it's not easy being green

This is a competition focusing on environmental issues and saving the earth. This could be anything from current issues to recycling and green living. Your work can be as long or short as you like, but I must see a connection to either environmentalism or saving our earth. Multiple postings and work previously published are welcome, as long as the work didn't win another competition. You have two weeks and then I pick a winner. Get in and get green! I can't wait to see what you do with it!

Almost Midnight

Earth staggered from the shadows of the universe
torn and dirty silk underwear trailing round her ankles
It seemed hard to believe she had once looked so serene
the perfect jewel in God's sky

Now her skin heaves, a greedfest of human parasites
the ultimate bacteria, frantic as paintings by Bosch
busy playing art-for-art's sake,
bickering petty little I love you~I hate you's
while their airplanes and automobiles
criss-cross the pockmarked ruin of her thighs
stained forever by rivers of poison semen
dribbling down her crumpled tatter-slash stockings

Earth's once sweetest breath
a stinking methane and dioxide cocktail
sighs lingering clouds laced with toxic gristle
splattering the tangled deforestation of her hair
Glacial meltwater streams sorrow from polar eyes
the last of the ice glistening weakly into space
transformed to spiritless desert

The rape began almost gently and slowly
more than a million years ago
leaving her ravaged from fevers of global warming
Magnetic field reversed she lurches in orbit
like the cheapest drunkest whore
descending from chemical high
grimly clutching the hapless wreck
of one shattered high heeled shoe
waving its mangled patent leather ugliness
an affront to passers-by
her stump tooth forest smile bleakly touting for business
to pay for the next hit

The 2020 Galactic New Year's Ball is underway
and no-one notices when unable to speak
Earth passes out on the kitchen floor
Her sister planets step across her comatose form
to reach the ice for their drinks
after all--
it's almost midnight
and they must charge their glasses
to toast in the New Year

Almighty God, her compassionate creator
hasn't glanced his lovely's way
for the longest time
but when he does he will know at once
that the kindest course
as with any fatally wounded creature
would be to put an end
to the misery of these death throes
snapping Earth's neck in the swiftest mercy killing

It is almost midnight now...
if you were God
What would you do?

beautiful, Abra

Coming Home

Dirt slaps eyes
the air sizzles
impossible makeshift houses
lean and creak in the wind
Children lay hands
over swollen bellies
all with the same listless stare
some even smile
mercilessly unraveling your heart
their bones scream for flesh
as death dabs his eau-de-cologne
without a word

The strongest
cling to the choke of your footsteps
examining your spoor in the dust
with the hope you may leave something
anything
even a worn out rag
would be riches to fight for
but you know you have nothing more
and they cannot feed on hope
or a cliche handful of rice forever

Now, coming home
has another meaning
turning the key to a different world
where suddenly you feel dirtier
than the flies
and every time you turn a tap
or switch on a light
there they are
feasting on guilt
in a corner of your yard

that brought a few tears.

Mother

We are children
and our mother is hurt.
She bleeds black into blue,
and coughs clouds of smoke into sky.
This is our mother,
and we've ripped apart her soul.
We've killed her numerous children,
of all shapes and sizes.
And still we say we're "good"
Oh how she cries!
The winds that howl,
and oh how she warns us,
with her angry marks of terror typhoons.
Still we do not listen,
and we take and trample,
march and plunder,
fighting.

But we don't fight for mother.
We don't live for mother.
We don't cry for mother.
All we do,
is trample on top of her.

goosebumps, Karrabear, thanks for the post!

Thanks kou_indigo- nice to see a little more of an uplifting take!

As I bow
The water swells to greet me
Hiding behind a familiar face
On this
My podium and my sanctuary
My thoughts drink in the irony
Of all that’s before and behind me
Both in time and space

Ebbing away
It can look so barren
With its artists all in hiding
If we’re not careful
We will kill the beauty
And it will no longer be hope that keeps me here

MilkyJoe, good point and amazing communication of it. Thank you for posting!

thanks alot. its something i always humm to myself when im drunk and pentive. (and trapped out at sea XD)

Planet Defrost

God knew he'd been lazy
putting things off until last minute
so his hand trembled slightly
as he pulled the plug
but it was getting difficult
to open the door

First there were the nasties
skulking out back
even He
would need gloves for those
Half an onion stroked its long gray beard
staring blandly like a false prophet
Green salami warheads
winked in the dark
cuddling a hard boiled egg with GM wings

Humankind had never been good
with fruit or multi-colored fur
but a half eaten Hershey bar...
only the Devil could have dumped that
next to poverty and malnutrition

God knew
disruption was inevitable
but with hygiene at stake
what was a quake or two
when he removed the racks
Should he steep those trays
in boiling water?
It was two thousand years
since the last inspection
and he was itching to trial
his new tsunami pressure wash

As another chunk of Greenland
slid slowly to the floor
the creator pondered all he saw
What a mess--
but six days had meant a rush job
Now if only he'd thought of auto-defrost
there would be more time
to shut those devils
back in hell
where they belong

Storm Drains at Mogden

On a bend in the river
a murder of crows
plays peck eye
with a shoal of poisoned fish

Bloated bellies
whiter than clouds
bob their way to Westminster
stiff, pink fins
waving grimly down the ebb

The old man
halts by the towpath
spits once
at an older, browner face
then rod over shoulder
turns away slowly for home

Too much rain,
he sighs--
They starve of oxygen
breathing all our shit

Abra-both great writes.. I wonder if God finds the old crusty juice in the back of his fridge like the rest of us.

Fish image was striking!