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CodeGreen
by Ted L Glines
Reduce - Recycle - Repair
the code of Green everywhere
Reduce the use of resources dwindling
stop the greed of corporate swindling
no need for killing our Mother Earth
save what we can for our grandkid's birth
we know there's a limit to oil in the ground
renewable power is already found
on top of the list of things we don't need
are wasted resources - Wall Street greed.
Recycle those products - don't throw them away
yesterday's plastic makes new things today
newspapers - phonebooks - pulp from our trees
recycle them now - save a forest - please
don't send to the dump those aluminum cans
another landfill doesn't fit in our plans
don't waste the resources of our Mother Earth
your laziness never was viewed with mirth.
Repair the damage we've done to our planet
plant new forests - and carefully plan it
clear the toxic wastes from the sea
and make it a pleasant place to be
cleanse the air and the ozone layer
a whole new game - and you are a player
we need your help - begging your pardon
to undo our spoilage and make this a garden.
Author's Notes: Recently, on Meet The Press, a lady activist from Kenya addressed those who would stand back helplessly (lazily?) and do nothing because they feel their help would not make a difference. She told the story of the hummingbird. There was a forest fire in Kenya. All of the animals ran out of the forest to escape the flames. Then they all stood and watched helplessly as their forest home burned. The hummingbird also was watching. The hummingbird cocked his head and flew away to a lake where he scooped up some water in his beak, and he flew to the forest and dropped his beakfull of water on the fire. Then the hummingbird flew back to the lake and got another beakfull of water and carried it to drop on the fire. All of the animals watched and laughed at the hummingbird, and they yelled, "Hummingbird ... what do you think you are doing?" As the hummingbird flew by them on his way with another beakfull of water for the fire, the hummingbird answered, "I am doing what I can."
Collections
by Ted L Glines
Cousin Clara passed away,
dead and gone to angel's play,
buried nigh a year ago
but Citibank won't let her go
because of charges that she owes,
as if to give her further woes.
She owed nothing when she died,
she was clear with naught to hide.
I guess in death she dropped her guard
and they renewed her credit card,
and charged a fee for that of course
and would collect it - now by force.
They called me just the other day
saying Clara had to pay
the charges and the lateness fee,
they even tried to threaten me.
I told them they should use their head,
that cousin Clara was long dead,
but Citibank seemed not to care,
she owed the bill - and that was fair.
"But she's dead," I screamed in rage,
"she won't care if you engage
the meanest lawyers in this town,
she won't even give a frown!"
The way they were persisting,
there was no sense resisting,
Clara needed no protection
from this posthumous collection,
so I gave them what they sought;
I gave the address of her plot.
Citibank is trying to this day
to make our long-dead Clara pay,
and somewhere up above the sky,
I know that Clara grins on high.
Author's Notes: Forgive me, Citibank, for using your name in vain. In that final hour, just before you die, you must call all your creditors and inform them that you will henceforth be deceased, and they should desist from adding further charges to your account. Make sure you do that, ya hear! I wrote this for all of you who have been out to the cemetery and probably wondered why there is a post box at the foot of Clara's grave. I empty it on weekends. You ought to see the nasty notices from Sears!
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