ago today
the Beatles recorded Abbey
Road.
But I’m a Sgt. Peppers fan.
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Yes !!, I’m back, no more blinking blinking, I’m fixed, a new second-hand hand computer, all my musics back, 10 hours of the Beatles, I’m over the moon and back,… back on track.
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Ivor was a computer fixer,
who thought he was a plumber
… Get back, Ivor.
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Roll over Beethoven
I’m as good as I was Yesterday
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You parole Chuck Berry,
and I’ll tell Tchaikovsky
the news.
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I just had to laugh. “…drunk on junk…”, “…fifty shades of junk…” “…junk, between your toes…” Loved ‘The Doors’ referral.
I wish I was a poet. I just ain’t got it. This is the best I can do:
“Good food
Good meat
Good God
Let’s eat”
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Thanks Victoria.
Your laughter
is poetry to my ears.
A ray of sunshine
in a junkyard of tears.
Since the Word spoken,
we are all poems
. . . in the writing.
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🤗❤
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Is it always summer in Australia? It seems to be so with that fellow in the photo. Your post has given me a least 2 new meanings for junk, but don’t ask me which….
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Junk is in the eye of the beholder.
Like a downhill roller coaster.
We do have snow Down Under.
But in comparison to your location,
Wayne, too little to mention.
Say ‘Hello’ to Lola for me.
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You and your red skies tend to show up in my Lola blogs, which makes it easier for you to say hello to her yourself!
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Right as reign, Wayne.
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Love that tomb… Feel sick now, all the junk. Great pic! *When Sarcasm is chilling…
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Sorry about that, Luiza.
I remember feeling a bit
nauseous myself, whilst
unloading … so to speak.
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Yeah.junks are everywhere and too in closed relation often.nice written ,dear!! Painting is awesome.Well done. 🌹🌹🌹🌹
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Thank you, Aruna.
Just don’t ever push that
‘Trash’ button on me😁!
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Oh no dear!!this junk is not for you.😁
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Whew!
Without some divine recycling
I would be well & truly through.
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🖒🖒🖒🖒🖒
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Wow, that’s a lot of junk and so true …it appears the world is drowning in junk….”Junk opinions
everybody’s got one”…indicative of the times where everyone is screaming ‘no judgment’ but every thought spoken out loud is condemned by some group or faction.
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The politics of division,
festering within the cultural
baggage of tribal superstition.
We all need a love resurrection
to break free of opinionated
disunity.
Preconception is the
proud and loud mother
of Miss Conception.
Thanks Dorianna, for reading,
and commenting.
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Nice share! Great art
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Thanks Ravindra.
I like to spread the junk.
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Great indeed! Keep sharing wonderful art, cheers! Have a great day ☕
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Thank you very much, Ravindra.
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Excellent! After reading this poem, I thought you might enjoy the following story, https://poetryphotosandmusingsohmy.wordpress.com/2018/10/20/buy-for-happiness-a-short-story-by-erwin-wensley/
Thank you for following one of my blogs. I find it interesting that you took the time to go through and find an older post. Not many do that. Léa
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I like to dig deep.
I’ve been to Europe a couple
of times. It’s a big trip for us
Down Under. Planning to go
back for much longer next
time, go good to get tips of
where to go from seasoned
travellers.
I’ll pursue the purchasing
of happiness on WordPress.
Thanks, Léa
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I never got to Oz. A few blogging friends there but I haven’t ventured that far. The closest I got was Thailand and Vietnam which I loved. However, France has been home since I arrived 11 years ago. I shall look forward to something Orwellian… Thank you David
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I got to spend a week in Paris,
staying at Montmartre. Just
long enough to visit the Louvre,
Espace Dali (of course), Notre-Dame, and wander in wonder
about. But unfortunately, not long enough to really take it all in.
Trekking to India and Nepal
in January. Hoping to get to
Vietnam soon after.
Thailand is very nice for a
holiday.
Australia is so vast, best to
allow plenty of time, and travel
with someone who knows the
terrain.
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Ah, a tiny taste of Paris. Delicious but you haven’t been to the real France. And if you are into Dali, I am but an hour and a half from his birthplace, Figueres, Spain. There are two museums of his work one dedicated to the jewelry he created and not to be believed! You should visit other parts of France, we have much to offer.
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I’m hoping to see more of
the French countryside next
time. And more of Italy and
Spain.
I did visit Dali & Gala”s house
in Figueres. Like Disneyland
on Acid! Was planning to go
to his beach home on the coast
but ran out of time. We were
there mid summer, when
Barcelona is in peak season,
and saw the Dali gallery there.
Planning to go back in Spring
or Autumn when it’s quieter.
Did get to the Picasso Museums
in Barcelona, and Malaga.
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I adore my little village near the sea and I agree on the Dali museums in Figueres. Did you make it to Parc Guell in Barcelona? Enjoy your travels.
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No unfortunately, but we did
visit the Sagrada Familia.
Next time Madrid, Milan,
Lyon, and as much of France
as we can.
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The cities have much to offer. However, my heart lies in the little villages and getting to know my neighbors. Bon voyage.
