“Its not a lot of Rubbish” Mary Serenc

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It’s not a load of rubbish.

 

No matter how much we ignore it,

No matter how much we look away,

Rubbish is part of our society

It’s sadly here to stay.

 

So don’t wrinkle your nose up,

Don’t just say ‘I quit!’

It’s time we took more control

And learned to manage it.

 

We need to remember

There are but few places it can go,

In the air, in the earth,

Or in oceans and waterways below.

 

So organise your garbage,

Recycle what you can,

Steer away from ‘disposables’,

And give excess packaging a ‘ban’.

 

 

Re-use that wrapping paper,

Give that compost heap a go,

Learn to live with less

And think more about what you throw.

 

“Earth Hour” by Toni Newell

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“Skyglow” by Celia Berrell with Teacher Notes

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Skyglow

 

Light pollution

in the night

creates an orange

skyglow sight.

 

Nocturnal creatures

want to find

a place unlit by

humankind.

 

Please make our

streetlights only flow

with downward-pointing

lights aglow.

 

Or better still

have times of black

so night-time creatures

could come back.

Celia Berrell

“A Green Queen” by Kate O’Neil

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A GREEN QUEEN?

Should one consider ‘going green’

if one’s lot is being Queen,

and majesty’s one’s thing?

 

Should one think of steps to take

to change one’s ways for the planet’s sake?

or would one choose to cling

 

to royal extravagance, glamour and show

as part of one’s deal, so mere Joe Blow

must be the one to care?

 

Should Royals have to do their bit?

Pull their weight? Show true grit?

Wouldn’t that be fair?

 

Kate O’Neil

“Oi, Turn the Lights Off!” by Chris Owen

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Oi, Turn the Lights Off!

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder where you are! Hidden by the orange glow
Of the city far below.
Curse this wretched light pollution! Can’t we find some bright solution?

Chris Owen 2019 (with apologies to Jane Taylor)

“Harmony Day” by Mary Serenc

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“Perpetual Trophy” by Monty Edwards

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Perpetual Trophy

It stood there in the cabinet:
The cup we all desired,
Engraved with names of winners past:
The stars we all admired.
Now watch us train with fierce intent
To match, then beat their best
For striving for that lofty goal
Will help us top the rest.
But if our team should fail the tests
On which success depends,
There will remain a greater prize:
A lasting group of friends

“Space Dust Si02” by Celia Berrell

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Space Duster SiO2 by Celia Berrell

 

A man-made material

Silica aerogel

recently travelled in outer space

collecting the particles

shed by a comet’s tail

bringing them back to a NASA base.

A frothy glass matrix

of mostly air – sandy mix

lighter than feathers and stronger than steel

is brittle-snap crazy

and seems smoky-hazy.

When rubbed on a surface it gives out a squeal!

This stiff-sponge sensation

has great insulation

preventing the passage of heat through its layer.

Like a piece of blue sky

that is crisp, light and dry

its edges look fuzzy, like snap-frozen air.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GfUIc6efV3w

Lawrence Livermore Quest Lab video

“Poetry Blast” by Kate O Neil

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POETRY BLAST

Some words fly like arrows

to their target.

Some veer, tell it slant.

Spin-bowled,

some ricochet unpredictably.

But we know it is poetry

when we see how they all

hit home.

 

© Kate O’Neil

“PUT IT IN THE BAD POEM SECTION” by Alessandra Liverani

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PUT IT IN THE BAD POEM SECTION

I’ve been told to write a really bad poem
It goes against the grain but sometimes you gotta show ‘em
That you can write the baddest, the baddest of bad
In the bad poem section, you’ve got something to addNow normally my poems perfectly rhyme and flow
They dance and they sing, a line would never end in apropos
They’re deep, so very deep that their bottom has never been found
In the deep and meaningful section is where they’re usually crowned

But just for a laugh, just for something different to do
I thought I’d write a poem which would get the kind of review
That you wouldn’t wipe your bum with, for fear of being contaminated
Write one for which the reviewers had only vitriolic hatred

So this is my offering to put in the bad poem section
I hope it gets added to many bad poem collections
But I’d like it to be known, I make this statement bold
That all my other poems are sheer solid gold!