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🙂 Love it!! Worth reading for the fun literary references alone! The world really is wearisome, but a man named Jesus overcame the world.
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Yes, there is hope.
For Christ is in the salvage business.
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Hats off for you David…😊
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Thank you, Mich 🙏 💛
I had some junk to vent
… out into space
and off my chest 😎
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One man’s junk is another’s treasure 🙂 I myself am a minimalist so junk in my trunk ! You’ve hit many targets with shades of junk. It has a bit of Dr. Seuss
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Thing One and Thing Two 😎 😎
unanimously agreed with you ✔️
Living minimal, and not
an environmental criminal
is the thing to do 🌈 🌎
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Thanks, it’s my Thing. 🤓
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Stunningly written!! 🖤
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Greatly appreciated 🙏😎
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No problem. Thoroughly enjoyed reading! 👍🖤
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it’s destroying
the way some keep toying
with our minds
and with our hearts.
what’s the answer,
where to start?
it’s also contagious
proper outrageous
but it can’t stop us
from being courageous.
love send out,
belief maintain.
the junk goes back
to earth again.
lotus born
of dark and rot
bloom in my mind,
my spirit besot!
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Very overwhelming, so much junk! If we continue at this pace, we’ll soon become a planetary dump.
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Yes, the landfill is just about full,
Rosaliene. Time for man to devise
new plan, while he still can.
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We are a wasteful species who had the potential for much more. It’s as though we saw a crossroads or a fork in the road and chose the wrong way. Along with our capability for wisdom we also encompass the capability for stupidity at the same level.
Thank you for not failing me and filling this with pictures of you ❤️
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I find my only hope is now in a
higher grand plan. For man is
proving to be, collectively, a bit
of a hopeless dope. I do hope
I’m wrong, but all I hear are the
tears of a tragic sad song 💔
The person taking off the
make-up isn’t me, Sweet Poesy.
It’s actually lovely my daughter
in law, Alexandra.
But yes, I did slip some pics of
myself in, being a self absorbed
narcissist 😎
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I laughed hard and loud
You are amazingly awesome
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Then, my work here is done 💛 as
I ride off 🎠 into the setting sun 🌄
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and the junk just goes on and on……. we look for a place to throw it and find there is no place called ‘away’
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And it just grows if you stow it.
If I could go back in time, I’d
stop the environmental crime
of the man who invented plastic.
And tell all the world 🌎 to buy
their food in brown paper bags
and carry it in a straw basket.
And to drink water from the tap,
for we only have one planet 😎
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I somehow find it appropriate that a poem called Shades of Junk would begin with a photo of you reading a book called Love and Marriage written by one Bill Cosby.
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Yes, it certainly was an eye opener.
As opposed to one of his special
Martinis 🥴💤
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Too much junk
in everyone’s trunk David.
especially love:
“upon a rickety podium
giving it a tweet
talking the junk
Hellbent and spiked
like a Cosbied drink“
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Yes, Rachel …
We all need to keep
on eye on our Martinis 🍸
and earnestly recycle 🔁
Perhaps even
learn to ride
an organic bicycle 🚲
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As always David, you make excellent points and with a flair uniquely yours. Recycle, minimise the junk, pack the basket on your bike, guard your martini. All good mottos. When I read your poems in my mind, it’s always with my best Aussie accent, which only enhances the effect.
Always careful with my martinis David.
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Yes Rachel, I do have an Aussie
accent. A bit like Mel Gibson
after he’s had a few drinks with
Bill Cosby. That’s despite being
a New Yorker, from Long Island,
originally. Raised in Australia 🇦🇺
where the junk is much cheaper 😎
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LOL But why, why would he have drinks with Bill Cosby, it hurts my head to even go there, or maybe the drinks hurt their heads, more likely.
That’s a pretty fun kind of accent, like slurred Aussie/American, I can nearly smell the beer 😂. New York to Australia, that’s quite the shift!
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It’s not a Cosbied martini,
if it don’t makes you sleepy 💤
🎶 No matter how far I roam
I still call Australia home 🇦🇺
(for safety reasons, since my
two sisters are U.S citizens 😎)
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For some reason, this makes me think of that Australian series “Rake”. You don’t secretly moonlight as that main character do you?!
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Sadly no. But coincidentally
Cleaver Greene did represent me,
the last time I was in Sydney.
A night out in Kings Cross that got
a bit out of hand (by court order,
I’m prohibited from talking about it).
The kind policeman gave me
Cleaver’s card, saying …
“You’re going to need a lawyer,
son. I know a really cheap one.”
I got off with a firm spanking 😎
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Bahahahaha. That truly was a LOL. Sounds like a great night with not such a bad ending 😳😂
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The stuff of legend! 🏆🎖️
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Like you say we’re all guilty of a little or a lot and some, on the slopes of Everest, make the supreme sacrifice and contribute themselves to the detritus.
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Perhaps they should do it at home,
Graham. Much cheaper, and
environmentally friendly, to just
climb into the kitchen freezer 🥶
My personal dilemma whilst living
in such a wasteful toxic consumer
culture, is when in Rome can you
avoid doing as the Romans do?
Perhaps the barbarians knew better?
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Perhaps they did know better, David, but my feeling is that they were just a rung or two below on the same ladder. We are the problem and our sins are finding us out.
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Walkin’ on a dusty road
in the countryside of ease
I heard a song driftin’ on
the gently blowin’ breeze.
“Sunshine through the Autumn,
sweet snow to the Spring
Corn by the water
of an old mill stream,
and you give me all,
you give me all.”
A barrow pushed
by a little man
came rollin’ from the west
He sang a song
as he stepped along
until we drew abreast
“Well hello there my friend,
I see you’re on the road here
just like me.
Why don’t we stop
and rest a while
and I’ll boil a pot of tea?”
He said his name
was Simple Ben
but not what I’d believe.
Christened by
the way he thought
and not the way he lived
” I’ve seen the best and worst
that we have here on our earth.
And finally decided
on the things
that I get worth. ”
I asked if he had seen
the great jets
fly across the sky?
He said he’d seen
the smallest bird
learnin’ how to fly
Have you seen the bridges
stretched across the bays?
I’ve seen the smallest fish
alive dyin’ in the haze.
Have you seen
the massive buildin’s
reached towards the sun?
I’ve seen the fields of barronness
from the work that man has done
What about the dams and weirs
that feed the countryside?
I’ve seen the brownness
of the grass when the
dams and weirs run
“Just give me sunshine
through the Autumn,
sweet snow to the Spring
Corn by the water
of an old mill stream,
and you give me all,
you give me all.”
~ Simple Ben (John J. Francis)
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💯💪💪
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Have a creative day ☺️🤓 more art less junk 🤞smiles Hedy
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You too, thanks Hedy 🙏
I’m ready, and steady
All neat and tidy
But I do like to get messy
It seems to amuse
my fair muse
Being also a bit sloppy 😎
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It really does feel like we’re drowning in an ocean of junk. I don’t think the totality of the damage could be better expressed – so bravo for following through and not taking shortcuts (I actually read through twice for the rhythm and for some reason heard in the background “Tambourine Man” but of course, Hard Rain is actually closer)
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I usually find inspiration in a
Dylan song, JT. I was listening
to ‘Everything is Broken’, when
this poem came along. So the
rhythm was stolen from him 😎
“Broken hands
on broken ploughs,
Broken treaties,
broken vows,
Broken pipes,
broken tools,
People bending
broken rules
Hound dog howling,
bull frog croaking,
Everything is broken.”
~ Bob Dylan
Thanks for the double reading 🙏
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Wow! Loved your A-Z and beyond on Junk!!! Seemed like it was calling out to become a Bar Book!!
😁✨✨🤣👍👍
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That’s the long & the short of it,
Chuck. When it comes to junk
there is always more in store 😎
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I love the ending especially and the photos are awesome! Did you know, David, that a very famous guy loved your poem so much he went back in time and changed a word in his book, and then his last name, to match it? Amazing!
“You are not your job, you’re not how much money you have in the bank. You are not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You are not your f..king khakis. You are all singing, all dancing junk of the world.”
-Chuck Palahnijunk
That’s what I heard. =)
♥.
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If you heard that word, Niki, it must be
true. And truer words never rewritten
with the hindsight of a Time Machine.
Thanks for hoping aboard my floating
Junk 🙏 I’m just a bit worried it might
get sunk in the Bay of Hong Kong 😎
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You’re so good at this off-the-cuff responses. I think that’s part of the reason I comment just to see what you’ll come up with. =) Aren’t Time Machines awesome? I’ve only managed to temporarily borrow one but it was a hoot!
♥.
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I have had the pleasure of temporal
reversal, Niki. But the Doctor kicked
me off the the Tardis for going back
to 1980 and buying shares in Apple.
Fortunately I made a fortune 🍏=💵 and have no worries for the future 😎
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Smart! ♥.
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Love this so much! No truer truism has ever graces the eyes of the denizens of netizens! Brilliant, as usual, David, and that’s no junk! 💞
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Very much appreciated, Kara 🙏
As a denizen of Junk City, I guess
it’s up to me to take out the trash 😎
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Word! 💪
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Very well written,dear Redpath.!! Really shades of junk is most dangerous but that junk in mind and heart ruins all lovely heart of humankind.is it not true?dear!!plz reply.
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Much doing of the thinking
with a head full of junk.
That is why there is so much
stinking thinking (and tweeting)
from the neck up 🤔
Thanks Aruna 🙏 💛
for your most astute comment.
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You are most welcome,dear😊
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Amazing
❤️
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Thanks for the positive motivation 🙏
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Right now, there is way too much junk filling up the swamp in D.C. And the shades and hues are the ugliest ever seen.
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I guess, some swamps are just
too full of junk to be drained.
Power corrupts, absolutely …
combined with the lust of money.
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Every single junky bit ❤️
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Hopefully, William S. Burroughs
might say, dead fingers have spoken,
after a naked lunch of wild junk.
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Naked Lunch ⭐️
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Addictively delicious 😎
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